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thenearshore2019-01-02 04:36 am
sing_for_me) wrote in thenearshore2019-01-02 04:36 am
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Who: Emizel & Alex
What: An unexpected encounter after some time
When: Sometime between March 10-17
Where: Thanatos shrine in the near shore
Vandalism was a common sight in Ergastulum, and Alex wouldn't even bat an eye at it normally. However, after arriving at the far shore and learning the care put into shrines and temples, as well as knowing the people those shrines became dedicated too, she found it difficult to turn a blind eye on any messes left behind. It was like seeing someone litter at your friend's home.
Although this was more than a little mess... It was as if people really didn't like this particular god. Wrappers and empty bottles and cans lay about the grounds, graffiti on the walls of the shrine, some messed up boards, the works really.
She leaves, only to return with some paint, tools, and trash bags. Repairs can come after some clean up, she figures, so she starts by picking up whatever trash she could find. She hums to herself as she does so to fill up the silence surrounding the area. There was something satisfying about this task, like the ones she used to do with the Benriya back in Ergastulum. Hopefully she could get everything fixed up before anyone visited.
What: An unexpected encounter after some time
When: Sometime between March 10-17
Where: Thanatos shrine in the near shore
Vandalism was a common sight in Ergastulum, and Alex wouldn't even bat an eye at it normally. However, after arriving at the far shore and learning the care put into shrines and temples, as well as knowing the people those shrines became dedicated too, she found it difficult to turn a blind eye on any messes left behind. It was like seeing someone litter at your friend's home.
Although this was more than a little mess... It was as if people really didn't like this particular god. Wrappers and empty bottles and cans lay about the grounds, graffiti on the walls of the shrine, some messed up boards, the works really.
She leaves, only to return with some paint, tools, and trash bags. Repairs can come after some clean up, she figures, so she starts by picking up whatever trash she could find. She hums to herself as she does so to fill up the silence surrounding the area. There was something satisfying about this task, like the ones she used to do with the Benriya back in Ergastulum. Hopefully she could get everything fixed up before anyone visited.