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Who: cursestained and YOU!
When: The morning hours of Friday, August 12th, all the way into midafternoon.
Where: Anywhere within Sectors 1, 2, 3, and 4.
Summary: Naoya's a wee bit restless. Thus, he's creepering about.
Warnings: ...Naoya being Naoya. Expect smugness and mystical bullshit.
Naoya has never been a man who particularly valued idleness. Every minute was one he could use to plan, to make things happen. But he'd been unusually restless of late...and to be honest, he knew the reason why.
Being brought here had sent him back a few months. The lockdown had been in August. And now that it had come around again...every date corresponded to a week that had been wasted. All of that had been for nothing, because his brother hadn't seen through Remiel's lies...or worse, had and agreed with that...But then his answer had made no sense.
His thoughts went in irritating circles, and Naoya had stalked outside, into the light, just to keep moving. He paid little attention to the people around him...in truth, he was thinking too much on things he best not to care...He needed to do something. Talk to someone. Get things moving again. He wandered through the sectors, his geta making their familiar, ominous clack on the sidewalk as he went.
When: The morning hours of Friday, August 12th, all the way into midafternoon.
Where: Anywhere within Sectors 1, 2, 3, and 4.
Summary: Naoya's a wee bit restless. Thus, he's creepering about.
Warnings: ...Naoya being Naoya. Expect smugness and mystical bullshit.
Naoya has never been a man who particularly valued idleness. Every minute was one he could use to plan, to make things happen. But he'd been unusually restless of late...and to be honest, he knew the reason why.
Being brought here had sent him back a few months. The lockdown had been in August. And now that it had come around again...every date corresponded to a week that had been wasted. All of that had been for nothing, because his brother hadn't seen through Remiel's lies...or worse, had and agreed with that...But then his answer had made no sense.
His thoughts went in irritating circles, and Naoya had stalked outside, into the light, just to keep moving. He paid little attention to the people around him...in truth, he was thinking too much on things he best not to care...He needed to do something. Talk to someone. Get things moving again. He wandered through the sectors, his geta making their familiar, ominous clack on the sidewalk as he went.