Setsuna • Sailor Pluto (soldieroftime) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-06-23 13:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | colleen, setsuna/sailor pluto |
Who: Setsuna Meioh & Open (or narrative works)
What: Arrival at the Prison
When: Evening
Warnings: None
Where: Wilds then Prison
Rating: G it's Pluto
Setsuna had been walking for what felt like forever. And for her to say it felt like forever meant something. She lived forever, after all, and had existed since the dawn of time. She had a pack slung over her shoulders, packed tightly with clothing and goods. Her key staff was in hand, a belt of keys at her hip jingled ever so faintly. She was tired but she didn't want to stop the hike. She had seen the prison over the rise and wanted to get there as night fell. One night more out in the wilds was making her wish for a good bath. She licked her lips and pulled a canteen off her hip and took a sip from it. She savored the taste for a moment, and listened. She capped it and tucked it back into place. Setsuna was ready for anything as she strode off towards the Prison.
Long legs carried her quietly over the terrain. The solider of revolution and the guardian of time was used to solitude and silence. Not much phased her about this new world except that she had been unable to do her duty properly in a time of need. But she had judged, perhaps wrongly?, that humanity as a whole was more precious than just her Queen, and she had worried about that decision for months, now. She rarely doubted herself but this was an area she had doubt about. She mulled over it as she walked, pausing when she heard rustling in the trees, and swung her staff into position. She waited for the zombie to wander out of the tree line and into view. "Deddo Sukurīmu" she said quietly, the orb collecting the wind and energy, before she flung it out to hit the zombie right in the head, popping it off and leaving the body to collapse. She moved quickly away from the area and made her way to the Prison instead of dallying any longer.
Pluto cut a striking figure - a lanky five foot ten without her boots on - with mid-thigh length green hair, and maroon eyes. She was dressed in a simple green canvas traveling dress, with dark green pants underneath, soft doe skin boots wrapped with cord to hold them in place. She had her Senshi outfit in her bag, along with a couple carefully folded kimonos and a pair of jeans and her boots, but she wanted comfort and ease of moment for her journey. She took a deep breath as she emerged to the sight of the prison and smiled for the first time in a long time.
She approached slowly - her collection of weapons had grown over the year and now a good, true, katana was at her hip, and she didn't want people thinking she was out to attack anyone - and made her way to the gates, hoping a sentry had spotted her and sent someone out to meet her.