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Tweak says, "Ain't nobody got time for that"

Okami Ametarasu (okamiofthesun) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-14 16:53:00

Current mood:	anxious
Entry tags:	!dropped, amaterasu, day 11, location: gym, open, sid jenkins

When others tell you to turn around...
Who: Amaterasu and OTA (Sid or Tink, maybe?)
What: She's surveying what damage is done to everyone, and how she can help out.
When: Day 11. 9 am-ish?
Where: Gym
Rating: TBA, probably not very high, though.
Status: Active

It had been worse than Ammy imagined, the earthquakes, anyway. Lots of blood, and just about every trail, blood or just words, led her towards the gym. Her head swirled with possibilities, and none of them were filled with sunshine and happiness.

She wormed herself through the wreckage of the opening, with little damage done to her slowly healing leg and back. Once she was able to move around without too much of a noticable limp, she walked as best she could towards the area where the injured were, and as careful and quiet as a moonless night, krept through the rows of cots for the injured or even familiar faces; or, if someone just needed a faithful companion.

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okamiofthesun
2009-06-14 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Amaterasu didn't sleep, either. She was busy the whole night, forcing herself to stay focused on finding that thing in the journals. Perhaps she was just a person now, without much power, but she would keep her promise, regardless. The moment it (that thing in the weird scrolls that reminded her of her arch nemesis, Yami) stepped into the glass prison, she would try her damnedest to tear it to shreds.

Once she heard a noise, her stance changed from cautious to alert mode, complete with her lips pulled back in a mockery of a wolf's warning, but relaxed when nothing seemed to happen.

Ammy turned on the pads of her feet, ignoring the searing pain in her leg and back (all that running made her wounds stay open, if not worse) as she faced Sid. She approached him calmly, like an old friend, but softly, choosing not to stare at his injury. "I think so. You?" She was careful not to be loud, to allow the ones who were sleeping their rest. Her voice was soft, and sweet, despite her obvious injuries.

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