Kaidou Kio ★ 01 ★ Arrival of a Loveless painter.
Who: Kadiou Kio, Open to anyone
Where: Espoir, the field between the tavern and morgue
Style: Beginning in third, but either is fine.
Status: Open
It had already been over an hour since Kio found himself in the small village. When he had first woken up he was in a small cottage, in a bed that he didn't recognize and definitely wasn't his own. It had taken everything he had to keep himself from having a panic attack before even getting the courage to get up. At first the painter had thought that maybe he had been kidnapped again, but when the door opened and there was no one else there Kio figured that couldn't have been right. Who would have kidnapped him only to leave the door wide open. Grabbing the jacket that was next to the bed and left without really looking back. He started wandering, hoping and trying to figure out just where he was since it obviously wasn't Tokyo.
Now though as another strong gust of wind blew and he wrapped the coat tighter and he had been walking in circles it seemed, Kio wished that he had stayed where he was and just waited for someone to come back and explain everything to him.
At first he had been creeped out by the decorations around the place, and the fact that he had yet to run into anyone that didn’t completely ignore him didn't really help either. Eventually Kio ventured towards what looked like a park or clearing away from the area where he had arrived. There was a building on the other side that seemed to have a bit more noise coming from it and sounded more lively that most of the cottages, though Kio also hoped that it would be a nice break from the cold wind too. He had been talking to himself, trying to keep calm when all of the sudden he lost his footing as he tripped over something and landed face first in the grass.
There was a laugh before an odd voice came from the spot where he tripped, ”Have a nice fall?” Looking for his glasses Kio put them on before sitting up and looking for what had said that only for it to mock him again. ”Maybe it should be TRIP or treat.” Finally seeing that it was a talking Jack-o-lantern Kio put a hand to his head, moving back a little. Come on Kio, calm down, panicking won’t help. Still though he was having trouble as he looked back at the pumpkin which just laughed again, ”Boo~”
Kio muttered to himself brushing himself off a little but still sitting where he was, “This can’t be real, I’ve got to be dreaming.” But why would I dream about something like this…
Where: Espoir, the field between the tavern and morgue
Style: Beginning in third, but either is fine.
Status: Open
It had already been over an hour since Kio found himself in the small village. When he had first woken up he was in a small cottage, in a bed that he didn't recognize and definitely wasn't his own. It had taken everything he had to keep himself from having a panic attack before even getting the courage to get up. At first the painter had thought that maybe he had been kidnapped again, but when the door opened and there was no one else there Kio figured that couldn't have been right. Who would have kidnapped him only to leave the door wide open. Grabbing the jacket that was next to the bed and left without really looking back. He started wandering, hoping and trying to figure out just where he was since it obviously wasn't Tokyo.
Now though as another strong gust of wind blew and he wrapped the coat tighter and he had been walking in circles it seemed, Kio wished that he had stayed where he was and just waited for someone to come back and explain everything to him.
At first he had been creeped out by the decorations around the place, and the fact that he had yet to run into anyone that didn’t completely ignore him didn't really help either. Eventually Kio ventured towards what looked like a park or clearing away from the area where he had arrived. There was a building on the other side that seemed to have a bit more noise coming from it and sounded more lively that most of the cottages, though Kio also hoped that it would be a nice break from the cold wind too. He had been talking to himself, trying to keep calm when all of the sudden he lost his footing as he tripped over something and landed face first in the grass.
There was a laugh before an odd voice came from the spot where he tripped, ”Have a nice fall?” Looking for his glasses Kio put them on before sitting up and looking for what had said that only for it to mock him again. ”Maybe it should be TRIP or treat.” Finally seeing that it was a talking Jack-o-lantern Kio put a hand to his head, moving back a little. Come on Kio, calm down, panicking won’t help. Still though he was having trouble as he looked back at the pumpkin which just laughed again, ”Boo~”
Kio muttered to himself brushing himself off a little but still sitting where he was, “This can’t be real, I’ve got to be dreaming.” But why would I dream about something like this…