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Characters: Himura Tomoe & YOULocation: Casualty Communal=>other places!
Rating: [G-PG?]
Time: Dec 11th afternoon
Description: Wandering around the city and trying to distract herself from ALL THE THINGS.
There was only so much time a person could spend cooped up alone in a foreign room. While the outside certainly wasn’t any less foreign, it did hold the benefit of fresh air at least. It had been less than a week since her world had quite literally been torn apart through her own doing before being haphazardly thrown back together in this near nightmarish farce. Given the personal factors both from what she had come from and what she had been dropped into, it perhaps wasn’t surprising that it had taken a full four days before Tomoe could even remotely consider turning her attention toward her surroundings.
But she needed a distraction, almost desperately now. If she thought anymore on personal circumstance perhaps she would go mad without any aid of the ‘wavelength’ that was held outside the city walls. Besides, no one could expect a person to handle a death in a week’s time-especially when that death was your own and you were miraculously not dead after it.
And so she finally ventured out, actively taking in the surroundings for the first time since her arrival, the strange communication device she’d been given tucked into a sleeve. She had ‘used’ it once thus far and that once use had added at least three more layers onto an already complicated situation… though Tomoe wasn’t sure whether those layers were good or bad… or perhaps they were neither. Everything seemed to be an eternally twisted gray area.
The bright décor of the building did seem to lift that blanket, at least a bit. She did not remember the decorated trees-but then her focus had been almost entirely inward when she’d been lead through the building and later returned to it with her… widower. Her lips pressed briefly, her brows drawing slightly. Four days and she still couldn’t quite lock the emotion back. How ironic that not a week ago she had lamented her inability to show emotion and now she was cursing being unable to hold it back flawlessly the way she always had.
She paused, looking over that first tree for a little longer. She had no idea what it had to do with or its meaning, but it was still quite lovely, especially the spots of color from the small electric lights. At the very least she had come past gawping in confusion as to how anything worked. After all, being brought back from the dead had the quick an immediate effect of taking everything at face value with little questioning. Eventually she moved on, exiting the building in the winter kimono she’d arrived in, forgoing the western coat they had provided her with. She would certainly return before the cold became an issue.
She started retracing her steps through that forced tour from the first day, bits of information coming back to her as she took in the surroundings… and how truly they seemed to her. Buildings made of brick and mortar or materials she couldn’t even recognize… paved streets, electric lights, neon lights. It seemed amazing now that so little had struck her that day. Finally she had come all the way back to Shibusen itself, staring toward the facility and the impossibly long staircase.
A war with witches… fought with living weapons. She frowned again, for the first time truly thinking on that specific issue… which, perhaps should have been the first. They’d all been brought here to fight in someone else’s war… not just as soldiers but as… weapons. The very thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. Considering the way she had just been used by the Yaminobu and the way Kenshin had been being used by the Choshuu… the thought did not sit well with her in the least. Not when… and her mind drifted back to the recount that she’d been given across the communicator… That long story told by Kamiya Kaoru…
She faltered, almost, visibly again. At the time it had been difficult to see, difficult to pull everything apart with everything else that had been twisted together, but now remembering the girl’s reactions… it didn’t take a genius to know there was something there. And it wasn’t so difficult to place two and two together with the words he had said to her. He’d survived one war. He’d survived what had sounded to be an intense battle what might have led to another. He, by his own words, was happy for the first time in thirteen years.
She didn’t know which she was more furious about: that this place had saw fit to thrust him into another war or that it felt the need to raise her from the grave to see it.
In the end it didn’t matter. They were there. She was there. And there was no undoing it. She finally turned on her heel, heading away from the institute and back to the streets.
[ooc; lol this… turned into more of a narrative than a log set up… oops. FEEL FREE TO TOSS SOMEONE AT HER RIGHT THERE or somewhere randomly on the street… or even back at Causality Communal or something /is easy ALSO I MAY HAVE PROBLEMS WITH MY INTERNET (I'll find out when I get home tonight) SO I MIGHT BE SLOW!]