A world of hurting hearts. A few broken generations.
Characters: King (ledouche_zero) and Lea (seeya_next_life)
Date/Time: October 22, morningish
Location: Around housing section 1.
Rating: PG-13 for angsting and terrorist yearnings would be my guess.
Summary: King and Lea run into each other during post-hurricane cleanup. They are similarly discontent with their current situations. Discussion of world plot very likely.
King had barely moved into his new housing before he'd been forced to evacuate it, so it wasn't like he had been terribly attached to it. If anything, this whole absurd hurricane scenario was just insult to injury. An injury that had been currently running for one month and five days; the span of his time spent in Edensphere, and robbed of his identity. He'd spent the majority of his time in the Wilderness keeping to himself, something which made him even more restless than before. He'd tried not to think about the fact he had bad luck in choosing friends. Of the two people he would have picked for the job, one had recently died and the other... likely wasn't even human. What was worse, King didn't know what Black was instead.
He was now picking through the debris - the front entrance to his house had been blocked by branches and leaves and unidentifiable trash. He worked alone because he felt too proud to ask for assistance. Again he felt his mind wandering to Kagerou. The kind girl with the orange hair who seemed so familiar to him, had so willingly answered his questions, although they could have been dangerous. He had a fleeting panic, deep down, hoping that her sudden demise didn't have anything to do with the secrets she had shared with him. But Edensphere was a big place, there would have been several unrelated factors... or simply bad luck of her own. Still, every time he thought of her he thought of the orange-haired girl from his dream, crying and begging him for mercy. He didn't want to believe they were the same person, either. But if they were... someone he cared about - and had wronged - could have slipped through his very fingers.
He paused in lifting a particularly heavy piece of debris, jerked from his thoughts by rabid panting and the need to sit down. He was learning something else about himself: his physical strength was downright pathetic. Taking on this project by himself was possibly a fool's errand.
Date/Time: October 22, morningish
Location: Around housing section 1.
Rating: PG-13 for angsting and terrorist yearnings would be my guess.
Summary: King and Lea run into each other during post-hurricane cleanup. They are similarly discontent with their current situations. Discussion of world plot very likely.
King had barely moved into his new housing before he'd been forced to evacuate it, so it wasn't like he had been terribly attached to it. If anything, this whole absurd hurricane scenario was just insult to injury. An injury that had been currently running for one month and five days; the span of his time spent in Edensphere, and robbed of his identity. He'd spent the majority of his time in the Wilderness keeping to himself, something which made him even more restless than before. He'd tried not to think about the fact he had bad luck in choosing friends. Of the two people he would have picked for the job, one had recently died and the other... likely wasn't even human. What was worse, King didn't know what Black was instead.
He was now picking through the debris - the front entrance to his house had been blocked by branches and leaves and unidentifiable trash. He worked alone because he felt too proud to ask for assistance. Again he felt his mind wandering to Kagerou. The kind girl with the orange hair who seemed so familiar to him, had so willingly answered his questions, although they could have been dangerous. He had a fleeting panic, deep down, hoping that her sudden demise didn't have anything to do with the secrets she had shared with him. But Edensphere was a big place, there would have been several unrelated factors... or simply bad luck of her own. Still, every time he thought of her he thought of the orange-haired girl from his dream, crying and begging him for mercy. He didn't want to believe they were the same person, either. But if they were... someone he cared about - and had wronged - could have slipped through his very fingers.
He paused in lifting a particularly heavy piece of debris, jerked from his thoughts by rabid panting and the need to sit down. He was learning something else about himself: his physical strength was downright pathetic. Taking on this project by himself was possibly a fool's errand.