What in Trader Koma's name is THAT? [Closed]
Character(s): Daja Kisubo, Tris Chandler, Briar Moss, Zaraki Kenpachi
Content: On the way to Moron of Lesbians Morem o Lisboa! Tris, Daja, Chime, and Briar find a place to sleep for the night. ...And run into Kenpachi along the way.
Setting: [M4] - Outside, on the way to Morem o Lisboa
Time: EARLY Sunday2
Warnings: Liz can't keep Tris and Daja from bleeding into one another's posts, and Chime is a naked... thing. None, really. Yet.
It was generally considered a good thing that Tris could divert rain. Daja wouldn't've minded rain all that much on her ninteenth birthday, but Tris always made the weather easier to deal with. The redheaded weather-witch yawned, following sleepily after Daja. The first item on their little group's agenda was an actual place to sleep. They'd walked from the train station, a quiet and sleepy party. It was Tris who had showed Daja that there were lodgings near the train station.
So they walked. Chime made occasional screeching complaints, pointing at her feet with the 'hand' that wasn't carrying her tail. Tris seemed to be trying to face away from the wind, and Daja was singing in her native tongue. It was something she'd learned in her childhood. The smith-mage twirled her staff as she walked, keeping an eye on the citizens and things.
She paused, looking around and tilting her head. At the same time that Chime let out a trill that both Daja and Tris knew was her 'curious' noise, Daja commented aloud. "What in Trader Koma's name is that?" Tris blinked, grey eyes going wider.
"...I can't see it. It's just blurry."
Daja was inches from snorting at her sister's tone.
Content: On the way to Moron of Lesbians Morem o Lisboa! Tris, Daja, Chime, and Briar find a place to sleep for the night. ...And run into Kenpachi along the way.
Setting: [M4] - Outside, on the way to Morem o Lisboa
Time: EARLY Sunday2
Warnings: Liz can't keep Tris and Daja from bleeding into one another's posts, and Chime is a naked... thing. None, really. Yet.
It was generally considered a good thing that Tris could divert rain. Daja wouldn't've minded rain all that much on her ninteenth birthday, but Tris always made the weather easier to deal with. The redheaded weather-witch yawned, following sleepily after Daja. The first item on their little group's agenda was an actual place to sleep. They'd walked from the train station, a quiet and sleepy party. It was Tris who had showed Daja that there were lodgings near the train station.
So they walked. Chime made occasional screeching complaints, pointing at her feet with the 'hand' that wasn't carrying her tail. Tris seemed to be trying to face away from the wind, and Daja was singing in her native tongue. It was something she'd learned in her childhood. The smith-mage twirled her staff as she walked, keeping an eye on the citizens and things.
She paused, looking around and tilting her head. At the same time that Chime let out a trill that both Daja and Tris knew was her 'curious' noise, Daja commented aloud. "What in Trader Koma's name is that?" Tris blinked, grey eyes going wider.
"...I can't see it. It's just blurry."
Daja was inches from snorting at her sister's tone.