Vatheon, Meet Gau [Open]
Characters: Meguro Gau and EVERYONE
Location: The main city, headed toward the fountain
Time: Late night.
Style: Any.
Status: Open.
The boy's emerald eyes opened into darkness, and that by itself was confusing, because there had been a small light on in the room when he'd crashed out. Had Raikou turned it off? Had the doctor come?
Why did he feel like he was lying on something more like a road than a hospital bed?
He blinked up into the darkness, for the moment too exhausted to even begin to puzzle it out, wondering if perhaps he'd fallen back into a coma, if Yoite's kira had killed him after all rather than healing him, if the universe were playing some kind of cruel joke on him.
Well, I can handle this too.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and went through his entire body flexing muscles, making sure that everything worked properly. A slight shift of his foot revealed a familiar rustle; the messenger bag that had been lying in his bed with him. At least that meant he'd have his notebook, his first aid kit, his kunai.
When the green eyes opened, they were clearer, and there was a certain determination in them. He smiled up into the darkness, then rolled to his feet, gracefully despite a slight shakiness to his muscles. He reached down to grab the familiar green bag, then slipped it over his head, flattened the strap against his sweater vest. A quick push of his hand to straighten the clothes themselves -- and that was something else to be grateful for, that he'd been changed out of the hospital gown after he woke up -- and then he was moving toward what sounded like a waterfall.
Bring it on, world.
He just needed to find someone to talk to, and he'd get this all sorted out, whatever it was.
Location: The main city, headed toward the fountain
Time: Late night.
Style: Any.
Status: Open.
The boy's emerald eyes opened into darkness, and that by itself was confusing, because there had been a small light on in the room when he'd crashed out. Had Raikou turned it off? Had the doctor come?
Why did he feel like he was lying on something more like a road than a hospital bed?
He blinked up into the darkness, for the moment too exhausted to even begin to puzzle it out, wondering if perhaps he'd fallen back into a coma, if Yoite's kira had killed him after all rather than healing him, if the universe were playing some kind of cruel joke on him.
Well, I can handle this too.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and went through his entire body flexing muscles, making sure that everything worked properly. A slight shift of his foot revealed a familiar rustle; the messenger bag that had been lying in his bed with him. At least that meant he'd have his notebook, his first aid kit, his kunai.
When the green eyes opened, they were clearer, and there was a certain determination in them. He smiled up into the darkness, then rolled to his feet, gracefully despite a slight shakiness to his muscles. He reached down to grab the familiar green bag, then slipped it over his head, flattened the strap against his sweater vest. A quick push of his hand to straighten the clothes themselves -- and that was something else to be grateful for, that he'd been changed out of the hospital gown after he woke up -- and then he was moving toward what sounded like a waterfall.
Bring it on, world.
He just needed to find someone to talk to, and he'd get this all sorted out, whatever it was.