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tampered2006-06-07 09:24 pm
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Log: In progress
When; Today (6/7)
Rating; PG-13
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afleetingshadow, hannin, and anyone else who wants to drop in a bit...
Summary;
Log;
It looked vaguely human, a woman... A nurse. Perhaps that was the most disturbing thing of all. He was briefly reminded of the women he had worked with those years back several decades ago... The women who had so bravely worked in that dangerous hell on earth to save the lives of men destined to die...
His hand shook as he gripped the tsuka (hilt) hard and aimed the long blade at what might have been a throat. Hotta let out a slight gasp and shuddered as he felt the blade slide hungrily into the monstrous creature’s flesh, all the way into the corridor wall. The blade tasted the plaster and did not like it.
He cringed and let the blade shift side to side... With an unsettling ease, the head of the creature fell off and rolled down the hallway in front of Hotta’s doorway. He shuttered again and gingerly stepped over the body.
He was tired. He was always tired. But he recalled the masses of butterfly creatures. There had been so many. So, perhaps, there were hoards of these... These creatures? A shrill whiny made him pause.
“Now, now.” He squatted a bit and patted the tiny frightened creature’s head. It backed away quickly from him, its tiny nostrils flared. “It’s alright. You stay here. I have a key somewhere... Ah! Here, I’ll lock you and leave Jan a note. See, you’ll be safe.”
The vibrantly colored creature neighed and then bobbed its head. Hotta smiled. Smart little things. I wonder how much they understand. He grabbed a pen and scrap paper, locked the door and left them both by Jan’s doorstep.
“One of your friends is at my place. I locked the door. Be back later. Gone to kill monsters. Mahalo (regards), Ieyasu.”
Rating; PG-13
Characters;
afleetingshadow, hannin, and anyone else who wants to drop in a bit...Summary;
Log;
It looked vaguely human, a woman... A nurse. Perhaps that was the most disturbing thing of all. He was briefly reminded of the women he had worked with those years back several decades ago... The women who had so bravely worked in that dangerous hell on earth to save the lives of men destined to die...
His hand shook as he gripped the tsuka (hilt) hard and aimed the long blade at what might have been a throat. Hotta let out a slight gasp and shuddered as he felt the blade slide hungrily into the monstrous creature’s flesh, all the way into the corridor wall. The blade tasted the plaster and did not like it.
He cringed and let the blade shift side to side... With an unsettling ease, the head of the creature fell off and rolled down the hallway in front of Hotta’s doorway. He shuttered again and gingerly stepped over the body.
He was tired. He was always tired. But he recalled the masses of butterfly creatures. There had been so many. So, perhaps, there were hoards of these... These creatures? A shrill whiny made him pause.
“Now, now.” He squatted a bit and patted the tiny frightened creature’s head. It backed away quickly from him, its tiny nostrils flared. “It’s alright. You stay here. I have a key somewhere... Ah! Here, I’ll lock you and leave Jan a note. See, you’ll be safe.”
The vibrantly colored creature neighed and then bobbed its head. Hotta smiled. Smart little things. I wonder how much they understand. He grabbed a pen and scrap paper, locked the door and left them both by Jan’s doorstep.
“One of your friends is at my place. I locked the door. Be back later. Gone to kill monsters. Mahalo (regards), Ieyasu.”