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fuckingsnakes2012-10-29 03:12 pm
wavesoakedlegs) wrote in fuckingsnakes2012-10-29 03:12 pm
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WHO: Mitsuhide (of the SW3 flavour) and whoever.
WHAT: Eventual shaving! And some serious being down, but being courageous too. ♥
WHERE: An obvious spot in the camp!
WARNING(S): Nothing yet.
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It was not working anymore.
Sat down in the center of the camp, a samurai with long, black hair and a somewhat tattered, well-used cloak was regarding a shining item in his hands. He was frowning, and looked rather unsure. There was a very good reason for this, though it was not something one could work out by merely looking upon him.
Mitsuhide had held onto the Tenkai guise for a very long time, working hard to shield his face and conceal his name from the many who would otherwise recognise him. But too many had, and shown no anger or hatred.
Not yet, anyway.
They had to have come from another time, judging by the way they had talked. Different worlds entirely, in the case of some. It wasn't easy to work everybody out; indeed, Mitsuhide might say downright impossible. There was every chance that he had simply missed the dark feelings in the hearts of those he had wronged. But he could not run, not in this place. There might be a thousand or more places he could safely conceal himself, but it wouldn't be right. Here, in the world crafted by the serpent demon Orochi, there was something he could still do for others.
Mitsuhide turned the mirror over in his hands several times before actually looking into it. The man in the reflection was clearly tired, in more ways than one; there were thick black circles beneath his eyes and a rare scattering of short hairs across his chin.
"I need to shave," he muttured to himself.
It was time to be Mitsuhide again, no matter what problems that might cause him.
Putting his mirror down for a moment, the samurai began to look through his bag for the rest of the items he would need to get the task done.
WHAT: Eventual shaving! And some serious being down, but being courageous too. ♥
WHERE: An obvious spot in the camp!
WARNING(S): Nothing yet.
It was not working anymore.
Sat down in the center of the camp, a samurai with long, black hair and a somewhat tattered, well-used cloak was regarding a shining item in his hands. He was frowning, and looked rather unsure. There was a very good reason for this, though it was not something one could work out by merely looking upon him.
Mitsuhide had held onto the Tenkai guise for a very long time, working hard to shield his face and conceal his name from the many who would otherwise recognise him. But too many had, and shown no anger or hatred.
Not yet, anyway.
They had to have come from another time, judging by the way they had talked. Different worlds entirely, in the case of some. It wasn't easy to work everybody out; indeed, Mitsuhide might say downright impossible. There was every chance that he had simply missed the dark feelings in the hearts of those he had wronged. But he could not run, not in this place. There might be a thousand or more places he could safely conceal himself, but it wouldn't be right. Here, in the world crafted by the serpent demon Orochi, there was something he could still do for others.
Mitsuhide turned the mirror over in his hands several times before actually looking into it. The man in the reflection was clearly tired, in more ways than one; there were thick black circles beneath his eyes and a rare scattering of short hairs across his chin.
"I need to shave," he muttured to himself.
It was time to be Mitsuhide again, no matter what problems that might cause him.
Putting his mirror down for a moment, the samurai began to look through his bag for the rest of the items he would need to get the task done.