[Closed] Even in death, he's a troll.
Characters: Joshua Kiryuu, Maes Hughes
Content: Hughes is a confused ghost who finds his way to Joshua's cabin.
Setting: Just after the raids, Joshua's room.
Time: Before the crew goes after Grita and the kidnapped ones.
Warnings: Well!
There was something wrong, something missing. Things he had to do, like a list on the board but he couldn't read it. But he knew they were important -- maybe for grades? No, he was no longer in the Academy. Targets? Bills? Jobs, maybe? Probably... he had always been a workaholic. Who said that? A woman. His sister? No. His mother? No, his mother was dead. Or was she? His wife... that was more like it. Something was still wrong. Where was his baby?
He had a job to do. But there was too many on the list. Which one was real? And who owned these cabins? He did not know, but it was familiar. A small bed -- was that his? No, the big one was his. Hughes found himself wandering outside to the corridor -- blood on the floor, different shades. Dead men? He wanted to go up to the deck, but there was a large circle of dried blood that hurt him when he looked at it. Hughes turned the other way and wandered into an open door.
"Oh, a boy," he said.
Content: Hughes is a confused ghost who finds his way to Joshua's cabin.
Setting: Just after the raids, Joshua's room.
Time: Before the crew goes after Grita and the kidnapped ones.
Warnings: Well!
There was something wrong, something missing. Things he had to do, like a list on the board but he couldn't read it. But he knew they were important -- maybe for grades? No, he was no longer in the Academy. Targets? Bills? Jobs, maybe? Probably... he had always been a workaholic. Who said that? A woman. His sister? No. His mother? No, his mother was dead. Or was she? His wife... that was more like it. Something was still wrong. Where was his baby?
He had a job to do. But there was too many on the list. Which one was real? And who owned these cabins? He did not know, but it was familiar. A small bed -- was that his? No, the big one was his. Hughes found himself wandering outside to the corridor -- blood on the floor, different shades. Dead men? He wanted to go up to the deck, but there was a large circle of dried blood that hurt him when he looked at it. Hughes turned the other way and wandered into an open door.
"Oh, a boy," he said.