[All you hear are what sounds like trees being cut down with alarming force and speed, along with stabbing noises]

Fuck this.

Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, FUCK THIS!

GODDAMN IT!

[You hear things being tossed and kicked around as well]

[ooc: no thanks to the experiment, Naoto's turned into one pissed-off, aggressive, violent, foul-mouthed, trash- ( Read more... )

[She's lying in the middle of her usual spot, a clearing at the edge of the village overlooking a small pond.  Her sword is leaning on a nearby tree, and her jorunal lies next to her side.  She's really just musing to herself, but doesn't realize that her journal is recording her voice...]

I think the thing that amazes me the most about this place ( Read more... )

( Filtered to Nill )

[Naoto is somewhat moody today, and since she got hit with water, she's decided to not resort to violence (despite being incredibly annoyed by the fact that she's sopping wet now) and is simply sort of mulling over things while sitting on a rock.  However, she's staring at her sword all the while.]

...What do I do, Father?

I cannot cut these new ( Read more... )

April Fool's Day?

As pointless as it sounds.

( Private.......50% unhackable )

...It seems I'm back to normal.  Well, sort of.  Those weird bars that were floating over my head are gone and my sword has returned to its regular size too.  Come to think of it, I remember it being a lot longer and...shinier.  Not to mention I don't feel that weird urge to run around and fight things like I did before...and it also appears that I ( Read more... )

( ...How did this happen? )

[Naoto is laid up in the middle of a clearing just a little into the village, bloodied and cut-up, looking pallid; her lips are parched. A few feathers from her wings have fallen off and the wings themselves have bloodstains on them.  She's delirious and feverish, mumbling things in a hoarse voice about "Father" and "who do I cut?" while twisting ( Read more... )

[Action]

[If one were to pass by the edge of the village where Naoto had been training, they would come upon her journal lying in the grass, opened to a page where a message is sloppily scrawled, as if she had been in a rush...or something suspicious had happened to her.  Her sword's also lying around, but the blade and scabbard are scattered ( Read more... )

[Written- only 45% unhackable since she's THAT bad with technology]

I met someone not too long ago.  He reminded me so much of Father...from his personality, to his eyes, to his skill with a sword.  It's a bit strange how fate can sometimes throw you that kind of curveball...but, I don't know.  My feelings are kind of all over the place after ( Read more... )