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fuckingsnakes2012-09-07 05:22 pm
wavesoakedlegs) wrote in fuckingsnakes2012-09-07 05:22 pm
THE PROBLEM WITH MIXING TIMELINES [CLOSED]
WHO: Akechi Mitsuhide (wavesoakedlegs) & Gracia (kagayakashi)
WHAT: A lonely daughter finds her long-lost father in a mixed-up world... except he's not quite the right one.
WHERE: A wet and windy Yamazaki (with your usual random lava pools and such).
WARNING(S): There is a serious lack of happy within? 8'D
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[Somehow, he was back at the foot of the mountain. The same mountain where Hideyoshi had won the land, and Lord Motochika had died.]
[Mitsuhide pulled his cloak rightly around him and stared down the slopes. It was currently rather quiet, save for the sound of the wind blowing the trees and the rain hitting the ground. He knew better than to believe it would remain that way. Already the former samurai had been forced to fight several groups of the strange snake-demons that had appeared when everything changed, and there were bound to be more. A lot more. They had looked to him to be scouting parties, which could only mean that somewhere out there was an army.]
[Alone, he would surely perish if he got caught by them. Mitsuhide was one man, and a rather broken one at that; there was nobody to turn to right now, either. Those who were once his allies now saw him as the enemy, the traitor who had killed their Lord.]
[He turned about, and retreated to a small cave in the mountainside. A temporary place in which he could escape the rain, get some rest and think about his next move.]
wavesoakedlegs) & Gracia (kagayakashi)WHAT: A lonely daughter finds her long-lost father in a mixed-up world... except he's not quite the right one.
WHERE: A wet and windy Yamazaki (with your usual random lava pools and such).
WARNING(S): There is a serious lack of happy within? 8'D
[Somehow, he was back at the foot of the mountain. The same mountain where Hideyoshi had won the land, and Lord Motochika had died.]
[Mitsuhide pulled his cloak rightly around him and stared down the slopes. It was currently rather quiet, save for the sound of the wind blowing the trees and the rain hitting the ground. He knew better than to believe it would remain that way. Already the former samurai had been forced to fight several groups of the strange snake-demons that had appeared when everything changed, and there were bound to be more. A lot more. They had looked to him to be scouting parties, which could only mean that somewhere out there was an army.]
[Alone, he would surely perish if he got caught by them. Mitsuhide was one man, and a rather broken one at that; there was nobody to turn to right now, either. Those who were once his allies now saw him as the enemy, the traitor who had killed their Lord.]
[He turned about, and retreated to a small cave in the mountainside. A temporary place in which he could escape the rain, get some rest and think about his next move.]