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Who: Hyakurin (ladyofdisguise ) and Kurotsuchi Nemu ( porcelinofficer )
Where: Outskirts of Yomisato for now
When: Week 31, day 1, after this.
Style: Prose to start
Status: Closed
Rating: PG-13, to be safe
Warnings: Thoughts on abuse, will add more should they arise
Summary: Hyakurin heads out to meet Nemu after the latter's dream.
Hyakurin had made her way, quietly, to the streets of Mizusato, checking one final time before leaving the gates that Burafuma was straped securely and was quite ready to be opened and fired at will if trouble came. Lucky for her, she still had a few of those nice poison-tipped darts with her from her arrival, stashed safely away.
The half-hour trip to reach Yomisato (she'd never wrap her head around that, would she?) was far too long. It was true, Hyakurin had no reason to answer the girl and definitely no reason to go to her, but she couldn't just leave a poor girl outside after her bastard father reacted so poorly to a simple dream of things she should have already gotten, things she shouldn't have had to dream about...
And that sadness, that resentment, that anger insider her that she tried her best to abolish before meeting this new face simply would not fade. What was wrong with treating someone like a human being?
Ha... like she had any right to talk, treating lives as a ticket for freedom.
Approaching the north gate of Yomisato, Hyakurin's steps slowed, wary of the surroundings and any bandits (or worse) that may have chosen this beautiful time to take a walk.
Where: Outskirts of Yomisato for now
When: Week 31, day 1, after this.
Style: Prose to start
Status: Closed
Rating: PG-13, to be safe
Warnings: Thoughts on abuse, will add more should they arise
Summary: Hyakurin heads out to meet Nemu after the latter's dream.
Hyakurin had made her way, quietly, to the streets of Mizusato, checking one final time before leaving the gates that Burafuma was straped securely and was quite ready to be opened and fired at will if trouble came. Lucky for her, she still had a few of those nice poison-tipped darts with her from her arrival, stashed safely away.
The half-hour trip to reach Yomisato (she'd never wrap her head around that, would she?) was far too long. It was true, Hyakurin had no reason to answer the girl and definitely no reason to go to her, but she couldn't just leave a poor girl outside after her bastard father reacted so poorly to a simple dream of things she should have already gotten, things she shouldn't have had to dream about...
And that sadness, that resentment, that anger insider her that she tried her best to abolish before meeting this new face simply would not fade. What was wrong with treating someone like a human being?
Ha... like she had any right to talk, treating lives as a ticket for freedom.
Approaching the north gate of Yomisato, Hyakurin's steps slowed, wary of the surroundings and any bandits (or worse) that may have chosen this beautiful time to take a walk.