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moar angsty shit
Sep. 3rd, 2011 12:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taijiya[She didn't think anything would go wrong that day.]
[But then, by now, she should be prepared for anything. Especially with the--accident from last week.]
[...no. Calling it an accident would be nothing short of an outright lie. What Kohaku did was nothing accidental. What he did was deliberate, on the part of Naraku, brainwashed as always. (Or at least, she thought so.)]
[She is trying so, so hard to forget all about it, because that will make everything so much easier. If she can just forget everything he's done...]
[And stop wondering if there's a point where she won't be able to forgive him anymore. As if what he does isn't already unforgivable.]
[She thought that a long, sweaty spar that occupied all of her brain would help. She could focus on the battle, on the pain and thrill and crisp reality and physicality, instead of on Kohaku. Or Riku, or Juliet, or Naraku, or Raven, or Kagome, or InuYasha, or Killua, or even Rin, or any of the absolute multitude of things that seem like they're crumbling down around her.]
[And for the most part, she was right. She draws back from her adversary a few steps (Rin--she's finally managed to convince him) and wrenches the coiled, cool metal chain from under her armor, looping it familiarly around her hand. Though she's never noticed it, Rin might--that because both she annd Kohaku learned from their father, they hold and throw the chain almost exactly the same way, too. The only difference is the distribution of weight, considering that there is no sickle attached to the end of Sango's chain, meant to wrap and trap Rin and nothing else. She honestly doesn't even expect it to work as it snakes towards him...]
[But then, by now, she should be prepared for anything. Especially with the--accident from last week.]
[...no. Calling it an accident would be nothing short of an outright lie. What Kohaku did was nothing accidental. What he did was deliberate, on the part of Naraku, brainwashed as always. (Or at least, she thought so.)]
[She is trying so, so hard to forget all about it, because that will make everything so much easier. If she can just forget everything he's done...]
[And stop wondering if there's a point where she won't be able to forgive him anymore. As if what he does isn't already unforgivable.]
[She thought that a long, sweaty spar that occupied all of her brain would help. She could focus on the battle, on the pain and thrill and crisp reality and physicality, instead of on Kohaku. Or Riku, or Juliet, or Naraku, or Raven, or Kagome, or InuYasha, or Killua, or even Rin, or any of the absolute multitude of things that seem like they're crumbling down around her.]
[And for the most part, she was right. She draws back from her adversary a few steps (Rin--she's finally managed to convince him) and wrenches the coiled, cool metal chain from under her armor, looping it familiarly around her hand. Though she's never noticed it, Rin might--that because both she annd Kohaku learned from their father, they hold and throw the chain almost exactly the same way, too. The only difference is the distribution of weight, considering that there is no sickle attached to the end of Sango's chain, meant to wrap and trap Rin and nothing else. She honestly doesn't even expect it to work as it snakes towards him...]
Meta Forced Couch Snuggling
Aug. 21st, 2011 07:44 pmtaijiya...you're crazy, Mun.
[Cue blush and stubbornness.]
[There is a sofa. (It's an evil sofa B|)]
[...and, well. All involved know what that means. Considering the muns have been chattering about it nonstop.]
[Cue blush and stubbornness.]
[There is a sofa. (It's an evil sofa B|)]
[...and, well. All involved know what that means. Considering the muns have been chattering about it nonstop.]
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Jul. 16th, 2011 08:20 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
catgirlsadist.livejournal.com[She really does love after parties.]
[This one is no exception; the movement, laughter, alcohol, music, brawls--it feels like home to Koto, almost as much as the arena floor feels like home, the adrenaline and seeing all the action up close--]
[This is a different kind of home, though, she thinks, nursing a blood-colored drink and dressed in a drapey sequined teal number, extravagant as always and just as tacky but oddly fitting as her Tournament getup, paired with fuschia heels. It's the kind of home that's fitting for Friday nights and that party feeling, when the blood and the shouting has her so strung out that she just needs to unwind.]
[Though this Dark Tournament was considerably less chaotic than the last; without Team Urameshi or Team Toguro to absolutely total the stadium (more than once!) it had turned out to be quite the typical event, much to her relief--and disappointment.]
[This one is no exception; the movement, laughter, alcohol, music, brawls--it feels like home to Koto, almost as much as the arena floor feels like home, the adrenaline and seeing all the action up close--]
[This is a different kind of home, though, she thinks, nursing a blood-colored drink and dressed in a drapey sequined teal number, extravagant as always and just as tacky but oddly fitting as her Tournament getup, paired with fuschia heels. It's the kind of home that's fitting for Friday nights and that party feeling, when the blood and the shouting has her so strung out that she just needs to unwind.]
[Though this Dark Tournament was considerably less chaotic than the last; without Team Urameshi or Team Toguro to absolutely total the stadium (more than once!) it had turned out to be quite the typical event, much to her relief--and disappointment.]
Un Lun Dun Scenarios!
Jul. 15th, 2011 12:09 amalt-shopper.livejournal.comWelcome to UnLondon!
Perhaps you climbed too high on bookshelves that should have ended a while ago, or spun a wheel that shouldn't have been spun in a creaky dark room behind an alley, or delved a little too deep in your dumpster diving, or fell down just the right (wrong?) manhole. Perhaps another force sent you here for reasons undefined, or you brought yourself here with your own power. However you got here, you've crossed the Odd and now UnLondon's got you--or maybe you've been here for a while and know what's going down.
So, what now? Perhaps you should take stock of where you are, first...
( Cut for settings~ )And who's stumbling upon you? Probably one of these handfuls. Oh, boy; how is this going to turn out?
OOC
1. Pick a place as listed above!
2. Pick a muse to play with--or two or three, or leave it up to me!
3. Say whether our muses have a pre-existing relationship or not (or, again, leave it up to me)!
4. I shall respond with a description of the setting and maybe some plot; you're free to ask for something else if you don't like it!
5. ???
6. Profit!
I would have included descriptions of the places, however, Chrome deleted the TL;DR and I don't feel like typing it up again, so it'll be revealed in the tag. Additionally, if you'd like the museboxing to take place in your muse's world (to turn the tables a bit!) just say so and leave a blurb or link about the world and I'll toss them at you :)
