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paixaorpg2007-04-01 04:56 pm
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A little black kitten in a big wide world [Active]
Character(s): Shihouin Yoruichi and Kazama Souji
Content: Yoruichi wakes up outside the Vanaheim gate. Panic ensues.
Setting: The general Vanaheim area
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: None to speak of?
Content: Yoruichi wakes up outside the Vanaheim gate. Panic ensues.
Setting: The general Vanaheim area
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: None to speak of?
When she had fallen asleep, Yoruichi had been curled up atop a stack of cardboard boxes in Kisuke's back room, for a reason she really wasn't sure of except that she felt like it.
When she woke up, however, it was not in Kisuke's back room, or any other part of the Urahara Shoten, for that matter. No, as she stretched out her body and opened her eyes, she found herself outside. Outside, in fact, of a large gate that appeared to be flanked by fruit trees, with a small throng of people standing in front. Blinking slowly, she took to her feet, taking a slow and careful look around. Her eyes remained ever drawn to the line of people, so she padded forward, slipping through gaps and darting around ankles.
It wasn't long before she stood in front of the gate itself. She had not taken one step towards it, though, before a loud voice boomed from overhead.
"Your name?"
She looked up at the man who must be a guard with dry, feline indifference. Couldn't he see that she's just a little black cat strolling by? She wondered briefly if he wasn't talking to her but the stern gaze, looking almost impatient, clarifies that. So she did what any little black cat would do under such interrogation.
"Mya?"
It wasn't expressly a question, as most cats do not have an inquisitive tone as such, but she couldn't help it from slipping in a bit. The guard paused, stared at her a bit longer, then shifted a bit before extending his arm with what appeared to be a journal of some sorts in his hand. She looked at it, that same disinterested expression on her face, before looking up at him with a plain stare of, "And you expect me to do what with this?"
He just held it out, with that same vague irritation, as if she was holding things up.
Resigning herself, she carefully took the object in her teeth. It's lighter than she expected, and with her most unnatural strength, she manages to hold it aloft. The guard looked away, as if satisfied, and she began to walk forwards again, this time unimpeded. The city before her stretched on, massive and completely mysterious. There is much exploring to be had, she knows, but there is another pressing matter, pressing on her tongue, in fact. Her first priority is to investigate the device the guard gave her, find out exactly what it does.
At the first alley she found, she ducked in, darting into the shadows where the eyes of passers by couldn't see too clearly. She's a little black cat with many secrets, and it's far too early to show them off. Setting the device down onto the ground in front of her, she knocked it open with her paw, and was mildly surprised. It was an electronic device, appearing to be a computerized journal of sorts. Handy, she thought to herself. So, with little better to do, she started to find out just how good her paws were at typing.
Thirty minutes, a dozen typos, and more than a little frustration later, she was done typing, managing to make a mostly intelligible post in the journal. Now, though, she was faced with another choice. Keep carrying the journal in her mouth, which was not entirely fun, leave it behind, with would leave her without contact through it, or take to her true form and risk being seen naked by half the inhabitants of the city.
In the end, she decided on a mix of the first and third. Picking up the journal in her mouth again, she darted off into the city streets and kept her eyes firmly open for any store that seemed to have clothing.
This would be a long day.
When she woke up, however, it was not in Kisuke's back room, or any other part of the Urahara Shoten, for that matter. No, as she stretched out her body and opened her eyes, she found herself outside. Outside, in fact, of a large gate that appeared to be flanked by fruit trees, with a small throng of people standing in front. Blinking slowly, she took to her feet, taking a slow and careful look around. Her eyes remained ever drawn to the line of people, so she padded forward, slipping through gaps and darting around ankles.
It wasn't long before she stood in front of the gate itself. She had not taken one step towards it, though, before a loud voice boomed from overhead.
"Your name?"
She looked up at the man who must be a guard with dry, feline indifference. Couldn't he see that she's just a little black cat strolling by? She wondered briefly if he wasn't talking to her but the stern gaze, looking almost impatient, clarifies that. So she did what any little black cat would do under such interrogation.
"Mya?"
It wasn't expressly a question, as most cats do not have an inquisitive tone as such, but she couldn't help it from slipping in a bit. The guard paused, stared at her a bit longer, then shifted a bit before extending his arm with what appeared to be a journal of some sorts in his hand. She looked at it, that same disinterested expression on her face, before looking up at him with a plain stare of, "And you expect me to do what with this?"
He just held it out, with that same vague irritation, as if she was holding things up.
Resigning herself, she carefully took the object in her teeth. It's lighter than she expected, and with her most unnatural strength, she manages to hold it aloft. The guard looked away, as if satisfied, and she began to walk forwards again, this time unimpeded. The city before her stretched on, massive and completely mysterious. There is much exploring to be had, she knows, but there is another pressing matter, pressing on her tongue, in fact. Her first priority is to investigate the device the guard gave her, find out exactly what it does.
At the first alley she found, she ducked in, darting into the shadows where the eyes of passers by couldn't see too clearly. She's a little black cat with many secrets, and it's far too early to show them off. Setting the device down onto the ground in front of her, she knocked it open with her paw, and was mildly surprised. It was an electronic device, appearing to be a computerized journal of sorts. Handy, she thought to herself. So, with little better to do, she started to find out just how good her paws were at typing.
Thirty minutes, a dozen typos, and more than a little frustration later, she was done typing, managing to make a mostly intelligible post in the journal. Now, though, she was faced with another choice. Keep carrying the journal in her mouth, which was not entirely fun, leave it behind, with would leave her without contact through it, or take to her true form and risk being seen naked by half the inhabitants of the city.
In the end, she decided on a mix of the first and third. Picking up the journal in her mouth again, she darted off into the city streets and kept her eyes firmly open for any store that seemed to have clothing.
This would be a long day.
no subject
"I do not mind. Do as you wish."
no subject
"Lead the way?"