[Incomplete] Inu-Yasha and anyone else [Open]
Who: Inu-Yasha and anyone else (OPEN)
When: Today obviously
Where: The forest
Rating: To be announced
Warnings: To be announced
Summary: Taking place days after talking with Miroku, notice that Tetsusaiga's powers have been stripped and the encounter with Sesshou-maru.
The chill brought upon by the wind; and with it, a persona in haste. Cloaked in the rustling of dark rouge, tipped only in the trailing of silver, his body carried, the snow blanketing all it touched softly - delicate. The hanyou's speedy footsteps were agile, swift, not a sound heard but that of brushing past, tresses cluster a brush back. The fragmented jade tops of thick stouts, a few leafless being bare - the very ground beneath sugar coated one could say. All in all a sight which held little in captivation, however casted portrait in desolation.
A look of deep amber striking through the oncoming scenery, within his own mind remembering what it was Miroku had told him... "We were all brought here against our will, Inuyasha, and we're all kept here against it too. No matter how hard anyone tries to leave, they just can't." Eyes slanted slightly, his being leaving the ground to glide across, a good length passing beneath him. Maybe so... but rather than just accepting things as they are... I can't just give up without even attempting a damn thing. It doesn't matter how many times it takes, I will find a way outta here.
Landing with little disturbance to the compact snow, only to again push off the cold. His robes snapping in the movement against air, The fact that these things think they can run or decide on what a person should be held accountable for is proof enough that something isn't right and from the looks of things it doesn't matter who it is, living or dead. This place reeked with death; that much was certain when he first arrived here. One would suppose they hold little in discrimination huh? Inu-Yasha wasn't blind to the power which these beings possessed, they had halved or sealed Sesshoumaru's youki... even going as far as reviving Miroku from death, and the Monk's loss of memory confirmed it. Apparently they had complete dictation over another's life whose to say they didn't get some enjoyment out of it? - the very thought caused the hanyou's lips to curl, canines exposing. "Ch'...” Could they be immortal? Isn't there some weakness to them? From what he knew and experienced in past battles - it didn't matter if you were a god or a demon, there wasn't anyone who was immortal and everyone had at least one weakness in one way or another. There has to be. The black violet stones around his neck jilted with a klack, the sleeping Tetsusaiga bounced softly once his form landed and continued running pace once more. Soft was the bounce yet a reminding pin-prick to his thoughts. That's right... Tetsusaiga... even if I up against them, would they just seal Tetsusaiga again?
Although he knew now what it would take to get the blade's powers back. That much was certain, though the thought of succumbing to how these "gods" want you to live and all didn't sound too appealing at the moment. Light within the area dimming to clouds - The white structure becoming sharp with clarity, eyes adjusting. The density of the woods clearing for a moment, the area around him now spaced partially, at the center a large tree; embraced with shards of ice, snow as it is. Although he only looked at it briefly, and funnily... it was that second that flooded him with the memory. Moreover, all else was forgotten, solitude, be it faint and short. It faintly reminded him of the Goshinboku from his world... and the girl who was left behind.
Before he had realized it, he had stopped still. A simple two-step slowly turning his frame. "...." His lips bore a frown, deep gold concealed behind soft folds in the while, lowering his head. He could see her perfectly, her face, her smile.
"...Inu-Yasha..."
That warmth, echoed with the sound of her voice, caressing his ears with a gentle touch, a loving touch. "...Kagome." soft words he whispered, as if by some possibility she could hear him beyond space and time, and that where-ever she was now, that she was okay, that she knew he would return to her. Inu-Yasha himself wishing she was actually here with him. However, at the same time he hoped she wouldn't arrive here at all. It would be better to know that she is safe and well, rather than her placed in a world that by all accounts was a place for sinners.
His hand lifting with his eyelids, turning his wrist to stare down upon his palm. Kagome, I will come back to you... but right now... His digits folding into the center creating a firm fist. Staring now with narrowed eyes away from his hand to the tree. Right now it's better that you're not here Kagome... I don't want you to ever come here. It was better this way. Better that she wasn't here at all, as much as he wanted it. The tree looming over his being, himself standing before it. Billowing red cloth pulled lightly with flakes of white along the breeze, and snowfall began.
When: Today obviously
Where: The forest
Rating: To be announced
Warnings: To be announced
Summary: Taking place days after talking with Miroku, notice that Tetsusaiga's powers have been stripped and the encounter with Sesshou-maru.
The chill brought upon by the wind; and with it, a persona in haste. Cloaked in the rustling of dark rouge, tipped only in the trailing of silver, his body carried, the snow blanketing all it touched softly - delicate. The hanyou's speedy footsteps were agile, swift, not a sound heard but that of brushing past, tresses cluster a brush back. The fragmented jade tops of thick stouts, a few leafless being bare - the very ground beneath sugar coated one could say. All in all a sight which held little in captivation, however casted portrait in desolation.
A look of deep amber striking through the oncoming scenery, within his own mind remembering what it was Miroku had told him... "We were all brought here against our will, Inuyasha, and we're all kept here against it too. No matter how hard anyone tries to leave, they just can't." Eyes slanted slightly, his being leaving the ground to glide across, a good length passing beneath him. Maybe so... but rather than just accepting things as they are... I can't just give up without even attempting a damn thing. It doesn't matter how many times it takes, I will find a way outta here.
Landing with little disturbance to the compact snow, only to again push off the cold. His robes snapping in the movement against air, The fact that these things think they can run or decide on what a person should be held accountable for is proof enough that something isn't right and from the looks of things it doesn't matter who it is, living or dead. This place reeked with death; that much was certain when he first arrived here. One would suppose they hold little in discrimination huh? Inu-Yasha wasn't blind to the power which these beings possessed, they had halved or sealed Sesshoumaru's youki... even going as far as reviving Miroku from death, and the Monk's loss of memory confirmed it. Apparently they had complete dictation over another's life whose to say they didn't get some enjoyment out of it? - the very thought caused the hanyou's lips to curl, canines exposing. "Ch'...” Could they be immortal? Isn't there some weakness to them? From what he knew and experienced in past battles - it didn't matter if you were a god or a demon, there wasn't anyone who was immortal and everyone had at least one weakness in one way or another. There has to be. The black violet stones around his neck jilted with a klack, the sleeping Tetsusaiga bounced softly once his form landed and continued running pace once more. Soft was the bounce yet a reminding pin-prick to his thoughts. That's right... Tetsusaiga... even if I up against them, would they just seal Tetsusaiga again?
Although he knew now what it would take to get the blade's powers back. That much was certain, though the thought of succumbing to how these "gods" want you to live and all didn't sound too appealing at the moment. Light within the area dimming to clouds - The white structure becoming sharp with clarity, eyes adjusting. The density of the woods clearing for a moment, the area around him now spaced partially, at the center a large tree; embraced with shards of ice, snow as it is. Although he only looked at it briefly, and funnily... it was that second that flooded him with the memory. Moreover, all else was forgotten, solitude, be it faint and short. It faintly reminded him of the Goshinboku from his world... and the girl who was left behind.
Before he had realized it, he had stopped still. A simple two-step slowly turning his frame. "...." His lips bore a frown, deep gold concealed behind soft folds in the while, lowering his head. He could see her perfectly, her face, her smile.
"...Inu-Yasha..."
That warmth, echoed with the sound of her voice, caressing his ears with a gentle touch, a loving touch. "...Kagome." soft words he whispered, as if by some possibility she could hear him beyond space and time, and that where-ever she was now, that she was okay, that she knew he would return to her. Inu-Yasha himself wishing she was actually here with him. However, at the same time he hoped she wouldn't arrive here at all. It would be better to know that she is safe and well, rather than her placed in a world that by all accounts was a place for sinners.
His hand lifting with his eyelids, turning his wrist to stare down upon his palm. Kagome, I will come back to you... but right now... His digits folding into the center creating a firm fist. Staring now with narrowed eyes away from his hand to the tree. Right now it's better that you're not here Kagome... I don't want you to ever come here. It was better this way. Better that she wasn't here at all, as much as he wanted it. The tree looming over his being, himself standing before it. Billowing red cloth pulled lightly with flakes of white along the breeze, and snowfall began.