[OPEN-Intro]"My dream is for you/My arms were made to hold you tight"

[akatsukiphage]

Characters: Muraki Kazutaka and *You*
When: 12/20
Where: Somewhere in the southwestern part of the city
Rating: PG-13 (some mentions of poisoning, murder and mildly suggestive content)
Summary: The night of his apparent death on board the Queen Camellia, Muraki expects to be unconscious for a few days. Fate, however has other ideas...

"I do hope

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Merry Christmas, like I could resist.

[amethyst_gaze]

It was only going to be one of the long walks back home, keeping an eye out for one of those crazy rabbits or cats- because he didn't want to get bitten justbecause he was walking. This was a better way to learn his way around Adstringendum, seeing it like this. He could almost find any place that he might have to go for one reason or another without messing with the map function of the PCD.

Maybe he shouldn't have taken this route back, Tsuzuki really had almost gone back another way, no reason as to why he'd turn down that corner a few blocks back.

"Hey!" at first he'd only seen movement ahead, "Are you--" not quite recognizing the figure untill closer, any other words falling dead on his tongue. No, no, this couldn't be real. This man couldn't possibly be here. Not like that. Tsuzuki looked very much like a deer caught in headlights.

:: evil laugh:: And a happy New Year as well!

[akatsukiphage]

The pale figure turns, peering through his mane and a mist of snow, his breath forming clouds about his face, his silver eyes narrowed. A smirk crosses his face as he replies, "Well, well, Mister Tsuzuki: it appears that neither of us is aboard the Queen Camellia," he says. "Is this some especially lucid dream, or have we left our world entirely through some rift in the fabric of space and time?"

This is almost too good to be true...this has to be dream, but then again, he doesn't remember ever feeling this cold before, when he's been dreaming. The question is, how did either of them get here?

Not happy for some! Hehe

[amethyst_gaze]

It wasn't a dream for him, more like a nightmare- eyes narrowed when the other spoke, leaving the part of the Queen Camellia alone right now.

"I've been here for a month or more," really, it was starting to be difficult judging time from how long some weeks seemed. As he spoke, Tsuzuki was moving closer, half to make sure that he wasn't imagining things and half because this was Muraki standing out in the cold in what he'd-

"This is Adstringendum," stopping again, fingers curling tightly at his sides. Why did he have to be the welcoming comittee to this man, of all people, "not a dream."

Happy for one at least. :: Glares at His Paleness::

[akatsukiphage]

Muraki stood with his arms folded gracefully across his chest, hiding the fact that the cold was stabbing through his thin garments, making him shiver. He stayed put, letting Tsuzuki close the gap between them, and less than willing to approach over the uneven ground, since he lacked his shoes.

"Adstringendum," he repeats, as if tasting the word. "From the Latin word for 'compression', I take it? I'd say that I've never heard of such a place, but that would be stating the obvious." He looks about them. "Has a war taken place here, or did the city designers simply go wild with their plans?" There didn't seem to be much rhyme or reason to the lay of the land, which added to the dream-like quality of the landscape. It grated on his sense of aesthetics, but one couldn't help the environment that circumstance thrust him into.