[closed log!]

[storm_of_ise]

Who: Kishuu Arashi and Watanuki Kimihiro
What: Arashi is starting to lose certain memories
Where: Starts out at the shrine Arashi's staying in, then somewhere around the residential area.
When: Around a week after she first arrives, after the newest thing with the Church, but before it starts raining blood.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe.
Open: Not

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[twoeyedprophet]

The City streets were ridiculously long and straight-ish, which was rather ironic for all the ways that this whole world was screwed up. Watanuki muttered under his breath, cursing every single little thing that had lead to this little unwanted adventure, from the literally bleeding computer in his room, to the hairline fracture that he found in one of the prettier teacups when he was sorting out the kitchen, and to the endless creaking of the old wood floorboards.

He didn't feel better, but neither did he feel too crummy. It was a strange and oddly comfortable balance of irritation and exasperated acceptance that he usually turned to whenever he couldn't blow up at either Yuuko or Doumeki.

Watanuki quickly cleared those thoughts out of his head -- he couldn't rely on them forever.

Something moved in his peripheral vision. Normally, Watanuki would have been too wrapped up in his internal monologue of complaining, but wisps of black caught his attention. The girl that was apporoaching him was covered in fine threads of smokey darkness, almost in the same way Himawari-chan had been when he last saw her in that Masquerade. It wasn't as thick as the cocoon that had covered his friend, and the threads were faint, but he could already see the potential for that web of sorts to become stickier.

His heart twinged when he saw just how long that had been. Himawari-chan had disappeared for the same amount of time that Sakura-chan had been kidnapped, and he had no idea where Mao-chan went, either.

Watanuki hated not being able to help his friends.

"Hello," he said, changing directions and walking towards the girl so that they would meet halfway on the street. If this person was under some sort of curse or anything like Himawari's, he wanted to at least be able to help.