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Ten'ou Haruka (kaze_ni_naru) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-08 13:21:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 10, haruka tenoh, rogue darkholme, sailor uranus

Day 10: Haruka's arrival
Who: Haruka Ten'ou and Rogue
When: Day 10, 8am-ish
Where: Starting in Tokyo, ending up on the Beach, nearer to the resort than the sea
What: The Planet decides Haruka would be fun to play with
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Haruka shifted the relatively heavy shopping bags from one arm to the other as she followed her foster daughter through the aisles of the latest fabric store. Ahead of her, Hotaru was running from one bolt of silk to another, fingering the fabric carefully and either shaking her head, or jotting down the price at the top of the bolt for reference. She kept glancing back at Haruka, as if to check the older woman were still following her.

Normally, tasks like shopping, especially for something like fabric, would be Michiru's domain. Haruka would have happily left such overtly feminine tasks to her lover, and gone on to help with another aspect of Usagi's upcoming wedding, like dealing with vendors who might want to take advantage of Usagi's good nature. But, Michiru hadn't come back after the battle with Galaxia, and the entire dynamic of the group seemed to change as a result.

Haruka couldn't go more than a minute without thinking of her lost koibito. She saw reminders of Michiru everywhere, especially in as feminine a store as a fabric shop. The color of Michiru's hair was woven into a piece of satin, her delicate frame reflected in the bolts of lace. The pictures on patter envelopes resembled her favorite outfits. Swimsuit fabric brought to mind the drawer in their bedroom that was entirely devoted to Michiru's favorite hobby.

Haruka shut her eyes and shook her head. She would not get wrapped up in emotion in public, in a fabric store of all places! She cleared her throat to get Hotaru's attention. "I'm going to step outside for a moment, Hotaru-chan," she said. The younger girl met her gaze for a moment, frowned, then smiled and nodded cheerfully, as if she'd taken the measure of Haruka's emotions in the one glance and decided to let her Haruka-papa keep her dignity.

Shaking her head, Haruka turned toward the door of the shop. She readjusted the bags yet again as she stepped out toward the sunny streets of mid-afternoon Tokyo...only to find her foot landing on sand and her body assaulted by pounding rains and gale-force winds. She stumbled, but managed to keep herself upright. Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. Wherever the hell she was, it was definitely not Tokyo. Within the seconds it took her to catch her footing and adjust to her surroundings, she'd been soaked through.

It was like some sort of cruel joke, like someone had read her mind, found all the turmoil and pain she'd been keeping inside for the past month, all the frustration, and plopped her into a physical manifestation of her emotions. She turned on the spot, worried that Hotaru had somehow been dragged along into her personal Hell, but she couldn't make out the slight girl's form through the driving rain and wind. "Hotaru!" she called. "Hotaru, are you there?!" But there was no reply; Haruka's voice was swallowed up by the storm.

She turned around again, trying to see if there was anyplace nearby that would serve as a shelter from the storm. She wasn't foolish enough to think she'd survive for long in the middle of a storm this violent. Her eyes made out the vague shape of a building or buildings, it was difficult to tell which, not too far off. She set out for the shapes, the wind pushing her along as she walked, unsure of whom or what she'd meet when she arrived. Whatever it was, she was sure that, even if Ten'ou Haruka had problems dealing with it, Sailor Uranus would be able to handle anything that was thrown at her.

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a_pale_rogue
2008-08-09 08:29 am UTC (link)

Rogue wasn't surprised to wake up and see the storm still raging outside. Since the mutant had lived in Mississippi most of her life, she had experience with such weather before and was just thankful that buildings were withstanding the storm, since there was no other place to take shelter. Normally Rogue might have stayed in bed but nightmares about Apocalypse had kept her up half the night and as much as she tried, she just couldn't fall back asleep. Might as well get up and see what's on the go for today, she decided as she hauled herself out of bed and grabbed a shower. After the shower the teenager got dressed in black jeans, a black tank-top and purple sweater, all of which was mostly covered by her large black raincoat and boots. As Rogue was use to the weather, she had no problem venturing outside in it since she had to do so a number of times when she lived with Irene Alder, her blind foster mother who pretty much needed Rogue to do everything during a storm.

It was still pretty horrible out as the rain pelted her, hitting her face which was the only part of her body not covered at the moment. Seeing such weather made the teen think of Storm, one of the older X-men who could control the weather. Wish she was here now, maybe she'd be able to take the edge off this crappy weather, Rogue thought but just thinking about Storm brought up the memories Rogue had absorbed from her. Thanks to those memories, Rogue knew that even if Storm was here, she wouldn't do anything unless it was necessary. Some storms have to be weathered, a cool voice very similar to African mutant silently told Rogue.

That gave Rogue a little fright. Sometimes the teenager forgot how easy it was to summon up absorbed memories and she had stop and stand still for a moment to concentrate as she pushed the memories to the back of her mind. She so did not need Storm's personality taking over right now. Yet as Rogue stood still, she caught something moving out of the corner of her eye and turned to see what it was. It was hard to tell what she was seeing at first but as it drew closer, Rogue thought it was a man walking toward her and the main building. For a moment Rogue stayed still and watched warily as the figure approached but seeing how the guy was dressed, she had to wonder if he was new here. No one in their right mind would go out in a storm like that.

"Hey", she called out moving closer to the entrance and the man. "Did you just arrive?"

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kaze_ni_naru
2008-08-09 05:45 pm UTC (link)

Haruka walked toward the buildings, hunched over in an effort to make a smaller target for the wind to buffet about. The structure, she could see, was enormous, and comprised not one, but several buildings. Lightning flashed, illuminating a figure ahead of her, near the door to the closest building. So, the place was occupied, at least.

When the figure called out to her, Haruka couldn't help but smirk. Female voice, some sort of accent. She sounded friendly, but of course, appearances could be deceiving. But, she seemed to have some idea of what was going on, based on her question. Haruka jogged forward, running up to the girl and stopping just short of her. "Apparently so," she said. "What kind of place is this?"

The shopping bags in her hands were even heavier from the rain. She glanced at them, then at the girl. "Can we talk inside?" she asked, nodding toward the building.