You know the drill--if you have something to say about how I play Ashura, you can say it here. Anon on, comments screened, but please do be constructive with your crit ( Read more... )

( Cut for the massive backstory, orzzzzz )

I'm bringing Ashura to a new game, and reusing this journal. The old posts will stay up, in case anyone feels like reliving old times--I know I do, now and then, and there were certainly some fantastic threads when Sieben was alive.

If you don't want to get updates from carriero!Ashura, please do the hover thing (heavens_schism) or friend remove heavens_schismFinally, ( Read more... )

This night is strange, but Ashura has seen stranger.

If anyone needs light, Ashura can help!

[Ashura is among the last to reach the shores of the new settlement. Hir white robes bloodstained and hir body smudged with soot, sie is now sitting calmly near the base of a tree, with the computer on the ground next to hir.]

[Sie gives the camera a smile--a slightly weary, bittersweet smile, yes, but a smile.Ashura promised to come back safe. ( Read more... )

[It's been a while since Ashura was last really a happy camper. Sie's been in self-imposed exile, trying to teach hirself to cope without hir guardian around...]

[And sie comes back, and what does sie see on the network? One of the few who are left of those who've cared for hir, dead or near to it, attacked while helpless, and his attackers--his ( Read more... )

Wh...what is this?!

[Ashura has never seen a refrigerator before. This box full of light and food, it transfixes hir! Sie's distracted from hir angst, opening and closing the magic foodbox.]

[This is Ashura's first entry since the high school curse, and probably the first anyone but Mireille has heard from hir. Sie's spent more or less all of that time curled up in hir tent, on Yasha's bed, with hir head pillowed on the one robe he left behind. When the village flooded, sie took the robe and stayed as close to the water's edge as sie ( Read more... )

[There's not long until class, but the school's art room is a mess. Ashura is wearing a makeshift smock--a white, button-down shirt that's much too big for hir--over a tank top and shorts, and is barefoot, to Hell with regulations. Hir shirt, hir hair, and hir skin are smeared with oil paints, and there's a look to hir that's halfway between manic ( Read more... )

[Ashura is not in a happy place.

Well, that's putting it mildly. Ashura is curled up in a sort of tangle, shaking uncontrollably and weeping loudly. Any words that can be made out-- there probably aren't all that many-- have to do with people always going away, a promise, and being such a bad person that sie doesn't deserve anyone.Y...Yasha ( Read more... )