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starfishbucks2012-12-13 07:27 pm
parasolspinning) wrote in starfishbucks2012-12-13 07:27 pm
Entry tags:
Too late, the melody is over
Character: Isana Yashiro
Fandom: K
Player Name: Jeni
(Warning: Shiro is coming from very near the end of episode 11 for this test run, which means he's heaaaavily spoilerific. I'm putting my post under a cut, but tag/read at your own risk.)
He'd been stabbed.
He distinctly remembered the sensation of sharp, jagged glass being thrust in to his stomach by a girl that looked like Kukuri, but was certainly not acting like her at all. Not like the Kukuri he remembered.
Not that his memories were anything to be trusted anymore.
But no matter how many times he tried to tell himself that, the teenage boy who called himself Yashiro Isana - Shiro for short - couldn't seem to stop touching the hole in his shirt, feeling for a wound that just wasn't there.
Sopping wet, staring at the fountain he'd unceremoniously landed in several moments earlier, he was struggling to get his thoughts together and coming up short. Everything was a jumbled mess, and somewhere just outside of his reach he felt that he had been so close to finally having some answers.
But he had slipped away from it, mere seconds before he could reach that long searched for truth, and there was a strangely fox-like face in his mind that was mocking him all the while, keeping those secrets closely guarded while Shiro was whisked away to... somewhere.
That was just his luck, wasn't it? Two steps forward, ten steps back. And in to another world, apparently.
A sigh left the boy as he wistfully looked up to stare at the odd dome that covered the city he was now in, a humorless, weak laugh leaving him. He kept rubbing at that spot. For a non-injury, his stomach was certainly sore.
"That figures... standing around won't do me any good, though. Maa... if I do nothing Kuroh will get irritated, I'm sure..."
If his companion was even there.
He stooped and picked up the red parasol that some how managed to come with him, dropping it over one shoulder as he finally took a better look around.
"Now... where to start?"
Fandom: K
Player Name: Jeni
(Warning: Shiro is coming from very near the end of episode 11 for this test run, which means he's heaaaavily spoilerific. I'm putting my post under a cut, but tag/read at your own risk.)
He'd been stabbed.
He distinctly remembered the sensation of sharp, jagged glass being thrust in to his stomach by a girl that looked like Kukuri, but was certainly not acting like her at all. Not like the Kukuri he remembered.
Not that his memories were anything to be trusted anymore.
But no matter how many times he tried to tell himself that, the teenage boy who called himself Yashiro Isana - Shiro for short - couldn't seem to stop touching the hole in his shirt, feeling for a wound that just wasn't there.
Sopping wet, staring at the fountain he'd unceremoniously landed in several moments earlier, he was struggling to get his thoughts together and coming up short. Everything was a jumbled mess, and somewhere just outside of his reach he felt that he had been so close to finally having some answers.
But he had slipped away from it, mere seconds before he could reach that long searched for truth, and there was a strangely fox-like face in his mind that was mocking him all the while, keeping those secrets closely guarded while Shiro was whisked away to... somewhere.
That was just his luck, wasn't it? Two steps forward, ten steps back. And in to another world, apparently.
A sigh left the boy as he wistfully looked up to stare at the odd dome that covered the city he was now in, a humorless, weak laugh leaving him. He kept rubbing at that spot. For a non-injury, his stomach was certainly sore.
"That figures... standing around won't do me any good, though. Maa... if I do nothing Kuroh will get irritated, I'm sure..."
If his companion was even there.
He stooped and picked up the red parasol that some how managed to come with him, dropping it over one shoulder as he finally took a better look around.
"Now... where to start?"