first prayer
Characters: Ichirin Kumoi, Minamitsu Murasa
Location: 1 Krio Street
Time: Evening
Style: Third
Status: Closed like Ames Department Stores
Ichirin had picked one hell of a time to arrive in Vatheon. She was never a particularly relaxed person, and having to deal with a week-long zombie invasion on top of losing Unzan, her constant companion, had worn her out both in body and spirit. She'd spent hours praying for the salvation of the lost souls following their sudden death, and after that she'd spent time looking for Unzan and asking the natives about possibly building a temple. She'd had success on at least one of those fronts; she knew who to talk to about buildings, but she still hadn't found Unzan.
She was close to giving up. Searching was exhausting, and it had already jeopardized Captain Murasa's life. She wanted to do nothing more than go upstairs to her bedroom, lie down on the floor, and retreat to the world of dreams even for only a little while. But there was still work to be done, there was always some sort of work to be done, so she kept herself awake. She sighed quietly and stared at the front door. It wasn't going to guard itself, after all. So Ichirin, who hadn't slept since the end of the invasion, did instead.
Location: 1 Krio Street
Time: Evening
Style: Third
Status: Closed like Ames Department Stores
Ichirin had picked one hell of a time to arrive in Vatheon. She was never a particularly relaxed person, and having to deal with a week-long zombie invasion on top of losing Unzan, her constant companion, had worn her out both in body and spirit. She'd spent hours praying for the salvation of the lost souls following their sudden death, and after that she'd spent time looking for Unzan and asking the natives about possibly building a temple. She'd had success on at least one of those fronts; she knew who to talk to about buildings, but she still hadn't found Unzan.
She was close to giving up. Searching was exhausting, and it had already jeopardized Captain Murasa's life. She wanted to do nothing more than go upstairs to her bedroom, lie down on the floor, and retreat to the world of dreams even for only a little while. But there was still work to be done, there was always some sort of work to be done, so she kept herself awake. She sighed quietly and stared at the front door. It wasn't going to guard itself, after all. So Ichirin, who hadn't slept since the end of the invasion, did instead.