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Okita Souji 沖田総司 (kumichousouji) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-20 16:40:00

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arrival, complete, day 4, okita souji, sonya blade

Who: Okita Souji and Sonya Blade
What: Exploring
Where: Stables
When: Day 4
Rating: PG (subject to change)
Status: In progress

He'd slept slightly better that night, although Souji couldn't say whether it was due to the fact that he had felt more fatigued, or the fact that he was marginally more used to the place. He expected, in more honesty, that it was the former. After having a wash, Souji had gotten dressed. He'd been pleased upon realising that the clothes provided were clothes similar to the one's he wore on a day-to-day basis, instead of the strange - and frankly, uncomfortable looking, not to mention movement inhibiting - clothes of the golems and westerners. Along with the fact that his room had ended up resembling his own back in Kyoto, he had been more than a little pleased to see that the medicine that Matsumoto treated him with, was also provided.

As he had not had much chance the day previous, he intended on spending this day exploring at least some of the land. He didn't expect to see anywhere near all of it, but one had to start somewhere. He'd planned on doing some exploring the day of his arrival, but he had found himself feeling tired very quickly (he imagined it was something to do with the sheer shock of waking up somewhere entirely different, and being 'welcomed' by someone who seemed to be made from wood). The weather was once again warm and pleasant, which offset some of the irritance at being here - he couldn't help but wonder how his troop were, what Hijikata and Kondou were thinking of his disappearance. Not only did it inconvenience him, it also inconvenienced the Shinsengumi. It was a small comfort to think that the others knew he wouldn't have abandoned them, that he wouldn't have tried to leave the Shinsengumi. Unfortunately, in either scenario, they would go looking for him and it seemed that it would be impossible to find him.

Nevertheless, it felt strange not walking past anyone he knew. Often, in the morning, he would see either Kondou or Hijikata - or rather, one or the other would check up on him - and he would eat breakfast with his unit. This morning, however, breakfast had been a distinctly quiet affair. He had simply ate a bowl of rice in silence, not bothering to talk to one of the few others eating breakfast at the same time as he had been, and had then promptly left. He was aware that he could, if he wanted, have eaten something different for breakfast, but habit was habit and he didn't have much of an appetite for more.

Upon stepping outside of the building (he still wasn't sure as to what kind of a building it actually was), one glance up at the sky had told him it was likely to rain. Whilst he tended to spend a large portion of his time prior to this convincing those in 'the know' that he was fine, he was perfectly aware that getting soaking wet all for the sake of exploration was a particularly great idea. Looking out in one direction, he could see what appeared to be a stable. With another glance up at the sky, he figured that if it started to rain, he could take shelter there after exploring the land around it. He'd always found the company of animals pleasant; no matter what kind of a person you were, what you might have to do in the name of duty, they were unconditionally loving. Occasionally, Okita thought that people had a lot to learn from them.

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sharpasablade
2008-06-20 02:43 pm UTC (link)

It had been a beautiful morning in Tampa, Florida when Sonya Blade was snatched from earth and brought to Mirage. It wasn't the sort of morning you'd expect to be kidnapped on but that's exactly what happened to Sonya during her jog at 6am. One moment the slender young woman was jogging along, minding her own business when she tripped. That in itself was unusual for Sonya since she ran often and wasn't the clumsy type but she braced for the fall only to see the sidewalk disappear.

In its place was green grass that softened Sonya's fall as she landed on her hands and knees. Within in mere seconds the blond was back on her feet in a simple stance with her arms loose at her side and her body balanced. Ready and alert to her surroundings, Sonya's deep brown eyes scanned the near by stables, the rural landscape, the buildings just off a little ways and the lone figure coming toward her. As both a solider and fighter Lt. Blade's natural instincts were to assess the possible dangerous in her surroundings. Aside from the man walking toward the stable, there didn't seem to be any so she relaxed slightly.

Am I in the Outworld? she silently wondered. Sonya had been transported there once before but the Outworld was a ruined realm, corrupted by Shao Kahn and this....this was nice. Beautiful even. But it's clearly another realm, the solider decided. What else could explain her sudden transportation?

Rayden's gotta be behind this....or at least I hope he is. Sonya had been kidnapped once before and that was enough to suit her for a lifetime. The only way to find out what was going on was to investigate so Sonya headed toward the man near the stables. Silently she wished whoever had brought her here would have waited until she was in her regular clothes rather than her jogging shorts, white tank and sneakers. Although I'm probably lucky they didn't haul me while I was in the shower, she decided as an after thought.

As Sonya came closer to the young man she realized he was wearing traditional Japanese grab and once more Sonya found herself wondering where she was. Was she still on earth? Had someone transported her to Japan? Sonya had been to the country before but this place didn't remind the woman of Japan. It looked like a western ranch. Japanese seemed like a safe beat language wise even though Sonya was a little rusty. "Ohayo gozaimasu. Anata wa eigo o hanashimasu ka?" Basically she said hello and asked him if he spoke English. Sonya silently hoped the answer was yes.

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kumichousouji
2008-06-20 05:09 pm UTC (link)

He'd taken a quick look at the horses, but not being a person of great knowledge when it came to animals, he'd been more or less left to differentiate between them based on height and colour. They seemed friendly enough, however. Despite the fact that he had been unnerved by the golems that appeared to constitute the workforce at this place, it seemed that they took good care of their animals, which meant something, at least. Admittedly, though, beyond the fact that he had been brought here against his will, and had been forced to participate in a cooking session, the golem didn't appear to act in any particularly detrimental manner, and whilst he had difficulty in believing that a planet was behind their actions, given their mute status, he did believe there was a higher being given them orders. As such, he couldn't entirely hold it against them. He was tempted to say that it appeared they had little will of their own beyond serving, if actions up to this point were anything to go by.

He'd paused for several minutes by the entrance to the stables, mentally debating whether he thought the weather would hold off long enough for him to do a decent amount of exploring and return. Or at least, that was what he'd been doing until he'd noticed someone walking towards him. As the person got closed, he realised they were female, and not of Asian origin. By this point, Souji was beginning to think that he really shouldn't be surprised by that fact. He thought he'd seen what was possibly a Japanese boy working in the kitchens, but he hadn't stopped long enough to ask him, and his attire hadn't been in the least bit fitting (although, when he considered it, none of the westerners were wearing attire he'd been under the impression that westerners wore - and this woman, she was wearing trousers. Didn't- He'd thought only western men wore trousers?)

He offered her a pleasant smile and bowed at her as she approached before straightening. When she spoke, however, he shot her a slightly puzzled expression - why was she, he wondered, concerned about his English when it appeared she spoke near perfect Japanese? "No, I speak only Japanese", he answered slowly, watching her for a moment. Now that he thought about - and really, he should have noticed sooner - 'I was overwhelmed' wasn't an excuse - everyone he'd come across thus far spoke Japanese. He wondered if this place - affected a person's linguistic skills. He still thought that a vast majority of it was probably as a result of some kind of higher being's influence.

After a pause, he spoke again, a thought occurring to him. "Are you lost?" It would explain the question, particularly as he was certain he hadn't come across her before.