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Who: Seishirou (trc), Subaru Sumeragi
Where: Shopping District
When: three days after Seishirou's arrival
Rating: no more than PG
Summary: Seishirou has questions, Subaru might have the answers...
the log:
After three days living in -- what had they said? ah, yes, Discedo it was called -- after three days living in Discedo his opinion on this world hadn't changed. Not for a bit. There was no life, except for the other people who had been dragged here like him, unwillingly, who hated each other for the most part or were at the least wary of everyone's intentions.
There were, as to anything, exceptions but they seemed rare enough to make the chances for this world to become a place full of life almost non-existant.
He didn't care much for those chances; his Subaru was here and if a war would break out or flowers would bloom, nothing else mattered. The hunter had found the prey. Not yet caught, but he had time now. Time for some questions, hopefully time for some answers as well.
He took a look around but the other Subaru -- not his Subaru, not his prey, not his -- wasn't to be seen anywhere yet. Seishirou sat down on a dirty, rusty something. The snow and rust made it almost impossible to think of what the thing might have been, once upon a time.
The hood pulled down over his face, hiding his blank expression, he started to wait.
Where: Shopping District
When: three days after Seishirou's arrival
Rating: no more than PG
Summary: Seishirou has questions, Subaru might have the answers...
the log:
After three days living in -- what had they said? ah, yes, Discedo it was called -- after three days living in Discedo his opinion on this world hadn't changed. Not for a bit. There was no life, except for the other people who had been dragged here like him, unwillingly, who hated each other for the most part or were at the least wary of everyone's intentions.
There were, as to anything, exceptions but they seemed rare enough to make the chances for this world to become a place full of life almost non-existant.
He didn't care much for those chances; his Subaru was here and if a war would break out or flowers would bloom, nothing else mattered. The hunter had found the prey. Not yet caught, but he had time now. Time for some questions, hopefully time for some answers as well.
He took a look around but the other Subaru -- not his Subaru, not his prey, not his -- wasn't to be seen anywhere yet. Seishirou sat down on a dirty, rusty something. The snow and rust made it almost impossible to think of what the thing might have been, once upon a time.
The hood pulled down over his face, hiding his blank expression, he started to wait.