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discedo_logs2008-12-19 01:34 pm
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URATAROS' MINI-PLOT LOG
Who: Urataros, Derek Stiles, Syaoran, Trunks, Zoro, Death and passersby
Where: The streets of Discedo, possibly a little ways off Latimir apartments.
When: All this week /o/
Rating: PG+ [stc]
Summary: Urataros' powers are out of wack, so he can't control his ability to possess... Chaos ensues!
the log:
Well, at least the sickness was over. Urataros had never felt so weak... Except for that time back before forming Climax Form. Back when he, Kintaros and Ryuutaros faded away. Ryuuta had described it as 'sinking'. That's what being sick felt like; he was just glad there was no sand coming off him.
Now he was walking through the streets, having told Ichigo he needed some air. He wasn't bothered by the snow, actually finding it rather welcomed. But right now... he had a terrible headache. He couldn't very well explain the feeling, but what was odd most of all was his own body seemed to glow light blue every so often. It was... a bit nerve-wracking for the imagin. He really hoped he wasn't going to explode or perhaps turn into a Gigandeath. That'd be awful.
He wished he could find someone with an aspirin or something; this headache was really bad. "Without limits, there are no merits... Perhaps that's what I must continue to think while I go through this."
Where: The streets of Discedo, possibly a little ways off Latimir apartments.
When: All this week /o/
Rating: PG+ [stc]
Summary: Urataros' powers are out of wack, so he can't control his ability to possess... Chaos ensues!
the log:
Well, at least the sickness was over. Urataros had never felt so weak... Except for that time back before forming Climax Form. Back when he, Kintaros and Ryuutaros faded away. Ryuuta had described it as 'sinking'. That's what being sick felt like; he was just glad there was no sand coming off him.
Now he was walking through the streets, having told Ichigo he needed some air. He wasn't bothered by the snow, actually finding it rather welcomed. But right now... he had a terrible headache. He couldn't very well explain the feeling, but what was odd most of all was his own body seemed to glow light blue every so often. It was... a bit nerve-wracking for the imagin. He really hoped he wasn't going to explode or perhaps turn into a Gigandeath. That'd be awful.
He wished he could find someone with an aspirin or something; this headache was really bad. "Without limits, there are no merits... Perhaps that's what I must continue to think while I go through this."