Aya-chan 001
Who: Aya Fujimiya (Aya-chan), Aya (Ran) Fujimiya, Omi Tsukiyono
Where: Espoir
Style: Third-person
Status: Open
A chilly wind nipped the back of Aya's neck as it stole her braids from the laws of gravity. She hugged her arms for warmth and gazed across the landscape. Wherever she was, it certainly was not central Tokyo. Tokyo hosted no villages that looked like a scene from a storybook. A stream flowed nearby, cottages dotted the landscape, and the road on which she stood pointed her to a large church. As far as she could see, she was also the only soul in the vicinity.
As she turned from the church and began to walk, crossing a bridge and headed to who-knew-where because it was better than standing around waiting for something to happen, she felt a slight weight in her apron pocket. A brief check showed to be some sort of device-- a hi-tech calculator maybe. Aya wasn't the most tech-savvy person in the world. Tech-savvy or not, however, it did now hold her curiosity, and so she pulled it out and began to examine it. Her walk slowed as attention shifted more and more to the doohickey with the screen and keyboard.
Must be a pocket-sized computer. Weird.
Where: Espoir
Style: Third-person
Status: Open
A chilly wind nipped the back of Aya's neck as it stole her braids from the laws of gravity. She hugged her arms for warmth and gazed across the landscape. Wherever she was, it certainly was not central Tokyo. Tokyo hosted no villages that looked like a scene from a storybook. A stream flowed nearby, cottages dotted the landscape, and the road on which she stood pointed her to a large church. As far as she could see, she was also the only soul in the vicinity.
As she turned from the church and began to walk, crossing a bridge and headed to who-knew-where because it was better than standing around waiting for something to happen, she felt a slight weight in her apron pocket. A brief check showed to be some sort of device-- a hi-tech calculator maybe. Aya wasn't the most tech-savvy person in the world. Tech-savvy or not, however, it did now hold her curiosity, and so she pulled it out and began to examine it. Her walk slowed as attention shifted more and more to the doohickey with the screen and keyboard.
Must be a pocket-sized computer. Weird.