OoC
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'Ochihabune'.
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Time? Hell, maybe it was just past midnight. The sun set only a few hours ago, but for the time they spent drifting in this location, it may as well have been a day in the past. Nobody really paid any mind. After all, this was a terse, and seldom found, moment of isolation and calm ... solace. The world was not ending. Danger did not lurk just around the bend. Thoughts of darkness that overwhelmed the mind in the midst of black occasions retreated to the far-off vestiges of semi-consciousness. Bodies pressed up again one another knew and felt only one thing: the warmth of a brewing campfire, embers licking at a mockingbird's gust, spraying off into the atmosphere where they dissipated - souls departing into the ether after.
It must have been a peculiar sight to behold: quelling to the heart and certainly not something you would see every day. Warmly illuminated by the nocturnal pyre were three figures. One was a woman of shapely figure, undoubtedly attractive, yes, but definitely not looking to enunciate it. Her brown hair fell across her face, blocking the right eye. With a black bandana tied 'bout her forehead, the woman looked somewhat intimidating. Body-sculpting clothes added to the sleekness of her build: a vest, tight black shirt and baggy cloth pants. Stretching from her backside was a long, silver tail tipped with a broken yellow spade. Coupled with the clawed feet ... Draconic? Iconic, considering one of her companions was a young and rather small dragon who's hide was made of mottle yellow and gold skin rather than scales. This draco's eyes were multi-faceted like that of an insect, and they swirled a baby blue. Wings tucked neatly at the creature's sides, it was quite clear it was coming close to nodding off, for every few seconds the muzzle would dip down in a slumber and jerk up again.
"It's moments like these," claimed the brunette, poking at the fire with a stick to make it kick up a little more, "that I could get used to. When was the last time we all just relaxed around an open flame?" The dragon's head rolled, chin resting in the woman's lap. A content grumble emanated from its throat.
"Well d'ere was dis time dat a firework factory went kablooey!" chuckled another woman.
Now this one ... was just plain odd. Facial features so small they seemed to be shrinking into her face, the nose was tucked in and the eye sockets deep. Completely lipless with sharp teeth made invisible by skin, glazed eyes peered onward and outward, not seeing anything but stimulated regardless (one could see the faint orbs of ice blue, one irises, darting this way and that as though trying to register images and items). Shoulder-length hair of platinum blond with three lightning yellow wisps hanging in front of her face, there was a clear association with fire included in her visage. Long, sickly claws descended from where fingers would have been. There was a military air about her. Then again, what gave you the hint? She had camouflage pants, a black tank top, black leather belt ... and two gun holsters, one wrapped around either leg. Nestled in them were .357 magnum revolvers, each loaded and ready to blow the next victim's head off. She clenched a marshmallow laden stick in one palm, stabbing the flames with it, completely oblivious that half of her treats had burned to a crisp and melted off.
The brunette's free hand rested upon the dragon's skull. She stroked the eye ridges lovingly, and the winged beast purred like a kitten. "Insanity's your best friend, isn't it Scar?"
"Chaos is a friend of mine," grinned the shark-toothed femme fatale. Scarlet brought the stick to her mouth and took a bite, expecting creamy mellowy goodness to surge into her maw. Instead, she chomped down on some wood and, after afew seconds of chewing, spit out the splinter. "'Dis tastes like week-old tofu!"
Naira snorted "Fucktard."
"That's Queen Fucktard, dankyouverymuchies!"
"Whatever you say, Miss Evil Overlord of Rubber Duckies. Now hand me the damn kanteen."
Only the characters' acquaintances may make an entrance into this thread, should they choose to join.
'Ochihabune'.
--
Time? Hell, maybe it was just past midnight. The sun set only a few hours ago, but for the time they spent drifting in this location, it may as well have been a day in the past. Nobody really paid any mind. After all, this was a terse, and seldom found, moment of isolation and calm ... solace. The world was not ending. Danger did not lurk just around the bend. Thoughts of darkness that overwhelmed the mind in the midst of black occasions retreated to the far-off vestiges of semi-consciousness. Bodies pressed up again one another knew and felt only one thing: the warmth of a brewing campfire, embers licking at a mockingbird's gust, spraying off into the atmosphere where they dissipated - souls departing into the ether after.
It must have been a peculiar sight to behold: quelling to the heart and certainly not something you would see every day. Warmly illuminated by the nocturnal pyre were three figures. One was a woman of shapely figure, undoubtedly attractive, yes, but definitely not looking to enunciate it. Her brown hair fell across her face, blocking the right eye. With a black bandana tied 'bout her forehead, the woman looked somewhat intimidating. Body-sculpting clothes added to the sleekness of her build: a vest, tight black shirt and baggy cloth pants. Stretching from her backside was a long, silver tail tipped with a broken yellow spade. Coupled with the clawed feet ... Draconic? Iconic, considering one of her companions was a young and rather small dragon who's hide was made of mottle yellow and gold skin rather than scales. This draco's eyes were multi-faceted like that of an insect, and they swirled a baby blue. Wings tucked neatly at the creature's sides, it was quite clear it was coming close to nodding off, for every few seconds the muzzle would dip down in a slumber and jerk up again.
"It's moments like these," claimed the brunette, poking at the fire with a stick to make it kick up a little more, "that I could get used to. When was the last time we all just relaxed around an open flame?" The dragon's head rolled, chin resting in the woman's lap. A content grumble emanated from its throat.
"Well d'ere was dis time dat a firework factory went kablooey!" chuckled another woman.
Now this one ... was just plain odd. Facial features so small they seemed to be shrinking into her face, the nose was tucked in and the eye sockets deep. Completely lipless with sharp teeth made invisible by skin, glazed eyes peered onward and outward, not seeing anything but stimulated regardless (one could see the faint orbs of ice blue, one irises, darting this way and that as though trying to register images and items). Shoulder-length hair of platinum blond with three lightning yellow wisps hanging in front of her face, there was a clear association with fire included in her visage. Long, sickly claws descended from where fingers would have been. There was a military air about her. Then again, what gave you the hint? She had camouflage pants, a black tank top, black leather belt ... and two gun holsters, one wrapped around either leg. Nestled in them were .357 magnum revolvers, each loaded and ready to blow the next victim's head off. She clenched a marshmallow laden stick in one palm, stabbing the flames with it, completely oblivious that half of her treats had burned to a crisp and melted off.
The brunette's free hand rested upon the dragon's skull. She stroked the eye ridges lovingly, and the winged beast purred like a kitten. "Insanity's your best friend, isn't it Scar?"
"Chaos is a friend of mine," grinned the shark-toothed femme fatale. Scarlet brought the stick to her mouth and took a bite, expecting creamy mellowy goodness to surge into her maw. Instead, she chomped down on some wood and, after afew seconds of chewing, spit out the splinter. "'Dis tastes like week-old tofu!"
Naira snorted "Fucktard."
"That's Queen Fucktard, dankyouverymuchies!"
"Whatever you say, Miss Evil Overlord of Rubber Duckies. Now hand me the damn kanteen."