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songerein2021-11-21 11:01 pm
steadypulse) wrote in songerein2021-11-21 11:01 pm
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I Am Gonna Make It Through This Year If It Kills Me || Closed
Who: Soldier: 76, Reaper, and soon enough Kazuma Asogi
Which: Closed Log
Where: Wildlands
What: 76 has been spending more time out in the wildlands and not as easy to stumble across, of course a certainedgelordmerc who likes to keep track of the soldier has to investigate tis chance in routine. Surprisingly, he's not alone out there and the still Noctaere held Kazuma makes that known.
Warnings: Violence, canon-typical and not. Will add more as necessary.
For the moment Blue was off hunting for her own food, saddlebags kept in a pile near a log 76 was using as a bench so the noise of them wouldn't draw any attention to her. A fire crackled, well maintained and made just to help fight the chill as the weather was definitely getting colder every night that came and passed. Lit up a patch of flower across the way at the other side of the clearing, intentionally having built it far enough away once he understood they did better in cooler air.
Had been sitting there, a half full jar of glittering green and yellow liquid just within reach. Lid half on it rather than fully closed.
It was quiet, strangely so, and was enough to have the old soldier pushing himself to his feet, head tilted as he listened for- well. Some sign. There was already the feeling of not being alone, but it wasn't bringing a heat that spoke of someone more familiar with it; the one he was more familiar with out here, at least.
"Come on and show yourself already."
Which: Closed Log
Where: Wildlands
What: 76 has been spending more time out in the wildlands and not as easy to stumble across, of course a certain
Warnings: Violence, canon-typical and not. Will add more as necessary.
For the moment Blue was off hunting for her own food, saddlebags kept in a pile near a log 76 was using as a bench so the noise of them wouldn't draw any attention to her. A fire crackled, well maintained and made just to help fight the chill as the weather was definitely getting colder every night that came and passed. Lit up a patch of flower across the way at the other side of the clearing, intentionally having built it far enough away once he understood they did better in cooler air.
Had been sitting there, a half full jar of glittering green and yellow liquid just within reach. Lid half on it rather than fully closed.
It was quiet, strangely so, and was enough to have the old soldier pushing himself to his feet, head tilted as he listened for- well. Some sign. There was already the feeling of not being alone, but it wasn't bringing a heat that spoke of someone more familiar with it; the one he was more familiar with out here, at least.
"Come on and show yourself already."