002 Feathers Fell
Characters: Joshua Kiryu, Aziraphale, Alice?, Jeanne, eventually Naoya?
Location: The Angel Household!
Time: The day before shit hits the fan with the pirate ghosts.
Style: First if that's not a problem? Starts off in third, though!
Status: CLOSED, there will be a post made by Joshua on Sunday at the latest
Joshua groaned softly, his body feeling like it was made of lead, his head a complete mess of exhaustion and pain from the mental barrages he endured from Enjin probing around in his mind. It hadn't been that long since the Satori abandoned him in the building, thankfully taking that damned Oyafude away with him. He hissed and flinched in pain when he tried to move, annoyed at his pitiful condition. The cuts and stab wounds weren't fatal, unless he had the misfortune to bleed out, which the Composer had no inclination toward. Joshua was pretty sure that he would be very tender for a long while, no thanks to the soul-harming done while in Enjin's care.
He laid there on his back for a few hours to gather the tattered remains of his energy, and focused on the familiar home a certain angel had pushed him into living in. The Composer took in a sharp breath, and exhaled slowly before the building melted away from sight, only to reform into…the living room of Aziraphale's family's home. Of all the rooms he had to wind up in, why'd it have to be this one?
Oh, whatever. At least I managed to even get in the house. The 'teen' thought as he coughed, groaning softly. His vision was swimming, the worst case of vertigo he had ever experienced in his life. Afterlife, whatever. Joshua scrunched his eyes shut, willing away both falling into unconscious oblivion and the dizzying feeling after using even a small amount of energy.
I will take his soul for this. It was an absent-minded idea to keep his mind off of his current situation. Each and every wound on his body simply ached, and he doubted his spirit was much better. Enjin…he was going to pay.
Joshua would make sure of it.
{OOC: Here's his full list of injuries: stab wound in the abdomen (likely scar), a cut on the side of his neck, both arms have gashes that might leave a faint scar, a few cuts on the legs deep enough to prevent him from moving yet shallow enough to heal without trouble, a wound on his chest that looks suspiciously like a smiley face will definitely leave a scar (it's not big, but it's not too small to be unnoticeable, either), and various cuts and bruises all over his body, though the only part that is left intentionally untouched is Joshua's face.}
Location: The Angel Household!
Time: The day before shit hits the fan with the pirate ghosts.
Style: First if that's not a problem? Starts off in third, though!
Status: CLOSED, there will be a post made by Joshua on Sunday at the latest
Joshua groaned softly, his body feeling like it was made of lead, his head a complete mess of exhaustion and pain from the mental barrages he endured from Enjin probing around in his mind. It hadn't been that long since the Satori abandoned him in the building, thankfully taking that damned Oyafude away with him. He hissed and flinched in pain when he tried to move, annoyed at his pitiful condition. The cuts and stab wounds weren't fatal, unless he had the misfortune to bleed out, which the Composer had no inclination toward. Joshua was pretty sure that he would be very tender for a long while, no thanks to the soul-harming done while in Enjin's care.
He laid there on his back for a few hours to gather the tattered remains of his energy, and focused on the familiar home a certain angel had pushed him into living in. The Composer took in a sharp breath, and exhaled slowly before the building melted away from sight, only to reform into…the living room of Aziraphale's family's home. Of all the rooms he had to wind up in, why'd it have to be this one?
Oh, whatever. At least I managed to even get in the house. The 'teen' thought as he coughed, groaning softly. His vision was swimming, the worst case of vertigo he had ever experienced in his life. Afterlife, whatever. Joshua scrunched his eyes shut, willing away both falling into unconscious oblivion and the dizzying feeling after using even a small amount of energy.
I will take his soul for this. It was an absent-minded idea to keep his mind off of his current situation. Each and every wound on his body simply ached, and he doubted his spirit was much better. Enjin…he was going to pay.
Joshua would make sure of it.
{OOC: Here's his full list of injuries: stab wound in the abdomen (likely scar), a cut on the side of his neck, both arms have gashes that might leave a faint scar, a few cuts on the legs deep enough to prevent him from moving yet shallow enough to heal without trouble, a wound on his chest that looks suspiciously like a smiley face will definitely leave a scar (it's not big, but it's not too small to be unnoticeable, either), and various cuts and bruises all over his body, though the only part that is left intentionally untouched is Joshua's face.}