[CLOSED] Straight up, what did you hope to learn about here?
Characters: Byakuran & Irie Shouichi
Location: Somewhere on the streets of Death City
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of violence
Time: The 23rd, evening
Description: Scavenging for food -- also creeping. Lots of creeping.
Yesterday had been a long day. He'd gone out once, and taken some of his irritation out on the smaller frogs with a two-by-four he found on the sidewalk, but after about ten minutes he'd gotten bored and wandered back inside, mildly scratched, and locked everything up to wait it out. It was frustrating, not having his powers. He'd managed not to think about it much up until that point, but, well... he could have decimated those frogs, before. And he thought a good deal of the other visitors probably could have as well. What was the point, then, of them losing their abilities? It was so vexing, and briefly he wondered if there was a version of himself out there somewhere in this universe, and if he had their multiuniversal power. Still, it didn't much matter now, did it? So he had grudgingly decided to just pretend there wasn't a battle going on outside.
But that was over now, and after watching the aftermath via the network for most of the day, here in the twilight darkness he was out to see if there was any supply of sweets left. He ate a lot when he was irritated, and he was out of snacks. On top of that, a walk seemed like a good way to cool off, so after a few minutes of walking he was whistling a tune -- some cheesy love song that used to play over the radio in college -- and stepping with a cheerful bounce.
Location: Somewhere on the streets of Death City
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of violence
Time: The 23rd, evening
Description: Scavenging for food -- also creeping. Lots of creeping.
Yesterday had been a long day. He'd gone out once, and taken some of his irritation out on the smaller frogs with a two-by-four he found on the sidewalk, but after about ten minutes he'd gotten bored and wandered back inside, mildly scratched, and locked everything up to wait it out. It was frustrating, not having his powers. He'd managed not to think about it much up until that point, but, well... he could have decimated those frogs, before. And he thought a good deal of the other visitors probably could have as well. What was the point, then, of them losing their abilities? It was so vexing, and briefly he wondered if there was a version of himself out there somewhere in this universe, and if he had their multiuniversal power. Still, it didn't much matter now, did it? So he had grudgingly decided to just pretend there wasn't a battle going on outside.
But that was over now, and after watching the aftermath via the network for most of the day, here in the twilight darkness he was out to see if there was any supply of sweets left. He ate a lot when he was irritated, and he was out of snacks. On top of that, a walk seemed like a good way to cool off, so after a few minutes of walking he was whistling a tune -- some cheesy love song that used to play over the radio in college -- and stepping with a cheerful bounce.