Waka (桜 oo1)
Who: Waka, anyone
Where: Espoir
Style: Either
Status: Open~!
Now this was strange: one minute he was falling to Gods' know where, and now he was some place where even the Gods' have vanished. Certainly, this was not where he was supposed to be, and that was most worrisome for the prophet. But, he had full confidence in cherie and her little bouncing friend, even against that great evil.
He relaxed and cocked his helmet forward (he didn't know what Issun was talking about, this hat is stylish) as he walked down the quaint road of Espoir. Two things were immediately obvious: this place was nowhere near Nippon, and the cherry blossoms were missing. This was a place -world?- outside Amaterasu's domain since her blossoms did not grow here. That he knew well.
He was surprised at the lack of demon scrolls in the absence of the Gods. In fact, the world had a peaceful calm in the air and there wasn't the slightest smell of curse or bloodshed on the wind. Waka stopped and drew his flute, Pillowtalk, habitually tapping it on his chin as he contemplated his situation. He smiled as a thought came to mind.
"Hou~, it seems the riddler has finally gotten a riddle of his own, ne?"
Where: Espoir
Style: Either
Status: Open~!
Now this was strange: one minute he was falling to Gods' know where, and now he was some place where even the Gods' have vanished. Certainly, this was not where he was supposed to be, and that was most worrisome for the prophet. But, he had full confidence in cherie and her little bouncing friend, even against that great evil.
He relaxed and cocked his helmet forward (he didn't know what Issun was talking about, this hat is stylish) as he walked down the quaint road of Espoir. Two things were immediately obvious: this place was nowhere near Nippon, and the cherry blossoms were missing. This was a place -world?- outside Amaterasu's domain since her blossoms did not grow here. That he knew well.
He was surprised at the lack of demon scrolls in the absence of the Gods. In fact, the world had a peaceful calm in the air and there wasn't the slightest smell of curse or bloodshed on the wind. Waka stopped and drew his flute, Pillowtalk, habitually tapping it on his chin as he contemplated his situation. He smiled as a thought came to mind.
"Hou~, it seems the riddler has finally gotten a riddle of his own, ne?"