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discedo_logs2009-04-26 03:29 pm
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Who: Bonten (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
readingfate) and Kantarou (kan_chyan)
When: After this post
Rating: PG/PG13 at the worst
Summary: Bonten has nothing better to do, and Kantarou has no one to chill with, so Bon decides to go have a chat.
the log:
Discedo had been getting creepier by the moment, and although the spirits didn't unnerve him at all, the sense of foreboding filled his senses even as he made his way to the church. Bonten hadn't even asked the other man's name, yet somehow he wasn't worried about going to see him alone. And it wasn't just because he knew that death wasn't permanent. The blond tengu frowned a moment. Humans in Discedo were certainly a rare breed, indeed.
Bonten winced slightly as he stepped on a particularly odd-shaped rock. He looked down at his bandaged foot with distaste. It had been worse before, to where he could barely walk A small amount of blood was already bleeding through the bottom of the bandages. Bonten could feel the warmth of the irony liquid seeping through. Curse all these sharp rocks; where was Utsubushi when he was needed?
He brushed off any thoughts of his foot as he came closer to the church, taking in the building completely. Bonten was silent when he cautiously entered, unsure as to Kantarou's exact whereabouts within the church itself. He was wondering now if he should have gotten more detailed instructions, or at least a name to call out.
[[ ooc: orz, I don't think any of my characters have been in the church before. ]]
readingfate) and Kantarou (kan_chyan)When: After this post
Rating: PG/PG13 at the worst
Summary: Bonten has nothing better to do, and Kantarou has no one to chill with, so Bon decides to go have a chat.
the log:
Discedo had been getting creepier by the moment, and although the spirits didn't unnerve him at all, the sense of foreboding filled his senses even as he made his way to the church. Bonten hadn't even asked the other man's name, yet somehow he wasn't worried about going to see him alone. And it wasn't just because he knew that death wasn't permanent. The blond tengu frowned a moment. Humans in Discedo were certainly a rare breed, indeed.
Bonten winced slightly as he stepped on a particularly odd-shaped rock. He looked down at his bandaged foot with distaste. It had been worse before, to where he could barely walk A small amount of blood was already bleeding through the bottom of the bandages. Bonten could feel the warmth of the irony liquid seeping through. Curse all these sharp rocks; where was Utsubushi when he was needed?
He brushed off any thoughts of his foot as he came closer to the church, taking in the building completely. Bonten was silent when he cautiously entered, unsure as to Kantarou's exact whereabouts within the church itself. He was wondering now if he should have gotten more detailed instructions, or at least a name to call out.
[[ ooc: orz, I don't think any of my characters have been in the church before. ]]