Ken Amada (chuunibyou) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2016-02-10 08:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ken amada, character: owen grady |
WHO: Owen Grady & Ken Amada
WHEN: Wednesday morning
WHERE: Scourge Strip Mall
WHAT: Per Claire's request, Owen goes to track down Ken.
WARNINGS: None yet
STATUS: In progress
Ken sat on the steps that led to the second story of the strip mall, pensively stroking Koromaru's furry head and looking out into the strangely empty parking lot. That, the unnatural stillness and silence of this urban environment, was what put his nerves on edge. What reminded him of the Dark Hour. At least in Grimoire it wasn't perpetually night and the water didn't turn red like blood and people weren't encased in protective psychic coffins, so all of that was a plus. But they were trapped and, from what he had heard, there were zombies and other bizarre and frightening threats looming around every corner. It wasn't good. And...he missed his friends. That pang, that ache, was becoming more acute with each passing day and seemed to be the most difficult part of all of this, even with Koromaru at his side. He touched the Evoker tucked into the holster at his hip, thinking of home. He wondered if Akihiko and Mitsuru had realized that he was gone and, if they had, if they were worried about him. He wondered if Yukari or Fuuka or Junpei had written to him again and if he'd ever get to write back. He wondered if dying here instead of in his own world meant he wouldn't see Minato or Shinjiro or his mother again when he did. All of it hurt and he pulled in a deep breath, resolving to be strong until he could get back. These ruminations ceased abruptly as Koromaru's head jerked up, turning in the direction of a distantly visible shape. Ken looked too and soon identified the approaching shape as a man. Owen, he assumed. Maybe someone else, but the man definitely didn't look like a zombie. Standing and picking up the long spear that had been angled alongside him on the stairs, Ken waited until the man was close enough to address without raising his high, even voice. "Are you...Mr. Owen? Ms. Claire said you'd come. I'm Ken Amada." He bowed at the waist, showing what seemed to be genuine respect, and then indicated to the small, lean, white-furred shiba-inu by his feet. "And this is Koromaru." The dog yipped brightly in agreement, his fluffy tail making a few hesitant wags. |