THE PROBLEM WITH MIXING TIMELINES [CLOSED]

[wavesoakedlegs]

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.]

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SORRY I GOT TO THIS SO LATE, freaking internet 8|;

[kagayakashi]

[ Deep within that same cave, a particularly fidgety young lady paces back and forth, her thoughts a jumble of what-ifs and what-nows. Gracia retreated earlier that day, realizing in a manner befitting a reckless youth that despite her training and talent, she was no match for a horde of snake demon...things. At least, not on her own. She was lucky enough to have shaken off of her trail a rowdy squadron, and managed to escape - just barely - from another group of violent, gray-skinned monsters.

If not for their presence, perhaps Gracia would have greatly enjoyed the mixed scenery, exploring a new land, meeting new people... ]

[ She stops pacing and sighs deeply. She leans her back against the damp wall, the inner cavern serving as a backdrop for the echoing drops of water somewhere within - a place too deep even for her curiosity to reach. She slowly drags herself down, eventually sitting on dirty ground. She bends her head and hugs her knees for a semblance of comfort and security.

Forced to restrain her instincts to go about and discover, Gracia was more or less completely exhausted from running, and incredibly drained from the lack of friendly faces, and her Father's reassuring warmth to guide her way forward. Fleeting images of his smile flash within her mind's eye, vivid pictures rooted in fond memories. Gracia doesn't stop herself from crying out soft sobs that escape her hitched throat. She was all alone in a foreign, war-torn world, and it was nothing like she had imagined it to be. She wanted Mitsuhide back. Or Motochika. Yet both were gone, and even Ranmaru... ]

[ She lets out a loud, frustrated wail. Gracia forgets to consider that she may draw attention to roaming enemies outside of the cave, or that a certain someone may hear her voice. ]

Ooh, what am I going to do?