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sirenspull_logs2012-10-21 05:53 pm
wolfgirl) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-10-21 05:53 pm
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until the walls ;; [ OPEN ]
WHO: san & open.
WHAT: culture shock adjustment part deux.
WHERE: around the port, various locations, choose your own adventure.
WHEN: morning post-sirens/throughout the day/evening pre-sirens october 20th.
WARNING(S): rage on san's part, probably... potential violence. that's about it.
[ In the time it takes her to adjust to this new place, more horrible and disgusting things present themselves to her. She had her taste of the Voids on the first night she arrived, but the Darkness monsters... They are something else entirely. She refers to them as nothing more but demons, horrific warpings of souls tainted with rage, taking their essences and turning them to violence and bloodlust. She does not like it here. Not one bit. Even the boy from Tatara Ba has been relatively offputting, and he's the only thing here she can find that's even remotely familiar.
So, San is exploring today. She's still repulsed by just about everything, but she's decided it's best if she gets to know the stupid human-infested man-made nature-destroying city better than she does. So far, it's been bare minimum to survive. That's all. Now, she's seeing everything she can see. She is strangely dressed, in comparison to those around her; yet she is unabashedly presenting herself at every business establishment, in every building, simply looking around and exploring. She also makes visits to the outskirts of the city, unaware of and blind to the judgment from either AGI or SERO factions to the unaffiliated newcomer. She is taking risks she does not even know exist.
Perhaps you'll find her in sector seven, the closest thing to home she finds, where she spends the most time. Perhaps in sector eleven, or nine, or ten... These are the ones she sticks to the most. Maybe she's peering in windows, or visiting shops, or simply wandering the street looking out of place. Either way, here she is. Have at her!
If you would like her to attack your character or would like to provoke some sort of fight scenario between them, feel free to specify in subject line! ]
WHAT: culture shock adjustment part deux.
WHERE: around the port, various locations, choose your own adventure.
WHEN: morning post-sirens/throughout the day/evening pre-sirens october 20th.
WARNING(S): rage on san's part, probably... potential violence. that's about it.
[ In the time it takes her to adjust to this new place, more horrible and disgusting things present themselves to her. She had her taste of the Voids on the first night she arrived, but the Darkness monsters... They are something else entirely. She refers to them as nothing more but demons, horrific warpings of souls tainted with rage, taking their essences and turning them to violence and bloodlust. She does not like it here. Not one bit. Even the boy from Tatara Ba has been relatively offputting, and he's the only thing here she can find that's even remotely familiar.
So, San is exploring today. She's still repulsed by just about everything, but she's decided it's best if she gets to know the stupid human-infested man-made nature-destroying city better than she does. So far, it's been bare minimum to survive. That's all. Now, she's seeing everything she can see. She is strangely dressed, in comparison to those around her; yet she is unabashedly presenting herself at every business establishment, in every building, simply looking around and exploring. She also makes visits to the outskirts of the city, unaware of and blind to the judgment from either AGI or SERO factions to the unaffiliated newcomer. She is taking risks she does not even know exist.
Perhaps you'll find her in sector seven, the closest thing to home she finds, where she spends the most time. Perhaps in sector eleven, or nine, or ten... These are the ones she sticks to the most. Maybe she's peering in windows, or visiting shops, or simply wandering the street looking out of place. Either way, here she is. Have at her!
If you would like her to attack your character or would like to provoke some sort of fight scenario between them, feel free to specify in subject line! ]
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Most days he didn't find her. Although Ashitaka's tracking skills were sound, developed from a lifetime of helping to hunt for his village, San was clever and fast . . . and this was nowhere near a forest. This jungle of steel and warm bodies and exhaust . . . it was easy to get lost in it and leave none of the same tracks.
Still, from time to time he did find where she'd slept. He left things -- small things -- in the hopes she would find them. Food. A container of water for the times in the Darkness. Some kind of amulet that would reportedly seal off an entrance and make it Darkness-proof.
This time, a blanket. The nights were increasingly cold. He tucked it more securely under his arm as he moved, wading through trees and underbrush. He'd lost her trail for the third time in an hour. Frowning, he bent to check on the same broken twig he'd already seen twice.
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His strange concern with her was intriguing, however. It made her wonder if he was different than other humans. But he couldn't be. None of them ever were. This time, she would track him. She'd ducked off somewhere to hide quite a distance back, and had been the one following him ever since. When he stopped, she saw her opportunity. Her feet padded silently and she approached with caution, not daring to make a sound until she was securely five feet from him, with her weapon poised.
"Why are you doing this?"
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Granted, her only proof of this might be a soft, quick intake of breath and a widening of the eyes, but still.
"Mononoke-hime." He raised his hands slightly to show that they were empty -- though with the blanket tucked under one arm, this was easier said than done. Slowly he twisted in his crouch, attempting to gauge whether or not she would allow him to stand without taking it as an attack.
He pressed his lips together for a moment before answering her question. "It is . . . different here."
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Her face remained as hard and drawn as a mountain, stone and cold and harsh, but she made no move to harm him. Her eyes narrowed and she looked him over, very carefully studying each movement of his muscles, each change in his posture. She would not let him get the best of her.
But something in his tone, his demeanor, caused her to soften. Instead of on based in skepticism and anger, her eyebrows and lips drew into a frown of confusion. She made her position clear to him and still he was so kind to her. It didn't make any sense. "Different how? It's wrong here."
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A shake of the head, dismissing the rest of the thought. "I've been here for some time now. If I can help with this place . . . I would like to."