WHO: Giselle WHAT: Instead of writing in her newfound journal, Giselle would rather wander around and ask people odd questions. WHERE: EVERYWHERE. Giselle is wandering aimlessly. WHEN: Early evening.
Oriya could of handled being dumped into a strange place. He could of handled being sold halfway across the country in a slave-ring, as he had guessed had happened somehow. It would of been all too simple to unsheath his blade, and carve a bloody path back to Japan.
What he couldn't handle, was the damn chattering, cheerful, OBNOXIOUSNESS of BOTH of these women. They wouldn't stop babbling, touching and generally being massive contributing factors to his already pounding headache. The worst part was that it was pretty obvious they were oblivious to just how irritating they were. It was hard to decide which was worse, but Jennifer was Japanese. That was at least something, even if he had no fucking clue what she was meant about 'The Alternate World' Unless she meant hell, or the realm of the dead. Oriya normally considered himnself a patient man in most cases, but it seemed like everything in this place was out to make him miserable- one thing after another. It didn't help that he wasn't sure if Muraki had been 'taken' along with him. The doctor was still recovering, Oriya had been careful to keep stress and disturbing outside factors away from the mentally-delicate man. As it stood, he was for the moment, stuck with them. Oriya wished he were the type to be able to leave what looked like two defenseless women alone in a strange place. His hand in the soft, smaller one of Jennifers. Going out on his own would accomplish nothing, especially in a foreign place of which he had no idea of customs.
Grumbling, he pushed his thick hair back from his face and sighed. "I don't need any help with this headache, but don't expect me to treat this like some sort of festival. The first thing we should do is find out where we are, THEN we can worry about some Prince. It'll be ten times easier to find a guy in a place like this when we know more about our surroundings."
He could of handled being sold halfway across the country in a slave-ring, as he had guessed had happened somehow. It would of been all too simple to unsheath his blade, and carve a bloody path back to Japan.
What he couldn't handle, was the damn chattering, cheerful, OBNOXIOUSNESS of BOTH of these women. They wouldn't stop babbling, touching and generally being massive contributing factors to his already pounding headache. The worst part was that it was pretty obvious they were oblivious to just how irritating they were. It was hard to decide which was worse, but Jennifer was Japanese. That was at least something, even if he had no fucking clue what she was meant about 'The Alternate World' Unless she meant hell, or the realm of the dead.
Oriya normally considered himnself a patient man in most cases, but it seemed like everything in this place was out to make him miserable- one thing after another. It didn't help that he wasn't sure if Muraki had been 'taken' along with him. The doctor was still recovering, Oriya had been careful to keep stress and disturbing outside factors away from the mentally-delicate man. As it stood, he was for the moment, stuck with them. Oriya wished he were the type to be able to leave what looked like two defenseless women alone in a strange place. His hand in the soft, smaller one of Jennifers. Going out on his own would accomplish nothing, especially in a foreign place of which he had no idea of customs.
Grumbling, he pushed his thick hair back from his face and sighed. "I don't need any help with this headache, but don't expect me to treat this like some sort of festival. The first thing we should do is find out where we are, THEN we can worry about some Prince. It'll be ten times easier to find a guy in a place like this when we know more about our surroundings."
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