[backdated] [week 25 | day 6] The Brats of Kanna
Who: Yukimi Kazuhiko, Rokujou Miharu, Yoite
Status: Closed
Style: Prose, Present tense
Where: "Outside"
When: Week 25, Day 6, directly following bakery debriefing
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Ninja babysitter collects his bratlings
It turns out that things have only gotten worse in the two days Yukimi's been away, though granted in Kannagara-verse, it's been a little longer than that. A lot longer, actually. A whole four months have passed in this place since his last arrival and lucky for him, he's landed himself in the middle of a shitshow. Shitfest, more like, and probably filled with more sordid details than he cares to know. On the World of Kannagara 101, of course he should keep himself informed. But as for all that personal drama - he'll gladly stuff his ears so he won't have to deal with any awkwardness that's bound to happen when one knows too much about someone.
Raikou has debriefed him on the events that have kept them occupied for that past several months. Nothing short of a trip to hell and back, which was obviously a blast from the sound of it. The guy looked remarkably well for someone who's been to hell and lived to tell the tale.
But speaking of folks who have gone and come back, there are two wayward children Yukimi needs to locate. Yoite and Miharu both are freshly returned to Kannagara, from what he understands. Yoite had arrived just yesterday, and he and Miharu have apparently been wandering around "outside" ever since. Who knows if they even had a roof over their heads? How would they eat? Where would they go? Sometimes, Yukimi wished he understood the inner workings of the juvenile mind. It would certainly make his life a little easier.
He leaves Gau's bakery and ventures out in the direction of their earlier agreed upon meeting place, wondering to himself whether the fickle things will actually be there when he finally arrives. Kids are rather like cats, he thinks to himself. Bored and smug and always doing as they please. And never very good at listening to orders. He stuffs his hands into his coat pockets and picks up his pace.
Status: Closed
Style: Prose, Present tense
Where: "Outside"
When: Week 25, Day 6, directly following bakery debriefing
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Ninja babysitter collects his bratlings
It turns out that things have only gotten worse in the two days Yukimi's been away, though granted in Kannagara-verse, it's been a little longer than that. A lot longer, actually. A whole four months have passed in this place since his last arrival and lucky for him, he's landed himself in the middle of a shitshow. Shitfest, more like, and probably filled with more sordid details than he cares to know. On the World of Kannagara 101, of course he should keep himself informed. But as for all that personal drama - he'll gladly stuff his ears so he won't have to deal with any awkwardness that's bound to happen when one knows too much about someone.
Raikou has debriefed him on the events that have kept them occupied for that past several months. Nothing short of a trip to hell and back, which was obviously a blast from the sound of it. The guy looked remarkably well for someone who's been to hell and lived to tell the tale.
But speaking of folks who have gone and come back, there are two wayward children Yukimi needs to locate. Yoite and Miharu both are freshly returned to Kannagara, from what he understands. Yoite had arrived just yesterday, and he and Miharu have apparently been wandering around "outside" ever since. Who knows if they even had a roof over their heads? How would they eat? Where would they go? Sometimes, Yukimi wished he understood the inner workings of the juvenile mind. It would certainly make his life a little easier.
He leaves Gau's bakery and ventures out in the direction of their earlier agreed upon meeting place, wondering to himself whether the fickle things will actually be there when he finally arrives. Kids are rather like cats, he thinks to himself. Bored and smug and always doing as they please. And never very good at listening to orders. He stuffs his hands into his coat pockets and picks up his pace.