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WHO Adachi (itscabbagetime) and Dojima (daddydrunkard)
WHAT Gaining direction and a little bit of assistance from Adachi
WHERE ze village square
WHEN tonight?
RATING/WARNINGS TBA
Dojima wasn't a patient man at the best of times, and right then wasn't the best of times. Dream worlds and Dreamberries and supernatural phenomena, it was enough to bring on the beginnings of a headache. No way home, they said, and the pain in his temples throbbed a little harder. It was disconcerting enough that people he'd never met before could contact him through the Dreamberry. It was downright troubling that residents of Inaba could find their way there at all.
Waiting, that was another thing that put the bee in his bonnet. Waiting and wondering when the thing or person he was waiting for would arrive. That it was Adachi he waited on made the process no easier. He foresaw an awkward meeting, and it wasn't something he felt he was looking forward to in particular. How long? A week? Maybe two? Days? Not long at all, it seemed, since that phone-call, his nephew and the boy's friends apprehending the suspect in the Junes electronics section.
Shrugging his shoulders, he moved deeper into the doorway (a random house, it provided some shelter against the cold. That he could feel cold in a dream was only a small point of puzzlement to him), giving the square one more glance-over.
If the man didn't show sooner or later, he'd simply have to make do on his own, directions be damned.
WHAT Gaining direction and a little bit of assistance from Adachi
WHERE ze village square
WHEN tonight?
RATING/WARNINGS TBA
Dojima wasn't a patient man at the best of times, and right then wasn't the best of times. Dream worlds and Dreamberries and supernatural phenomena, it was enough to bring on the beginnings of a headache. No way home, they said, and the pain in his temples throbbed a little harder. It was disconcerting enough that people he'd never met before could contact him through the Dreamberry. It was downright troubling that residents of Inaba could find their way there at all.
Waiting, that was another thing that put the bee in his bonnet. Waiting and wondering when the thing or person he was waiting for would arrive. That it was Adachi he waited on made the process no easier. He foresaw an awkward meeting, and it wasn't something he felt he was looking forward to in particular. How long? A week? Maybe two? Days? Not long at all, it seemed, since that phone-call, his nephew and the boy's friends apprehending the suspect in the Junes electronics section.
Shrugging his shoulders, he moved deeper into the doorway (a random house, it provided some shelter against the cold. That he could feel cold in a dream was only a small point of puzzlement to him), giving the square one more glance-over.
If the man didn't show sooner or later, he'd simply have to make do on his own, directions be damned.