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deathsdoctor) wrote2013-07-13 10:22 pm
deathsdoctor) wrote2013-07-13 10:22 pm
021 [Action]
[It’d been a couple of weeks since Perona left. Found her letter to him apologizing about what had happened when they were possessed, found the key and the mold, and found Mihawk had left as well. He informed the village then. Keimi? Also gone; he had never really interacted with her, but he felt her loss as another piece of home slipping back to where it belonged.
The tide continued to draw out and their community was so small now, so fast. On top of everything else that had happened to him in the last few months, it ached, and he was so sick of aching and so tired.
Would he be last standing? Who knew. But wallowing did no one any good.
… it was time to start moving on. Or at least trying.]
[Sunday morning finds Law at the Memorial Garden planting white heather, and then to the Shrine. He’s not sure what to do here, really. He’s never been religious, just spiritual in his own way, and the traditions outside a wedding or a funeral or basically acting mannerly at a shrine are ones he’s unfamiliar with.
All the crows around the building are comforting, really.
Later in the morning, he hits the beach. It’s the closest to home he can get, and before he takes the Shinonome out for a few hours, he finds a log hauled up the sand and just sits. Watches the waves crash on shore.
Afternoon finds him at the Battle Dome training. Or more specifically, training by fighting with his eyes bandaged over. The safeties are only on for this session, normally Law does without, but he’s testing the limits of what he can perceive with his Haki. He swings by the Item Shop to pick up a Go board and everything that needs to go with it, and then heads home to set up with that and his Shogi board on the porch.
It’s time to coax some spirits over to play and try to work back into feeling comfortable with their presence. Games seem to work wonders, and soon House 22’s backyard is as spirit central as it ever gets, admittedly with not all those involved playing, but all involved commenting. And arguing. And teasing. And whatever else that floats their boat.
Through it all the wind blows leaves through the backyard. One remains stubbornly stuck to Law’s forehead. He seemingly pays it no mind as he plays on.]
The tide continued to draw out and their community was so small now, so fast. On top of everything else that had happened to him in the last few months, it ached, and he was so sick of aching and so tired.
Would he be last standing? Who knew. But wallowing did no one any good.
… it was time to start moving on. Or at least trying.]
[Sunday morning finds Law at the Memorial Garden planting white heather, and then to the Shrine. He’s not sure what to do here, really. He’s never been religious, just spiritual in his own way, and the traditions outside a wedding or a funeral or basically acting mannerly at a shrine are ones he’s unfamiliar with.
All the crows around the building are comforting, really.
Later in the morning, he hits the beach. It’s the closest to home he can get, and before he takes the Shinonome out for a few hours, he finds a log hauled up the sand and just sits. Watches the waves crash on shore.
Afternoon finds him at the Battle Dome training. Or more specifically, training by fighting with his eyes bandaged over. The safeties are only on for this session, normally Law does without, but he’s testing the limits of what he can perceive with his Haki. He swings by the Item Shop to pick up a Go board and everything that needs to go with it, and then heads home to set up with that and his Shogi board on the porch.
It’s time to coax some spirits over to play and try to work back into feeling comfortable with their presence. Games seem to work wonders, and soon House 22’s backyard is as spirit central as it ever gets, admittedly with not all those involved playing, but all involved commenting. And arguing. And teasing. And whatever else that floats their boat.
Through it all the wind blows leaves through the backyard. One remains stubbornly stuck to Law’s forehead. He seemingly pays it no mind as he plays on.]
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Cooking. Reading. Fishing. ... good amounts of physical exercise. [Whiiiich can taken straight. Or a few other ways.] Nature hikes. As much exploration as I can manage.
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Exploration is something I've been meaning to do more of myself. [bound as they are, there are still mysteries to uncover]
Though it does lack a certain...mischief, ne?
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[Color him interested. Do go on please.]
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I'm afraid I don't have any plans, Death-san. But it would be interesting to make some. It's been a while since we've taunted Smoker-chan, hasn't it? [or anyone for that matter.]
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[He wonders if he went home.]
Though I'll have to take a rain check for the moment. I'm working on something we found on the tunnels...
[Action]
Oh? And what's that? [she's not investigated the tunnels herself but she's certainly intrigued now]
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Soon we'll be able to start breaking in. We've nearly cracked the code.
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They're going to hold a vote on the locked channel once they do crack it for the first door.
I'll let you know when they're going to open it down there.
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Hopefully it will lead to something significant. [though that is easy to doubt in a place like this. How many other things have been tried and have failed?]
In the meantime...a game or two? [she gestures at the board]
It seems we should get to know one another better.
[being the only ones left...]