1st.
Who: cut_and_kill Souji Okita and anyone who wants to come along!
Where: Espoir village.
Style: 3rd, but if you prefer threading in another way Just Do It
Status: Open to all;ongoing
There's a loud yelp in the middle of the village, and then the clatter of something metallic hitting one of the fences. If you care to follow the sound, you'll find a young man in traditional Japanese clothing standing on top of a one-story building. The jacket is bright blue and white, the pants a dark grey. His long hair, tied up in a ponytail, flies behind him as he jumps off the roof, scrambling to get to the katana that apparently slipped from his grasp.
When he stands up, he's holding something else in his hands: the Dreamberry. He straps his sword back to his side, then steps out of the garden he'd landed in. He manages to look vaguely guilty about the ruined flowerbed before he looks at the people passing by with wide, confused eyes. He'd never seen this party of Kyoto-- it looks foreign in a way he's sure wouldn't have been tolerated.
Thinking of that, he's struck by a sense of immediate guilt-- wherever it is, it's not at his comrades' sides, fighting. Even though he certainly didn't come here on purpose, he feels like he's betraying everyone by not being there.
He might need some help.
Where: Espoir village.
Style: 3rd, but if you prefer threading in another way Just Do It
Status: Open to all;ongoing
There's a loud yelp in the middle of the village, and then the clatter of something metallic hitting one of the fences. If you care to follow the sound, you'll find a young man in traditional Japanese clothing standing on top of a one-story building. The jacket is bright blue and white, the pants a dark grey. His long hair, tied up in a ponytail, flies behind him as he jumps off the roof, scrambling to get to the katana that apparently slipped from his grasp.
When he stands up, he's holding something else in his hands: the Dreamberry. He straps his sword back to his side, then steps out of the garden he'd landed in. He manages to look vaguely guilty about the ruined flowerbed before he looks at the people passing by with wide, confused eyes. He'd never seen this party of Kyoto-- it looks foreign in a way he's sure wouldn't have been tolerated.
Thinking of that, he's struck by a sense of immediate guilt-- wherever it is, it's not at his comrades' sides, fighting. Even though he certainly didn't come here on purpose, he feels like he's betraying everyone by not being there.
He might need some help.