I'll know her when her odd eyes fall
Characters: Kurayami (paintitgray) and Qǐ (enchainement)
Date/Time: May 21st, early afternoon
Location: Level 1, the branches near the temporary housing
Rating: G
Summary: Out for a walk, Kurayami meets Qǐ and receives a welcome gift.
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She couldn't stop looking at the cherry blossoms, which was odd.
Kurayami knew that she ought to be...something. Something other than feeling perplexed, a little ill, a little enchanted by the beauty of this place. Panic seemed like the appropriate reaction (she'd lost her memory!) but she couldn't quite summon it up at the moment.
After a shower in the empty, echoing washroom in her new housing to get the dried ooze off her skin, she'd wandered out the door and found herself strolling along the branches. The scenery had been enough to keep her mind humming along in a more or less functional way. She could think properly later. Or not at all.
A few minutes before, though, it had occurred to her that what she'd forgotten once, she might forget again. She'd sat down to scribble a quick sketch of the strangely familiar cocoons from the Hall of Beginnings...and other people's handwriting had immediately blossomed across the page, out of nowhere. So that was what Allen had meant. Once she was over her shock, she'd gotten into it, touching the letters as they formed to see if they'd smear. (They didn't.)
And then one of the writers had made an offer. So Kurayami was waiting, sitting on a narrower branchlet that was still as wide as a sidewalk and watching the pale petals blow by, with her journal lying quietly in her lap.
Date/Time: May 21st, early afternoon
Location: Level 1, the branches near the temporary housing
Rating: G
Summary: Out for a walk, Kurayami meets Qǐ and receives a welcome gift.
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She couldn't stop looking at the cherry blossoms, which was odd.
Kurayami knew that she ought to be...something. Something other than feeling perplexed, a little ill, a little enchanted by the beauty of this place. Panic seemed like the appropriate reaction (she'd lost her memory!) but she couldn't quite summon it up at the moment.
After a shower in the empty, echoing washroom in her new housing to get the dried ooze off her skin, she'd wandered out the door and found herself strolling along the branches. The scenery had been enough to keep her mind humming along in a more or less functional way. She could think properly later. Or not at all.
A few minutes before, though, it had occurred to her that what she'd forgotten once, she might forget again. She'd sat down to scribble a quick sketch of the strangely familiar cocoons from the Hall of Beginnings...and other people's handwriting had immediately blossomed across the page, out of nowhere. So that was what Allen had meant. Once she was over her shock, she'd gotten into it, touching the letters as they formed to see if they'd smear. (They didn't.)
And then one of the writers had made an offer. So Kurayami was waiting, sitting on a narrower branchlet that was still as wide as a sidewalk and watching the pale petals blow by, with her journal lying quietly in her lap.