[029]

Jul 19, 2011 00:55

[It's becoming less and less unusual to see San around the village during the day. This day, regardless of the weather, she's sitting on the fountain's edge with one hand in the water to the wrist. She's not looking at much of anything.

In all fairness, she's not thinking much of anything either. Her thoughts are pretty well dominated by that hand in the water. After a while, her arm twitches and spasms, and she stands and growls loud enough to be heard over the journal that has fallen from her lap.

The book will also pick up the sound of splintering wood. A bench nearby now has a shortened back; the top plank of wood has been broken clean through. With another angry growl she picks up the journal and looks at it, her right hand staining the pages with water and sawdust. It's open. She has nothing to say to it now, does she? ...Well. Maybe.]

It was unintended. [the bench, at least.

Later that day she will wander her way into the tunnels. They belong to the Malnosso, don't they? Maybe down there, it won't matter if the pain and growing marks on her arm turn her toward destroying something.]

[[ooc: For those familiar with the film, San returned from her mallynap the other week with the demon's curse that afflicts Ashitaka from the beginning. It's slower-progressing than his was, though, there being a noticeable lack of violence up in here most of the time. But it gave her the strength to wreck the bench.]]
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