Comments | soul_logs: I will brush off all the dirt; and I will pretend it didn't hurt.

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I will brush off all the dirt; and I will pretend it didn't hurt.

Jun 26, 2009 17:53

Characters: Open
Location: Shibusen; Shelter
Rating: R, to be safe
Time: Day Three, Early Morning
Description: Exactly twenty minutes and one second after this. For those who managed to reach the shelter in time.

( You are a black and heavy weight; and I will not participate. )

superbi squalo, naoto fuyumine, arthur kirkland (england), hiro, jamie hemeros, hakuren oak, gilbert weillschmidt (prussia), mifune, abel nightroad, crona, tifa lockhart

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proclaimedrival June 27 2009, 00:35:18 UTC

The first thing he noticed when he woke up was the strange decor. It was reminiscent of the statues that stood in the Church of the Seven Ghosts, but none of them bore the proper symbols.

The second was amount of people in this room. Some looked much like himself; confused, but uninjured. The others looked like they had run a marathon prior to this.

The third... The faint sounds of battle and a siren. Was something happening? This wasn't the church or Barsburg, of that he could be sure. It might have had something to do with the military attacking yet again... And here he was, without a baculus or-

"My zaiphon...?"

This was bad. This was very bad. But first... "Just what is this place?"

arrogantshark June 27 2009, 12:03:58 UTC

Opening his eyes groggily, his first thought was When did I fall asleep? and then OW as his head started to protest violently against waking at all. The second was the realisation that he wasn't where he was suppopsed to be anymore. As everything came slowly into focus, he heard sounds as well, the buzz of chatter, muted sirens and dull explosions which shook dust onto him from the walls, which was probably what had awoken him.

Looking around him, it seemed that he was underground, in some kind of mausoleum judging from the statues and size, but it had obviously long since been cleared out to be some kind of shelter.

"Just what is this place?"The question came from someone beside him. He looked over and there was a kid, looking about as confused as he felt. Regarding some of the others in the place, it seemed they weren't the only ones, but there were also others who looked definitely more lucid and some were out of breath ( ... )

proclaimedrival June 28 2009, 06:48:38 UTC

He turns around immediately when he hears a quiet reply. A slight frown before he sighs...

Then facepalms.

Muttering quietly to himself, it takes a moment before he looks up to address the person who responded to the previous question. So Hakuren wasn't the only one who had no idea as to where they were... Not something that was all that reassuring.

Noticing the other man looking a bit worse for wear, he stops himself from saying something unintentionally insulting... The zaiphon he was used to was the attacking type, so he couldn't have helped. Nevermind that said zaiphon was presently not working. It probably had something to do with the sudden change in location, Hakuren just needed to calm down and refocus.

He hoped.

"Are you okay?"

arrogantshark June 28 2009, 21:15:18 UTC

'Che, I'm fine,' he said irritably, noting that as he sat up straighter, his head did seem to be clearing.

'Shit, this isn't the boat I was s'posed to catch. See anybody that looks like they know why they're here?' This last was directed at the long-haired kid but he stood anyway, suppressing the urge to stretch all his joints as he noted, with some satisfation, that he still had his box and ring on him, his sword hand a comforting weight on his left.

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Third time lucky ... Jesus ... indovinare June 27 2009, 17:20:41 UTC

And there it was. The sweet, mocking lilt in the back of his mind, that served only to remind him over and over of his failings; And that's why ... you've become the Enemy of the World ... Now more than ever, it seemed a truth. No matter how hard he tried ... no matter what he did from this moment onwards, he was useless. Dead weight. A stranger to this place that called itself 'Death City', locked away and unable to help those caught up in the outside conflict. There were women and children out there -- children, who needed his help ( ... )

Re: Third time lucky ... Jesus ... mechadactyl_ftw June 28 2009, 02:10:32 UTC

Jamie, observing from a discrete distance, couldn't begrudge the man his obvious tension; he was more than a little on edge himself - he'd sort of hoped for a longer settling-in period before all the weird crazy stuff started happening, though he supposed that since the forces that'd brought them here were fighting a war, that was a bit much to expect. As the silver-haired man gave up on trying to bore holes in the door with his eyes, Jamie approached him, tentatively.

"I think the most we can do for now is just...settle in and wait," he suggested. "I mean - there's not exactly a lot we can do right now against whatever's out there."

indovinare June 28 2009, 08:35:36 UTC

For a while, Abel seemed not to hear him. His stance remained unchanged, tense and rigid, and silvery lashes stayed closed over his hard gaze. There was a moment or so in which his composure teetered precariously on the edge of despair, a moment no longer than a heartbeat, and it was with a heavy sigh that he opened his eyes, pulled away from the precipice and melted back into his usual self.

"Hm? Ah ... You're right, of course," He replied, offering the stranger a bashful smile as he reached up to absently scratch at the back of his neck. "I always did worry too much!" Abel blinked, and nudged his glasses a little further up his nose. How kind of this young man to approach him with the intent to console him! Then again, it was hardly a good sign ... it meant that he was letting his emotions run away with him again ( ... )

mechadactyl_ftw June 28 2009, 22:33:20 UTC

'Sir'? That was a new one. Jamie ducked his head in a sort of nod, offering a self-deprecating half-grin. "I'm Jamie Hemeros. 's nice to meet you." Though of course the circumstances might've been better, but there was no helping that.

He felt just a little foolish asking his next question. "So...Rome, huh? Where's that?"

notexcalibur June 28 2009, 05:25:45 UTC

Arthur was relieved when he heard the doors shut. He did not think this was cowardly. After all, there was no sense in battling when you had no idea about the enemy. He did worry about what was going on outside, though. He supposed that he would think about that later. For now, he wanted to find Alfred and Matthew and...

Wait.

He moved around the room, looking. Where were they? They weren't here? His pace picked up as he searched around the room frantically. No! They... they were stuck outside!

"I... I need to get outside!"

osamurai June 28 2009, 20:30:30 UTC

The voice snapped the samurai out of his reverie, as he opened one eye to look at the other man. He didn't move from his position against the wall, but tugged the heavy case of katana closer to his feet.

"The door is sealed," he said simply, closing his eyes again. "It won't be opened until the danger is passed."

He sighed. He almost felt bad for the man - but he wouldn't be able to defend himself in that madness. Even with the other Meisters running around, it wasn't safe for him to just charge off into a battlefield.

notexcalibur June 29 2009, 12:55:13 UTC

Dammit. He knew that. But if anything happened to those colonies... They were going to drive him to an early death. And now Arthur could not do anything but sit and wait for them.

osamurai July 3 2009, 04:10:59 UTC

How had he been chosen for this duty?

These people looked as though they needed reassurance, which was certainly not one of Mifune's specialties. He could handle children well enough, but to expect him to lie, and claim those who were not inside the shelter were in danger?

That was not something he could do.

"There are Meisters outside," he said quietly. "They will be working to protect those who failed to reach the shelter."

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katana_cut June 28 2009, 21:22:41 UTC

[ooc: I'm technically on hiatus, but I'll have internet access for a couple days so I hope it's okay to hop aboard...!]

Even if she'd wanted to join the fight, there was no use going against the flow of civilian traffic that had all but pushed her into the designated shelter. (She'd been situated in the middle of a crowded square when the alarms had gone off.)

And well, being weaponless wasn't very convenient, either.

A twitch of displeasure pulled at the corner of her lips as she heard the sound of the doors shutting behind her--the sound of being caged in. Perhaps it was best to follow the instructions given her, but Naoto had never been one to pay much heed to her own personal safety.

Turning back towards the entrance, she caught sight of the swordsman and immediately weaved her way to him, offering out her hand though it wasn't exactly in greeting.

"If you'd let me borrow one, I might be able to help," she offered quietly, eyes glancing over to the bundle of katana in his posession.

Just because they couldn't get out didn' ( ... )

osamurai June 28 2009, 22:05:03 UTC

He quirked an eyebrow at the girl, not moving from his position. It was obvious that the hand wasn't a greeting, and even if it had been, he made no sign that he was willing to take it.

"The doors are sealed. There won't be any need for battle," he said simply, flicking the needle between his teeth.

Of course, that didn't eliminate the fact that he still had them. She wasn't stupid - if there was no reason for alarm, the samurai wouldn't have had the swords with him at all. Nor would they be keeping at least two Death Scythes among their ranks.

He closed his eyes with a heavy sigh, lightly jerking the yellow tape that bound the case.

"Stay close. If something happens, it's safer if you're armed."

katana_cut June 29 2009, 06:18:11 UTC

"Understood," she replied mildly to both his comments, leaning back against the nearby wall and folding her arms patiently across her chest.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment, trying to decipher the muffled sounds through the thick stone encasing them. ...No good. The nervous chatter that filled the room made it near-impossible to hear the noises from outside.

"...Are these witch attacks pretty common?"

Not that she'd ever seen a witch, but the contract and sirens were probably installed for the same reason. If she was going to go through her end of the bargain, it would be wise to start learning about their opposition as quickly as possible; if they were the ones under attack, it meant the enemy already had an upper hand.

osamurai July 3 2009, 04:20:43 UTC

"Recently."

There was little point in explaining that until that point, he had been working for one of said witches. He had no allegiance to them - it had been a deal to ensure Angela's safety. And with Arachne's death and the disbanding of Arachnophobia, that contract was null and void.

"Since the death of the Shinigami. Before that, witches would not have dared enter the city."

The kid was strong, but he wasn't his father by any stretch. Not that he had any Soul Perception, but he could feel the difference in their auras - a different type of energy, but telling nonetheless. They would have to keep him protected until he could reach that level himself - if that was possible.

From the sound of the distant explosions, he wondered how much of a city there would be left to protect.

SORRY I'M LATE, GUYS. hiro_thezero June 30 2009, 01:05:13 UTC

Hiro had just barely made it into the shelter, and thank god! He was terrified of having to be stuck out in the battle that was happening. Still weaponless, there would only be so much he could do... But he put that off, sighing, and turning to face the crowd.

He never liked crowds. It was too easy to get lost crowds, and with all of the new people he only felt more out of place. Hiro frowned and moved over to sit against the wall, alone, like how it usually was.

/replies because I can proclaimedrival June 30 2009, 16:50:52 UTC

Hakuren was walking through the crowds after his first meeting, occasionally talking to someone to ask questions about the situation or to offer what little reassurance he could. It was a bishop's duty to help others after and sitting around doing nothing didn't sit well with the estranged Oak. Looking around the crowds once again, he notices that there's one person sitting apart from the others.

Walking over to where the other blonde was, he leans against the wall next to him momentarily before he speaks up.

"This is unsettling, isn't it?" A pause, "were you waiting for someone?"

/replies LATE because I'm a failure hiro_thezero July 2 2009, 07:39:51 UTC

Needless to say, Hiro hadn't expected to be approached by anyone. If crowds didn't make him feel uncomfortable, strangers did. But he would have to keep his head held high! He can't let these new people come and intimidate him.

"No, I'm not," he said. For a moment, Hiro considered continuing, saying that no one ever bothers with him much. "...It is weird, I guess. For the people who haven't been here."

at least you replied? |D proclaimedrival July 2 2009, 07:56:31 UTC

A bit of silence before Hakuren nods. It wasn't his place to pry, and if this person didn't feel the need to share...

There's a pause before the apprentice bishop asks, "So you're from this... world?"

It was odd, thinking of this place as world completely alien from his own. From what he's seen though, not one person seemed to be dressed the same way he was and the odd looks he received when he mentioned the Seven Ghosts...

"Do you have any idea as to who's attacking us?"

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