Comments | vatheon: They say that we're flyin' too high...

delinquent_monk in vatheon

They say that we're flyin' too high...

Feb 05, 2011 23:56

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

( Get used to looking up. )

sango, miroku

Comments 12

tl;dr slappingsense February 7 2011, 07:19:05 UTC

Despite giving her something to do--something that she certainly appreciated--Sango's daily walks also provided something extremely important to her: time alone. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy time spent with her friends, for she most certainly did; in fact, the moments she spent talking with Kagome or chastising Inuyasha were the happiest moments she spent in Vatheon. However, even the light-hearted discussions and familiar faces could not change the fact that Sango was not content with where she was. There were people she cared for remaining in their own world, people whose fate she knew nothing of; she was glad they hadn't been ripped from all they knew, to be sure, but it was impossible for her to relax in her underwater prison knowing that people she loved were so very far away from her. Guilt, worry, hurt, and longing were the emotions she felt deep within, an ever-present pressure behind her ribcage; however, she would never admit this to either of her friends, never show them the part of herself she perceived to be weak ( ... )

delinquent_monk February 7 2011, 12:04:05 UTC

The vendors were friendly and helpful, but nobody seemed able to tell him the one thing he wanted to know.

"I'm looking for a group of people," he tried again, sort of gesturing. "You really can't miss them. There's a man about my height with long white hair and pointy ears like a dog, a girl with black hair who wears a green skirt, a child with a fox tail,"--that one always got strange looks--"and a lovely demon slayer with long black hair and brown eyes. She wears a pink yukata."

The vendor looked thoughtful for a moment, then shook his head, and Miroku was really starting to think that he was alone here. How could anyone not remember Inuyasha of all characters? He was decidedly distinctive, even in this land of strange bright clothes and peculiar hairdos.

With a sigh, Miroku bowed his head politely at the vendor and moved on toward the next one, but he was growing disheartened. If none of them so far knew who he was talking about, would anyone? He removed from his sleeve the strange gold star-shaped device he had found ( ... )

slappingsense February 7 2011, 18:45:49 UTC

As Kirara darted through the crowd before them, pure instinct forced Sango to take a step forward, following after her companion, before she came to a halt once more. It wasn't like her to be so cloudy headed, to allow herself to become so caught up in her emotions that she lost her ability to rationally thing through things; there were exceptions to this, of course--most notably times when her brother was in danger of losing the one spark of life binding him to earth--but, for the most part, she was the cool, calm, collected person her father taught her to be. The sight of someone she never thought she would see again, however, was dragging all of her emotions to the surface ( ... )

asdklhldafgsdfl EDIT FUNCTION I NEED YOU delinquent_monk February 9 2011, 02:00:04 UTC

Kirara trillad again in his ear, a cheerful and happy sound, but Miroku kept a firm grip on his staff. If this was all some illusion cooked up by Naraku, he wasn't about to let his guard down. They had all learned already that trusting their eyes wasn't always safe, and he was taking no chances ( ... )

pffffthahaha you're fiiiiiiiine slappingsense February 9 2011, 02:59:02 UTC

It would have been so much easier to convince herself he was nothing more than a figment of her imagination if he had just remained silent, if he hadn't spoken her name. She had suffered through illusions before, of course, and witnessed familiar-looking people speak in familiar-sounding voices, but never had a voice sounded so perfectly like the original. The rise and fall of his voice, the way he said her name... it was almost silly, how easily such things could rip apart the defenses she had tried so hastily to build ( ... )