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Okita Souji 沖田総司 (kumichousouji) wrote in mirage_rpg,

"I've never cooked often", he admitted. "Most of my attempts to cook involve rice, with maybe something else. I suppose it's a good thing I like rice. And that we our meals were cooked for us by people who had some idea of a slightly varied diet", he added with a slight laugh. In the earlier years of the Shinsengumi, that hadn't entirely been the case; they hadn't been, and he suppose, still weren't, a particularly rich organisation, and they made do with what they were able to get. That said, their fortunes had improved once they were instated officially and it was far less noticeable.

"Probably?" Souji half-suggested, half-answered when she asked him if it was going to rain. It wasn't definite, but as it was spitting slightly, he'd have leant towards 'yes'. One could never tell, though. There were times he'd been convinced it was about to start raining heavily and nothing had come of it. It wasn't very often, since it tended to be that if it looked like it was going to rain, chances were, it was going to rain. But this place was completely unknown, and it was impossible to say what the weather would be like. Perhaps the resulting rain or not-rain would give them an insight into the kind of climate and predictability of weather patterns they were likely to expect.

It was irritating; he hadn't done anywhere near as much exploration as he'd intended, although he certainly wasn't the type of person who'd have left someone who'd just arrived to somewhere as baffling as this by themselves, simply because it didn't match up with his own plans. Fluidity and the ability to work around sudden occurrences was a plus. "If you want to continue exploring outside until we can say for definite, that doesn't matter, but if that is the case, I'd rather stay fairly near to shelter in case it does decide to rain. As for the library, I doubt it will have anything useful in that manner; whoever's brought us here wants to keep us here. It's unlikely they'll have anything that can be used in any way for an escape". He paused and glanced across at her. "Or, if I were the type to keep people captive", the tone of his voice conveyed his distaste for the thought. "That is what I would do. It might be worth a look, though", he conceded, looking back towards the buildings.