OPEN LOG

[flipblade]

Who: Himura Kenshin (flipblade) & You!
What: CR building! Random shenanigans! Love and Justice! Anything, really! Is your character working a job? Being a villian? Feeding birds in the park? Ninjaing in the night? Breakdancing? Bring it on! Let's interact C:
When: Anytime this month! That is, the month of June, yes. Any day, too, hur hur.
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[flipblade]

He noticed the young woman the instant she fell into step with him, not minding the company at all, however brief it may turn out to be. That was one thing you picked up when you wandered for the better part of ten years -- talking casually to strangers like they were old friends was something you just started to do. Well, in Kenshin's case, certainly. They stood at the same eye level, and while he was probably quite short for a man by her standards, she was quite tall for a woman by his. So when he glanced at her, he had no trouble looking into the blue hue of her eyes.

She was certainly a different type of girl, one who might be from the west in his world, with her blond hair and light eyes. And her style of dress was certainly more western than eastern, as far as he knew. Interesting, very interesting. There were all sorts of types, here on the Thor.

"Oh, certainly," he replied without even the slightest hint of sarcasm or cynicism, "very tame, but perhaps a bit cold. And there's a certain stiffness about the air, likely from it going though these machines. Aa, though this one does forget what they are called."

They began with an F, and he paused for a moment, before adding, "Oh, yes. Filters, if remembered correctly."

[dorothytiberius]

"Comparable to how the atmosphere in a colony is maintained, she mused aloud.

Hm...he was unfamiliar with even the notion of filters? The past few days had been spent observing the ship's inhabitants in silence, looking over posts to the network and getting a feel for the Thor in general. Time and space seemed to bend here. Wormholes took people from different worlds or, sometimes, the same world but at a different point in history.

This man might be a case of the latter. Perhaps the past of an alternative Earth Sphere.

In any case, did it really matter?

"The air does seem lifeless but it still has the ability to bring life."

A snort.

"If one can call this life..."

[flipblade]

"Hm... or to sustain life, really," he responded without much thought, seemingly, with a small upturn at the corner of his lips. She seemed like royalty, almost, or she certainly acted like someone important, if his judgment was correct.

Though her second comment made him think a little bit. Could this really be called life? Well, of course... they were alive and well, despite being told that their worlds were gone -- destroyed -- kaput. But their lives were turned upside down, and they were thrown into unfamiliar terrirory -- unfamiliar for him, at the very least.

"Perhaps it's what you make of it, no?"

[dorothytiberius]

"Some sort of purgatory," she shrugged, trying to seem inocuous despite the venom she hid underneath. She suspected the same of this man owing to the sword he kept at his side. The bearing of a simpleton was a guise used by the most deadly of foes.

"It looks almost like an entirely new plane of existence."