oh, the season of prayers had begun
Who: The Fatalistic Derps, aka Ciel and Fujiwara no Mokou
What: Upon hearing the announcements of being able to get back the original if the copy was killed...yeah, you know where this is going.
Where: The park
When: December 24th, nighttime.
Warnings: DEEEEAAAAATH. No, really. Be wary of the inevitable violence.
[She didn't really see the point in coming back to her house. It was never a place she had any sort of enjoyment at. Diana was really the only one she managed to get along with, and look what happened with this erasing bullshit. So she went where she normally went. The park.
It may have not been a bamboo forest, but it was still a 'forest.' Or at least it felt like one. The leaves being gone and snow brightening the night kind of took the mystique away, but it was better than nothing.
So excuse her while she takes to doing something she really only does when she gets bored--making random fire patterns in the air. A bird, a cat, a kanji or two...it was all crap. There really wasn't another word. Crap, crap, crap. Unsophisticated bullshit. What would sitting in the base of a tree, burning patterns into the air. What would it do?
Nothing, nothing, nothing...]
Fancy seeing you here. Come to tell me I'm a fake?
What: Upon hearing the announcements of being able to get back the original if the copy was killed...yeah, you know where this is going.
Where: The park
When: December 24th, nighttime.
Warnings: DEEEEAAAAATH. No, really. Be wary of the inevitable violence.
[She didn't really see the point in coming back to her house. It was never a place she had any sort of enjoyment at. Diana was really the only one she managed to get along with, and look what happened with this erasing bullshit. So she went where she normally went. The park.
It may have not been a bamboo forest, but it was still a 'forest.' Or at least it felt like one. The leaves being gone and snow brightening the night kind of took the mystique away, but it was better than nothing.
So excuse her while she takes to doing something she really only does when she gets bored--making random fire patterns in the air. A bird, a cat, a kanji or two...it was all crap. There really wasn't another word. Crap, crap, crap. Unsophisticated bullshit. What would sitting in the base of a tree, burning patterns into the air. What would it do?
Nothing, nothing, nothing...]
Fancy seeing you here. Come to tell me I'm a fake?