[ this seems more like a warning than mere sentiment; the distant thump of feet echoes louder down the aged corridors with every passing second, rather like something man-sized and dense were rushing down them at speed.
[ Soon is soon. Such is what she tells herself as her legs dangle and sway over the engawa's edge. Waiting isn't a big deal. A friendly face is a joy no matter what!
Especially when so many have been going missing. She can still feel Kaede's sorrows in her chest. A lingering ache very little can fix.
It'll be alright. They'll find their friends and loved ones. Everyone will come home safe, and then...
But hark! What sound from nearby breaks the still of the day? It's the distinctive "puhpuhpuhpuh" of a grown man's feet on hardwood floors, she's certain. The sound spurs a quiet "nyu?" from her and she looks up. ]
[ behold ye, tiniest mortal, for the shell of a man fills the doorway like an omen, and the light from behind him paints the rest of him in stark darkness as he breathes heavy as a beast.
it’s hard work, running in a way to not attract the monks’ disapproving glares. ]
Nyuu?
[ the voice that comes out of this shade’s face sits at complete odds with the horrific image it paints; a low baritone kept soft, as if calling to some small animal, like a cat, or a little bird on the sill. ]
I am here. [ and when he says it, he says it like a reassurance. ]
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Where are you, Chosonii?
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[ this seems more like a warning than mere sentiment; the distant thump of feet echoes louder down the aged corridors with every passing second, rather like something man-sized and dense were rushing down them at speed.
soon indeed. ]
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Especially when so many have been going missing. She can still feel Kaede's sorrows in her chest. A lingering ache very little can fix.
It'll be alright. They'll find their friends and loved ones. Everyone will come home safe, and then...
But hark! What sound from nearby breaks the still of the day? It's the distinctive "puhpuhpuhpuh" of a grown man's feet on hardwood floors, she's certain. The sound spurs a quiet "nyu?" from her and she looks up. ]
Hello?
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it’s hard work, running in a way to not attract the monks’ disapproving glares. ]
Nyuu?
[ the voice that comes out of this shade’s face sits at complete odds with the horrific image it paints; a low baritone kept soft, as if calling to some small animal, like a cat, or a little bird on the sill. ]
I am here. [ and when he says it, he says it like a reassurance. ]