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thenearshore2018-01-25 05:53 pm
lionhearrt) wrote in thenearshore2018-01-25 05:53 pm
Zazu
Who: Mikoto + OPEN
When: October 9th
Where: Around the NearShore
What: The King is awake
[ Early in the morning, gold eyes open to the light of day after a long sojourn. The red aura no longer burns and the white no longer sedates. The covers slide off him as he rises, sitting up to run a hand down his mane. He yawns, showing a row of sharp teeth as an unfamiliar chirp breaks the silence dragging Suoh's eyes up. ]
.... what are you doing here.
i. Drifting
[ Late into the morning Suoh stands at the docks, hands in his pockets and a cigarette tucked between his lips. He hasn’t contacted anyone since he awoke nor does he plan too. Instead, he finds comfort in the silence, the red aura eerily silent after being subjected to the cleansing fire that put him to sleep in the first place. ]
How long are you going to stay out there?
[ He drawls, breaking the silence. Though whether he’s talking to you or to the small bird that suddenly chirps in response while flying around him looking like some kind of annoying mosquito is anyone’s guess. ]
ii. Warm Waters
Calm down.
[ The lazy voice can be heard amid the rustling of the trees. It’s late into the evening and Suoh is sitting on the edge of a fountain. He's slouched forward, propping his elbow on his knees while smoke rises from his cigarette. The evening is chilly, yet there’s a few finches frolicking in the tumbling waters as if it’s a summer’s eve. If someone is inclined to the supernatural they might see a circle of red encompassing the man and the fountain. The red doesn't burn but is rather warm to the touch, keeping the waters a comfortable temperature for the birds while the King lazes around, smoking his cigarette in relative peace. ]
iii. The Bar
[ The night draws to an end, leaving Suoh in a local bar sipping a drink. Besides him are a bunch of cracked peanuts and a small finch that pecks at them endlessly trying to eat them while the King ignores its efforts. ]
When: October 9th
Where: Around the NearShore
What: The King is awake
[ Early in the morning, gold eyes open to the light of day after a long sojourn. The red aura no longer burns and the white no longer sedates. The covers slide off him as he rises, sitting up to run a hand down his mane. He yawns, showing a row of sharp teeth as an unfamiliar chirp breaks the silence dragging Suoh's eyes up. ]
.... what are you doing here.
i. Drifting
[ Late into the morning Suoh stands at the docks, hands in his pockets and a cigarette tucked between his lips. He hasn’t contacted anyone since he awoke nor does he plan too. Instead, he finds comfort in the silence, the red aura eerily silent after being subjected to the cleansing fire that put him to sleep in the first place. ]
How long are you going to stay out there?
[ He drawls, breaking the silence. Though whether he’s talking to you or to the small bird that suddenly chirps in response while flying around him looking like some kind of annoying mosquito is anyone’s guess. ]
ii. Warm Waters
Calm down.
[ The lazy voice can be heard amid the rustling of the trees. It’s late into the evening and Suoh is sitting on the edge of a fountain. He's slouched forward, propping his elbow on his knees while smoke rises from his cigarette. The evening is chilly, yet there’s a few finches frolicking in the tumbling waters as if it’s a summer’s eve. If someone is inclined to the supernatural they might see a circle of red encompassing the man and the fountain. The red doesn't burn but is rather warm to the touch, keeping the waters a comfortable temperature for the birds while the King lazes around, smoking his cigarette in relative peace. ]
iii. The Bar
[ The night draws to an end, leaving Suoh in a local bar sipping a drink. Besides him are a bunch of cracked peanuts and a small finch that pecks at them endlessly trying to eat them while the King ignores its efforts. ]