[Incomplete, Open]
Who: Kunzite, Kakashi, and whoever feels like joining.
When: Afternoon/night
Where: Heading out from Zoisite's place and wherever.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None yet
Summary: Kunzite is learning the area, looking around.
With a scribbled note informing Zoisite that he was going for a walk, Kunzite slipped out of the building as quiet as a ghost. he had stolen borrowed a knife. Unarmed around here didn't seem like the best of ideas. His cape had been left on the chair upstairs, dry now but a little too visible for Kunzite's liking giving the lowering lights as what he assumed to be night came to this strange place. Why were there such things as night and day in what he assumed was hell, not to mention under a huge plate in the sky?
That thing still continued to puzzle him. Maybe that was where the very evil ended up to be struck by lightning all the time. Could have been a large oven to bake them in.
In the end, he was starting to feel comfortable down here. It was dim most of the time like the Dark Kingdom, full of plenty of space, and compared to the smell of some of the youma quarters, it wasn't that horrible. It wasn't as grand as his castle in the Dark Kingdom had been, but that could be remedied in time.
What Kunzite was looking for in particular were any shrines, libraries, or places that he could gain some sort of knowledge about these so-called 'gods'. There had to be someplace that he could find information on them, even if it was just names or ruins that needed to be pawed through for scrolls or the like. That would settle the question on if they were merely superpowered humans as Beryl had been, entities like Metalia, or actual divine beings.
Either way, it didn't hurt to refer to them as gods, he supposed. Ego-stroking always did work in one's favour if done properly.
When: Afternoon/night
Where: Heading out from Zoisite's place and wherever.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None yet
Summary: Kunzite is learning the area, looking around.
With a scribbled note informing Zoisite that he was going for a walk, Kunzite slipped out of the building as quiet as a ghost. he had stolen borrowed a knife. Unarmed around here didn't seem like the best of ideas. His cape had been left on the chair upstairs, dry now but a little too visible for Kunzite's liking giving the lowering lights as what he assumed to be night came to this strange place. Why were there such things as night and day in what he assumed was hell, not to mention under a huge plate in the sky?
That thing still continued to puzzle him. Maybe that was where the very evil ended up to be struck by lightning all the time. Could have been a large oven to bake them in.
In the end, he was starting to feel comfortable down here. It was dim most of the time like the Dark Kingdom, full of plenty of space, and compared to the smell of some of the youma quarters, it wasn't that horrible. It wasn't as grand as his castle in the Dark Kingdom had been, but that could be remedied in time.
What Kunzite was looking for in particular were any shrines, libraries, or places that he could gain some sort of knowledge about these so-called 'gods'. There had to be someplace that he could find information on them, even if it was just names or ruins that needed to be pawed through for scrolls or the like. That would settle the question on if they were merely superpowered humans as Beryl had been, entities like Metalia, or actual divine beings.
Either way, it didn't hurt to refer to them as gods, he supposed. Ego-stroking always did work in one's favour if done properly.