http://mistralhayate.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mistralhayate.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-02-16 11:15 pm

Likely the Storm of the Century [completed]

Character(s): Hayate, Awayuki Himeno and Soma Cruz (as well as mentions of Paixaoan citizens and the hotel staff)
Content:Strong gusts of wind and a well-concentrated thunderstorm (followed closely by a snowstorm) make for some very drenched and cold clients arriving at the Actua Are in Joutenheim. Hayate rescues a weak Soma, thinking he's someone else. Then it is morning and after a brief moment of panic for both Hayate and Soma, Himeno comes to join the guys and then they have breakfast.
Setting: Actua Are [N9]
Time: evening, following morning
Warnings: not much, other than Soma fighting his own inner demons ;)


Hayate hadn’t expected the sudden downpour of the storm, or the amount of wind, lightning and thunder that the clouds had unleashed on the city. After maybe a half-mile or so of stumbling, Hayate stopped, tucking the Pretear under the arm she was clinging to and held her tightly, as if he were carrying a parcel and ran, surprisingly using only a minimal amount of Leafe to assist with the trip. (The storm itself providing enough of a push to keep him moving.)

Finally, some time later, they arrived at the hotel. Hayate opened the door and knelt down so that Himeno could stand up and resume clinging if she had to. Looking around, it seemed that even some of the blonde citizens had managed to get drenched in the unexpected storm.

[identity profile] notquitedracula.livejournal.com 2007-02-28 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
The mortal vessel of Dracula's power shook his head. "Right now, I wouldn't mind if someone called me Barney the purple dinosaur..." he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. That he looked like someone this person knew was... slightly unsettling, given that white hair and red eyes were not at all common traits where Soma came from.

He had not missed the empty scabbard, strange though it was. Being babied, as it were, might have made him irate were he not half dead, starved and frozen. "Soma... Soma Cruz... I was looking for someone. A friend... Mina..."

Taking a little initiative, Soma reached out a shivering hand to take one of the towels. It was soft, and relatively warm, and fuzzy; imminently towel-like and squeezable. Not like his plushies, but it would do. Besides, he didn't want to get his plushies wet. They got mad when they were wet...