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Who: Hiro, Rubedo, Adam
When: This afternoon
Where: Lower Purg, Forest
Rating: G-ish
Warnings: Heated glares, renewed tension
Summary: The koi makes a wrong turn and finds himself not in Japan...
Wasn't I supposed to be on the hill overlooking White Beard's camp? Hiro asked himself as he opened his eyes to find himself in an unfamiliar forest. His sandals shuffled through the underbrush as he squinted to see where he had appeared. Seeing through the trees once way, Hiro could see a beach and water. The other way he looked was shadows and structures.
He turned and began walking towards civilization. The hair on the back of his neck and arms was rising slowly in conjunction with the apprehension, confusion, and fear Hiro was feeling.
Please let this be some sort of place in Japan…or even the United States. The young man wished silently…
[ooc: Lyrics belong to Sting]
When: This afternoon
Where: Lower Purg, Forest
Rating: G-ish
Warnings: Heated glares, renewed tension
Summary: The koi makes a wrong turn and finds himself not in Japan...
Wasn't I supposed to be on the hill overlooking White Beard's camp? Hiro asked himself as he opened his eyes to find himself in an unfamiliar forest. His sandals shuffled through the underbrush as he squinted to see where he had appeared. Seeing through the trees once way, Hiro could see a beach and water. The other way he looked was shadows and structures.
He turned and began walking towards civilization. The hair on the back of his neck and arms was rising slowly in conjunction with the apprehension, confusion, and fear Hiro was feeling.
Please let this be some sort of place in Japan…or even the United States. The young man wished silently…
[ooc: Lyrics belong to Sting]