Cut my life into pieces [Closed]
WHO: Kuja (de_novo_xiii) and Naoe Nagi (technokinetic)
WHAT: Seeking companionship and other basic necessities
WHERE: Les Bijoux
WHEN: Day 189 (Oct 2, backdated 4 days) -- nearly midnight
The evenings were starting to get humid; likely it would start raining within the next week. Not tonight, but very soon.
Each morning, Omi's words kept running through his mind: "You are not alone." But he was alone. He meandered the streets alone, he lived at the old headquarters alone, he ate alone when he stole food for lack of money.
The only people in the whole city that he knew... he'd been making the rounds, touching base with all of them. Max and Zero had their couch (though it was dirty again from when Iggy had been poisoned), Farfarello had taken over the Doctor's establishment, and Edward and Alphonse had medical materials for use in anything the Council (including Batman) needed of them - such as a cure for the WereCurse. Last on the list was Kuja.
He'd noticed on the journals that Kuja was planning on going to a party at the other clothing store, but he hadn't been able to force himself to go in search of the man with so many people around - so many high profile people, in fact.
And so he waited, leaning against the wall at the front door of Les Bijoux for Kuja to return from the party. He was much more ragged now, but with any luck Kuja would be able to sense it was him by his aura and how much he'd grown in power - to his limit, beyond it, completely depleted, and nearly back to full power in fact.
His hair was longer, falling over his face, and his clothes were of native stock, the last of the outfits that he'd bought with Kuja all those months ago; he was starting to look like a different person and had he known that maybe he wouldn't be nearly as cautious anymore around the journals or in public. His clothes - simple brown pants and a simple long-sleeved formerly-white shirt - were rumpled from days straight of use, but clean at least.
He was still Japanese, after all.
WHAT: Seeking companionship and other basic necessities
WHERE: Les Bijoux
WHEN: Day 189 (Oct 2, backdated 4 days) -- nearly midnight
The evenings were starting to get humid; likely it would start raining within the next week. Not tonight, but very soon.
Each morning, Omi's words kept running through his mind: "You are not alone." But he was alone. He meandered the streets alone, he lived at the old headquarters alone, he ate alone when he stole food for lack of money.
The only people in the whole city that he knew... he'd been making the rounds, touching base with all of them. Max and Zero had their couch (though it was dirty again from when Iggy had been poisoned), Farfarello had taken over the Doctor's establishment, and Edward and Alphonse had medical materials for use in anything the Council (including Batman) needed of them - such as a cure for the WereCurse. Last on the list was Kuja.
He'd noticed on the journals that Kuja was planning on going to a party at the other clothing store, but he hadn't been able to force himself to go in search of the man with so many people around - so many high profile people, in fact.
And so he waited, leaning against the wall at the front door of Les Bijoux for Kuja to return from the party. He was much more ragged now, but with any luck Kuja would be able to sense it was him by his aura and how much he'd grown in power - to his limit, beyond it, completely depleted, and nearly back to full power in fact.
His hair was longer, falling over his face, and his clothes were of native stock, the last of the outfits that he'd bought with Kuja all those months ago; he was starting to look like a different person and had he known that maybe he wouldn't be nearly as cautious anymore around the journals or in public. His clothes - simple brown pants and a simple long-sleeved formerly-white shirt - were rumpled from days straight of use, but clean at least.
He was still Japanese, after all.