Prose Log || Closed + Complete
WHO: Genesis Rhapsodos (apples-n-poetry ) & Angeal Hewley (likesbigdogs)
WHERE: The edges of the forest by Memoria
TIME: Mid-Morning
STYLE: Prose
STATUS: Closed to Angeal / Complete
SUMMARY: One moment in Wutai, the next... somewhere else. Is it a new biological weapon or something else? At least there's a friend around.
WARNINGS: Nothing!
It had been commented, more than once in his hearing, that all of Wutai’s forests looked the same. Genesis had never truly argued with that-there were similarities throughout the entirety of Wutai and unless you’d grown up learning about trees and plants, a lot of it did look exactly the same.
The fact that he could tell, immediately, that these woods were no longer Wutai’s woods, he was blaming on Angeal and his obsession with greenery.
Genesis picked himself up off the ground, pulling a leaf out of his hair impatiently, and looked around. Green, green, and more green. That was excellent. And his men had disappeared. Genesis narrowed his eyes at that. They weren't the best, but they had been his.
Well. If this was some sort of challenge, he was more than up to it. With a rustle of leather, he began picking his way through the woods.
WHERE: The edges of the forest by Memoria
TIME: Mid-Morning
STYLE: Prose
STATUS: Closed to Angeal / Complete
SUMMARY: One moment in Wutai, the next... somewhere else. Is it a new biological weapon or something else? At least there's a friend around.
WARNINGS: Nothing!
It had been commented, more than once in his hearing, that all of Wutai’s forests looked the same. Genesis had never truly argued with that-there were similarities throughout the entirety of Wutai and unless you’d grown up learning about trees and plants, a lot of it did look exactly the same.
The fact that he could tell, immediately, that these woods were no longer Wutai’s woods, he was blaming on Angeal and his obsession with greenery.
Genesis picked himself up off the ground, pulling a leaf out of his hair impatiently, and looked around. Green, green, and more green. That was excellent. And his men had disappeared. Genesis narrowed his eyes at that. They weren't the best, but they had been his.
Well. If this was some sort of challenge, he was more than up to it. With a rustle of leather, he began picking his way through the woods.