Kamina (manly_ignition) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2009-02-08 23:50:00 |
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Current location: | Garden Maze |
Current mood: | pensive |
Entry tags: | finished thread, kamina, rating: pg-13, setting: asgard, setting: garden maze, zefiris |
Who: Kamina [Open to Asgard]
Where: Garden Maze
When: Feb. 8, O-Dark-30.
Rating: PG-13 in case Kamina drops a bad word!
Warnings: None.
Summary: Not much of a thinker nor very good at comforting the sick...and, well, illiterate...Kamina decides to do something. He doesn't get too far.
There wasn't much Kamina couldn't do, when he put his mind to it. At least, he liked to believe so.
Which was why it pissed him off that at this point, there didn't seem to be much he could do. Not that he'd ever admit it, of course. That sure as hell wasn't 'doing the impossible'. That wasn't what a man of Gurren Brigade would do.
He never had gotten the hang of that whole 'reading' thing back home, though, before the fight with Thymilph had...cut all that short. So helping out in the library was a moot point. And he was no doctor, the best he could do was apply field-bandages to light wounds, while this place was full of people who could make people's injuries close in seconds with a few words and glowy fingertips. And even they couldn't do much for Meta-guy.
What was beginning to gall him more was how he couldn't figure out just how the hell he'd gotten turned around in this stupid hedge maze on his way out of Asgard! Sure, it was dark, but why should that stop him? Of course, he could probably just cut his way out, but Metatron--and others--would probably not appreciate that much, so he'd only fall back on that if things reached emergency status.
Worse yet, all this business had still left him with little to do beyond wandering the twisting hedge-lined pathways and pondering. Inability was something that he was unfortunately accustomed to. Being the bigshot was easy enough with a crowd to rally, but it was becoming even more pointedly clear just how much he'd depended on Simon. It was easy to slap Simon on the back, encourage him forward by example...
"Hell, stop thinking so much, Kamina. You're better than that." He shook his head vigorously. He wasn't that same cowering kid who shied away from the light of the surface and his father's extended hand...he was a man! A man who had faced the light of the sun, and would keep going until he could touch it with his own hands...
...as soon as he found a way out of this damned hedge-maze and to someplace he could start actively looking for answers!