They say that we're flyin' too high...
Characters: slappingsense and delinquent-monk
Location: The main plaza
Time: Early evening
Style: Third-prose
Status: Closed, ongoing. Don't worry, I'll throw Miroku at everybody soon enough; he's very social. I just thought this would be a most appropriate arrival log. :3
Normally Miroku loved seeing new places, meeting new people, and trying new things. He was a man about town, a jack of all trades, and a monk for all seasons, it could be said... but somehow being inexplicably parted from his party and thrown into a place unlike anything he'd ever seen sort of took all the joy out of the new sights and sounds.
Even the pretty girls weren't quite so exciting, and there were certainly a few of those. Everyone's clothing was so unusual! Why, there wasn't a single standard kimono in the group, that he'd seen--where did all these women get their strange garments? ... And why didn't more garments show that much leg?
Okay, focus, Miroku. He had already spoken with several people and determined that this place was called Vatheon, and that it was somehow at the bottom of the ocean, and that there was no way to get out. That was unacceptable--if they had gotten in, then surely there was a way out. If they could not swim to the ocean's surface, then how had they been brought down here? It made no sense at all.
More than that, why did it seem he was the only one who had been brought here? Where were Inuyasha and Kagome? Where was Shippou? ... Where was Sango? He still wasn't convinced this wasn't one of Naraku's tricks, and Buddha help him, if Naraku had done something to the others and thrown him into this bubble as some sort of test, he would rip the bastard's lungs out and feed them to him.
He had to find them. Nothing else mattered. Schooling his face back into something neutral and pleasant, Miroku gripped his staff and sort of staggered toward the next vendor's kiosk. At least the natives of this place seemed helpful. He wasn't sure these vendors would take his money, but he would have killed for a cup of tea right then...
Location: The main plaza
Time: Early evening
Style: Third-prose
Status: Closed, ongoing. Don't worry, I'll throw Miroku at everybody soon enough; he's very social. I just thought this would be a most appropriate arrival log. :3
Normally Miroku loved seeing new places, meeting new people, and trying new things. He was a man about town, a jack of all trades, and a monk for all seasons, it could be said... but somehow being inexplicably parted from his party and thrown into a place unlike anything he'd ever seen sort of took all the joy out of the new sights and sounds.
Even the pretty girls weren't quite so exciting, and there were certainly a few of those. Everyone's clothing was so unusual! Why, there wasn't a single standard kimono in the group, that he'd seen--where did all these women get their strange garments? ... And why didn't more garments show that much leg?
Okay, focus, Miroku. He had already spoken with several people and determined that this place was called Vatheon, and that it was somehow at the bottom of the ocean, and that there was no way to get out. That was unacceptable--if they had gotten in, then surely there was a way out. If they could not swim to the ocean's surface, then how had they been brought down here? It made no sense at all.
More than that, why did it seem he was the only one who had been brought here? Where were Inuyasha and Kagome? Where was Shippou? ... Where was Sango? He still wasn't convinced this wasn't one of Naraku's tricks, and Buddha help him, if Naraku had done something to the others and thrown him into this bubble as some sort of test, he would rip the bastard's lungs out and feed them to him.
He had to find them. Nothing else mattered. Schooling his face back into something neutral and pleasant, Miroku gripped his staff and sort of staggered toward the next vendor's kiosk. At least the natives of this place seemed helpful. He wasn't sure these vendors would take his money, but he would have killed for a cup of tea right then...