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vatheon2012-03-21 07:41 pm
wavesoakedlegs) wrote in vatheon2012-03-21 07:41 pm
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when the heavens opened
Who: Akechi Mitsuhide and anyone.
Where: The abandoned village on the island.
When: Daytime.
Style: Starting in prose, but follow on as you wish. ♥
Status: Open!
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It rained.
Mitsuhide had wandered the village for some time, the purple parasol he held keeping his head dry. There was no particular aim to this wandering. He simply went wherever his legs took him, listening to the rain and his own thoughts as he did so.
There was almost too much to dwell on right now. His head was full of regrets, guilt and sadness, dulled only slightly by that quiet strength he didn't know he had. That Hideyoshi's presence in Vatheon, and the force of the man's hatred, hadn't sent him into a state worse than this was a testament to that strength, as well as the steps he had taken since first being brought to the enchanted city.
Still...
After something like an hour he stopped beside one of the abandoned houses. It had a porch that would serve as shelter, and so he stepped upon it and dropped his parasol.
Glancing down, it became evident that the bottom of his hakama was soaked through.
Mitsuhide sighed.
"To be expected... I was foolish to come up here today," he said, looking back up and across the village. At least the view was beautiful; there was something appealing (if lonely) about heavy rain.
Where: The abandoned village on the island.
When: Daytime.
Style: Starting in prose, but follow on as you wish. ♥
Status: Open!
It rained.
Mitsuhide had wandered the village for some time, the purple parasol he held keeping his head dry. There was no particular aim to this wandering. He simply went wherever his legs took him, listening to the rain and his own thoughts as he did so.
There was almost too much to dwell on right now. His head was full of regrets, guilt and sadness, dulled only slightly by that quiet strength he didn't know he had. That Hideyoshi's presence in Vatheon, and the force of the man's hatred, hadn't sent him into a state worse than this was a testament to that strength, as well as the steps he had taken since first being brought to the enchanted city.
Still...
After something like an hour he stopped beside one of the abandoned houses. It had a porch that would serve as shelter, and so he stepped upon it and dropped his parasol.
Glancing down, it became evident that the bottom of his hakama was soaked through.
Mitsuhide sighed.
"To be expected... I was foolish to come up here today," he said, looking back up and across the village. At least the view was beautiful; there was something appealing (if lonely) about heavy rain.