[Open, unfinished]
Who: Watari & Whoever wants to share his illusion
What: Getting Illusionated by Itachi.
When: Well some time after that post I suppose.
Where: Somewhere in the vicinity of the shops.
Summary: Watari's illusion is a seashore, white sand, and a glimmering ocean. And there's no Luceti. Also, don't feel the need to interact with Watari if you want your character to spend a day off at a sunny beach. It's not at all necessary. But also feel free to do so.
Rating: Uh, G?
When he left the house, his mind was a beehive of ideas. Some nicer than others, but generally not very sweet ones. However, he was not plotting the destruction of humankind, no, on the contrary just doing them a favor in taking chances others wouldn't dare. No one should stand in the way of evolution, right?
The hurry left him when he wandered to a peaceful beach after passing over the last bridge on his way to the downtown. The sand was almost white, patterned with seashells and rocks, waves painting a darker stripe to the sand while undulating against the shore, again and again. The sky was smiling, sun as a warm presence peeking between white fluffy clouds.
Right, he had been in hurry? Really? Well, there was no hurt to take a little pause, just sit down for a moment to listen to an occasional bird scream and the constant pull of the waves. The warm sand would probably feel divine between his toes, right?
What: Getting Illusionated by Itachi.
When: Well some time after that post I suppose.
Where: Somewhere in the vicinity of the shops.
Summary: Watari's illusion is a seashore, white sand, and a glimmering ocean. And there's no Luceti. Also, don't feel the need to interact with Watari if you want your character to spend a day off at a sunny beach. It's not at all necessary. But also feel free to do so.
Rating: Uh, G?
When he left the house, his mind was a beehive of ideas. Some nicer than others, but generally not very sweet ones. However, he was not plotting the destruction of humankind, no, on the contrary just doing them a favor in taking chances others wouldn't dare. No one should stand in the way of evolution, right?
The hurry left him when he wandered to a peaceful beach after passing over the last bridge on his way to the downtown. The sand was almost white, patterned with seashells and rocks, waves painting a darker stripe to the sand while undulating against the shore, again and again. The sky was smiling, sun as a warm presence peeking between white fluffy clouds.
Right, he had been in hurry? Really? Well, there was no hurt to take a little pause, just sit down for a moment to listen to an occasional bird scream and the constant pull of the waves. The warm sand would probably feel divine between his toes, right?