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thenearshore2017-12-01 12:18 am
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Who: Undertaker and YOU
When: Sept 20th
Where: Central District
What: Undertaker does a little more wandering and exploring while he continues to heal from the fight and watches pretty fishies
Half blind was no way to look at the world, especially one that seemed as quaint as this one did at face value. As the days passed and injury forced him to slow down more than his sight already had, he had taken to trying to train himself to make a borderline and later to simply explore and familiarize himself in depth with the places that he thought he might be visiting in time. For what reasons, he couldn't say, but there had to be more to this than just fighting back ayakashi and serving prayers, even for gods.
And it was. Nothing was ever just what it seemed, and Undertaker wanted a step back, now that his limp had left him, and to really see what all he could see. Starting with those strange koi. Before, he had merely spared them a glance and when he found they spoke, strayed away. This time, he ventured closer, wandering the street, and watched them swim. Two or three watched him right back, but seemed to lose interest when they realized he had no food to offer them. Down the street a way, he could hear one reciting poetry to a woman who had just fed them. What curious little creatures.
When: Sept 20th
Where: Central District
What: Undertaker does a little more wandering and exploring while he continues to heal from the fight and watches pretty fishies
Half blind was no way to look at the world, especially one that seemed as quaint as this one did at face value. As the days passed and injury forced him to slow down more than his sight already had, he had taken to trying to train himself to make a borderline and later to simply explore and familiarize himself in depth with the places that he thought he might be visiting in time. For what reasons, he couldn't say, but there had to be more to this than just fighting back ayakashi and serving prayers, even for gods.
And it was. Nothing was ever just what it seemed, and Undertaker wanted a step back, now that his limp had left him, and to really see what all he could see. Starting with those strange koi. Before, he had merely spared them a glance and when he found they spoke, strayed away. This time, he ventured closer, wandering the street, and watched them swim. Two or three watched him right back, but seemed to lose interest when they realized he had no food to offer them. Down the street a way, he could hear one reciting poetry to a woman who had just fed them. What curious little creatures.
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It's been a dull day, and following a trip to the mortal world for a bit of shopping, had decided to loiter around the streams parting the central district from her own. She does so enjoy poetry - and, besides, she'd made an impulse purchase of this giant croissant while at the coffee shop, and she had to get rid of it somehow. Couldn't very well eat it all by herself, while watching her figure!
Tearing off a piece of the buttery baked good, she nibbles a bit of it, before dropping the rest into the water. ]
Trust me, darlings, you're doing me the favor...
[ Just then, she catches sight of something familiar-- a man with long, silvery hair. Yes, she'd recognize him anywhere.
But rather than say hello, or even let her chainsaw do the talking for her, she'll simply toss a chunk of bread his way! It's fine, it isn't littering; bouncing off the side of his head, it will plop into the stream for the fat little fishes to enjoy. ]
Well, how fortunate it is to see that ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ spared you, after all.
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[He can't see that well, but he can make out well enough to know that an arm was just swung in his direction, likely to throw something at him, and that he probably shouldn't be standing right there. So he side steps quickly, and sure enough, something... small and tan sails past where he once was and barely makes a sound when it plops on the ground.]
[He steps to pick it up with his nails and... bread? Really? He looks at her, dubious, waiting for the rest of the assault.]
Turns out I'm harder to kill now that I'm already dead. Something like that, anyway. [He tosses the bread into the pond and turns to face her in full, head tilted.] Looking to finish the job, are you, or is Death a god here you can just go and scream at?