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tampered2008-02-08 12:19 am
jagaken.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-02-08 12:19 am
Log; Ongoing
When; Shortly after Naaza's arrival
Rating; Hmm -- going to be safe and put it at PG-13 for now. Violence? Will update if things change.
Characters; Naaza and Kayura
Summary; Kayura sets out to teach Naaza about the City and set him straight on certain things.
Log;
Such preposterous words! Naaza had half the mind to wonder if the woman heard what she sounded like, the way she spoke to him. Thin lips pursed in a slight sneer, and he huffed a small breath. Ground scuffled underneath his feet, sandals shuffling as he paced right, then left, back, and forth. Waiting. Waiting. Ready to strike.
He hadn't yet donned his yoroi -- no need at the present moment -- so stood, in dark green hakama and casual brown kimono...What he had been wearing while he had been prepping for the battle to come -- before he had been snatched up and taken away here...Wherever here was. He was stuck on it being some vile illusion, quite steadfast in that opinion.
Heavy eyelids sunk in a slow blink, beady eyes narrowed at his surroundings. Such odd architecture. Darkness. Flashing lights. The skin of his nose wrinkled up. An exceedingly detailed illusion, yes...
But he wouldn't let himself be fooled.
Rating; Hmm -- going to be safe and put it at PG-13 for now. Violence? Will update if things change.
Characters; Naaza and Kayura
Summary; Kayura sets out to teach Naaza about the City and set him straight on certain things.
Log;
Such preposterous words! Naaza had half the mind to wonder if the woman heard what she sounded like, the way she spoke to him. Thin lips pursed in a slight sneer, and he huffed a small breath. Ground scuffled underneath his feet, sandals shuffling as he paced right, then left, back, and forth. Waiting. Waiting. Ready to strike.
He hadn't yet donned his yoroi -- no need at the present moment -- so stood, in dark green hakama and casual brown kimono...What he had been wearing while he had been prepping for the battle to come -- before he had been snatched up and taken away here...Wherever here was. He was stuck on it being some vile illusion, quite steadfast in that opinion.
Heavy eyelids sunk in a slow blink, beady eyes narrowed at his surroundings. Such odd architecture. Darkness. Flashing lights. The skin of his nose wrinkled up. An exceedingly detailed illusion, yes...
But he wouldn't let himself be fooled.