3/18/2003
04:05
PM
Logfile
from Chase II.
Tomite
The
slightly tousled brush of sloe-black hair tickles at the nape of his neck as
the dark and straight fringe cascades over his forehead to oft overshadow
perceptive gaze. Irises of a stormy sea green lashed with fog and foam are set
in almond-shaped eyes, framed with lashes as dark as his hair. Youthful
features are harshly angled, the strict lines drawn with the descendant of the
same native blood that grants his skin its dusky cast. With his pronounced
features and despite the gaunt appearance, a lithe grace characterizes his
slightly less than average height as the low swell of toned muscles leave his
wiry form svelte.
It is a
return to the period clothes. Pale blue pants that envelope his legs are tucked
into a pair of darker blue boots that are trimmed with a wide band of yellow
about the top. A long-sleeved shirt of pale blue tops him as well, again loose
but ending in cuffs of that dark blue and yellow once more. Over the top of
that is a dark blue vest and a long split cloth of the same blue and yellow
trip that drops down to just past his knees all sinched with a blue sash.
Topping his head is that hat. You know the one. A strap crosses over his chest,
keeping a quiver to his back.
He is
awake and looks alert.
Tundra
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Surrounded
by mountains this area of the tundra can be the most chilling and treacherous
in Hokkan. The winds blow strong down the foothills and send arid, freezing
temperatures over the land. Nothing remotely close to vegetation grows and even
the animals are scarce. What wild dogs do show themselves only come out when
the winds have ceased. The majority of animal indications are shown by the
ivory bone's of creatures in the snow that were chilled to death while trying
to cross this region. The fighting has been bad here, as shown by disturbed
earth and several war camps scattered through the hills.
Byakko(#168)
and Hatsui(#253) are here.
Exits:
Tolan (to Hokkan)
Blue Tent (to Blue Tent)
Green Tent (to Green Tent)
Yellow Tent (to Yellow Tent)
It's
the strangest thing. At first Chase is right where he belongs, and then he's
not. The front will simply fade into being for him, and he's going to find
himself much younger, exactly as he was before.
Hatsui
has been having more oh-sh*t moments here than anywhere else, really, but
pulling her hat and mittens off as she slips out of the blue tent, pulling a
bit of a face before she composes herself. She herself is older than she was
even in their current world, dressed in her favorite clothes from that point.
Weaving through soldiers doing their daily tasks, she ignores any strange looks
or comments as she heads for the command tent -- that is to say, the green one.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"
Its the kind of thing you might hear someone yell out when on a roller coaster.
It is the kind of thing that Tomite is currently managing at this moment. He
stumbles forward a step, hands extending wide to the sides as he peers over the
area. "Uhm..." Head turns to the side, and that durn hat falls over
his face. The hat. "Oh great Genbu..."
Yes,
that was a familiar voice -- and the yell sends soldiers scrambling to their
feet to look for the source of the disturbance. Hatsui herself is caught by
surprise, eyes widening in surprise. Not that she's hard to find; she's the
same chi beacon as ever.
Wait
for it... Tomite comes racing around a tent suddenly, skidding over the ground
to come to a stop just shy of Hatsui. Well, a much different but vaguely
familiar Hatsui at that. He stares at her for a long moment, and then abruptly
bursts into laughter. "I'm not dreaming, am I?"
Hatsui
The
same shy delicacy that a pale pink tea-rose embodies is given human form in
Hatsui; there is little about her that does not speak of fragility, from her
less-than-five-foot height to the delicate planes of her face. The rose's shade
also makes itself known -- rather prettily, one must note -- in her braided,
beribboned hair, each braid ending in either a tiny, crystalline bead, a few
shorter braids framing her face and softening her overly-fragile looks. Her
build is light, her body lithe and slender, showing few curves -- she is
sylph-like in her structure, her grace otherworldly, and the overall impression
is that of a faerie woman having become mortal.
Hokkanese
clothing adorns her; heavy, soft wool has been made into a quilted jacket dyed
a pale, almost pastel blue. Form-fitting in spite of its weight, it covers a
lighter dress and falls down to Hatsui's ankles, edged in pale yellow and
covered in embroidery where the quilting ends. Beneath the coat, the dress
makes a quiet contrast with the pale blue coat, dyed as it is in the same pale
yellow as the coat's edging. Everything is richly embroidered, but a touch
shabby in spots, as though lovingly repaired, but worn nonetheless. Beneath all
the warm clothing are a pair of boots that seem somewhat newer than the rest,
sheepskin forming the outside, warm felt on the inside. To top it all off, a
triangular hat covers most of Hatsui's long braids, rabbitskin earflaps tied
down around her ears. Overall, the bulky clothing makes her look all the more
waifish.
She is
awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
"Ha,
ha. I wish," Hatsui says, then latches onto him. "Come on, we're
going to talk to Uruki before he comes to hunt us down, and in this particular
time, I don't think that's a really good idea, and Namame's still sleeping, and
before you ask, he's fine, though I think he's going to try to kill me for me
leaving without him, but anyway, let's go. And I feel sorry for Yasashiku --
that's Dylan now, but he couldn't come back with us, so he's... yeah. Anyway,
let's go!" Tugtugtug.
Tomite
is tugged along, not giving much in the way of resistance at all. "I
just... I... Okay." *scamper-scamper* Is he giggling?
Hatsui
leaves for Green Tent.
Green Tent
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Larger
than most, this tent contains one large table with several chairs, the surface
covered in maps and leaving little room for more than planning. A large,
portable bed takes up one side, while a smaller cot rests off to one side, both
set upon a multitude of rugs carrying the distinctive markings of nobility.
There is a rack for weaponry, though little of that space is used, and several
lamps have been hung from the ceiling, giving off a serviceable amount of light
as well as much needed heat.
Yasashiku(#321),
Uruki(#287), and Hatsui(#253) are here.
Exit:
Out (to Tundra)
Yasashiku
is kissed? Well /that/ isn't what he'd been expecting, and the blush? Yes, it's
there. "I..notice?" Oh, this
is a confused servant, but he's been given information, and he has to convey
it. "Ie, Uruki-sama has no need to
apologize to me. Tomite-sama is coming as well. I.." He's scared, yep. He'd crawl under one of
the cots if he were alone and if he thought it might help. "I should get
tea for them as well?" All of this is getting so strange, so he's going to
keep doing normal things until he forces reality to come back!
Hatsui
drags a giggling Tomite into the tent, an amused expression upon her face. Yes,
while her eyes are blue in modern-day, they're more of a deep purple now, but
that's about the only difference. She sweeps a bow to Uruki, letting go of
Tomite's hand and barely stifling an amused grin at Yasashiku's situation.
You'd think the poor man'd be grateful. "Hatsui reporting, as well as the
newly-arrived Tomite, Uruki," she says, her voice light. "Namame's
here as well."
Tomite
has that lousy hat clutched to his chest as he is drug in by Hatsui. Yes, he is
actually giggling now and again. Clearly this all hasn't quite caught up to him
yet. "This is great," he manages, smiling near from ear to ear.
Finally though, he manages to keep his feet, still snickering, only to blink
across to Uruki and Yasahiku, and then blink again. "Heh."
Uruki
eyes Hatsui then Tomite, and starts laughing softly, "Hatsui, I can't
actually yell at you for being at the front, can I? Not if we're all showing up
here. What of Inami, Urumiya or Hikitsu? Any sign of them yet?" The hat
Tomite holds is blinked at, though the gaze from himself to Shiku isn't missed
either. "Yasashiku, Tomite. He's Dylan in the other world. That's why they
look similar. I don't know if Hatsui told you that or not." That ought to
make the servant wonder even more.
Yasashiku
is just not going to understand this-must be a seishi thing- though he's not
exactly moving just yet. He has to wait until he's told what to do, because
he'd asked a question, and walking away before it's answered hasn't occurred to
him just yet. Waitaminute? He's who? Nuh-uh! This servant at least knows who he
is. Protest? No, not going to do that.
"Believe
me, I don't want to be here, and I'm sure poor Yasashiku would have had a lot
easier time if I'd wound up in Tolan," Hatsui replies, chuckling in return
before she tries to step on Tomite's foot. "Tomite, you're completely
nuts. And in a good way, but still, you giggling is disturbing me. Here, let me
help with making tea, unless Uruki has other orders for me?" She moves
towards Yasashiku. "I'm fine, before you ask. Yasashiku's shielding
me."
"She
mentioned it, outside." And Tomite is pointing a thumb over his shoulder
in addition to the comment. Sheesh, that smile on his face simply won't go
away. Such a happy seishi. Hatsui's foot stomping is narrowly avoided, and
responded too with a smirk. "No, I'm not. And this is great." He said
that before though, didn't he? Ah well.
Namame
has arrived from Tundra.
Inami
has arrived from Tundra.
"I'm
not sure great would be the word I'd use, Tomite. We're still at the front, and
there is still a war being fought here. I'm going to need to figure out what
day it even is and look over my logs and maps. I don't want to lose the war yet
simply because Setsuna was dumped into Uruki from the past," the flustered
seishi replies. "Which means I hardly have orders for you, Hatsui. You
weren't ever here before. Neither was Tomite." There was a mention of tea
somewhere, wasn't there. Again Shiku is looked at and Uruki smiles kindly,
"Tea would be fine."
Yasashiku
would have had an easier time if Hatsui had ended up in Tolan! He's just not
going to admit that, because the seishi? He'd like to know what was put into
their tea. o.O "I .." Oh, right, he can't tell Hatsui no, even if
she's been inhaling too many fumes. ..and she's telling on him! Never mind the
fact that Uruki already seems to know, and that everything went from normal to
insane in about five seconds. "It's already made, I'll bring it." Be glad he's just not running away outright.
She's
not specifically telling on him, mostly because Uruki does already know and
mentioned it. There's a technicality there that's a distinct difference.
"Thank you, Yasashiku," she says with a warm smile for the servant. "And
I know, Uruki. Believe me, I know why you kept me from here now." She
tilts her head back to look at Tomite upside-down, rolling her eyes.
"You're insane."
"Yeah,"
Tomite mutters to Uruki before taking a few steps over to peer out the entrance
flap of the tent and watch all the activity without. Ohhhhh, how he'd love to
go out there and join the soldiers. He flickers a glance to the others, but is
looking without once more. Anana's words are responded to with another vague
wave of his hand. "I know. I know."
Namame
has found Inami, innit that great? ...or something. He's had a few seconds to
figure out that everything is who they should be, and that it's all good, but
Hatsui? "You stubborn woman, you
didn't wake me up. Damnit, I had to make half a dozen excuses before I found
Inami." And Tomite? "That
giggling's getting on my nerves, boy."
Hah! Because he can call him a boy! It's true! Maybe this wasn't such a
bad idea, after all. "Saa.. this isn't good. You know they're gonna want
us to fight if we're all here. Well, everyone but Hatsui and Uruki."
Inami
shoulders his way into the tent, although he quite literally has to stoop to
get inside. Thankfully, this tent is actually big enough to accomodate his
height and bulk, unlike the others.
"Hi." He states, calmly, folding his hands across his armored
chest. "Someone mind catching me
up?"
Uruki
watches the entrance of the others, shaking his head, "So that leaves
Hikitsu and Urumiya. I should send word for the camp sentries to be on the look
out for them both. Not that they're presence will be questioned directly."
Namame is nodded to, "They'll want that, but it doesn't mean they'll get
it. I'm concerned about the rumors that will circulate at the fact that so many
of us are gathered here in one place. They'll think we have a large offensive
in mind, which, while tempting, is not what happened before. There must be
something else. I only wish I knew what." The seishi is finding it odd to
be one of the oldest people in the tent at the moment.
Yasashiku
is finding it odd, but that's because there are so many people in the tent
right now, and all of them seishi! He's just going to focus on tea, because
that is at least somewhat normal, even if he's dealing out more of the stuff in
five minutes than he's had to in a full day. "If anyone notices, they can
be kept from saying anything." And
he's saying nothing more than that! The tea is placed on the table, and the
maps moved aside carefully. The tension
may make him cross-eyed in a bit.
"And
Takiko, too," Hatsui points out quietly. "We're here to get the
shinzaho and our summoning scroll, but how we're supposed to get both, I don't
know; in order to get the shinzaho, we need to summon, and in order to summon,
we need to use the scroll." She turns to Namame, pulling a face at him.
"I couldn't sleep anymore, and /you/ needed the rest after everything.
And... Tomite, no. Stay here, we need to talk first." Looking amongst
those there, her gaze falls upon Yasashiku for a moment before she nods to
Uruki. "What happened before is not going to happen the same way. I don't
think it can, with us knowing. If, in truth, Ash comes back with us -- and I
can't imagine that she'd let Hikitsu come without her -- she knows what she'll
face, and I know what /I/ face."
Tomite
smirks once more, namely at Namame, "I don't giggle... much." Sixteen
again. Sheesh. It's bad enough being eighteen, but dropping back in age isn't
making that elusive 21 any closer. Inami's presence garners a blink and a grin,
"Hey, big guy." But he is back to looking outside again, an almost
eager light to his eyes. "And can I fight... while we wait for the others?
I swear I won't go and get myself killed or anything again. Just for a little
bit? Pleeeeeease?" Hikitsu isn't here to smack him upside the head, so he
better put in the request now. He is frowning though at Hatsui's words, finally
paying attention once more to those in the tent with something of a frown.
Namame
didn't need to hear that! "We're not summoning." There's no request, just the statement. "I don't need that much damned sleep,
we got things to think about." Which he's going to leave entirely up to
Uruki. "Tch, fighting, what the hell do you think this is, a game? There's
no fighting yet, or I wouldn't have made it here so fast. Things got quiet on
the border, but that won't last long."
Things only get quiet when it's going to get bad, he knows that
much. "What'd you think, Uruki?"
Inami
isn't understanding the whole topic just yet, but if there's one thing he
understands, it's food. He takes one of
the teacups and flashes a sheepish smile to the servant, reaching up with his
free hand to rub at the back of his head somewhat sheepishly. He elects to maintain silence until he gets
a better clue, so he'll just settle for drinking the tea dry. Mmmmm. Hot tea.
"We're
going to have to summon before we get the shinzaho? Damnit!" Okay, so
Uruki normally doesn't swear. "Hatsui, if that's the way things work out,
then you and I won't be around to take that shinzaho back. I can only hope we'd
be throw out of these bodies before that happens." Not a happy seishi.
It's all giving him a headache. Knowing the time and place of one's own death
does that to a person. "Namame is right, however, things are quiet. I can
sense that. If events are being reordered because of our presence here, then
I'm not sure how things are going to play out. Howeve,r Tomite, you are not
here for a vacation. None of us are."
Yasashiku
doesn't understand these things, but, like Inami, he understands food and its
place in gatherings like this. A large plate is set near the middle of the
table with what might pass for cookies in a camp like this. At least they're
sweet enough, and it might lift the mood of the place just a little. The
mention of summoning gets a quick glance from the servant, but he moves back to
his work, and hopefully out of notice. Bodies? Ok, that's going to mess with
him. These seishi are either insane or just plain strange.
"If
things go the same way," Hatsui replies quietly. "But in order to
summon in our time, to bond the Yin gods with our own, we will either need the
shinzaho or the summoning scroll and all of us. Which means that none of us can
be allowed to die or be absent from the time in which we find ourselves doing
it. All four of the priestesses, all twenty-eight of the seishi." She
whirls upon Tomite, looking frustrated enough to try kicking the too agile
seishi in the shins. "We're not, not, /not/ going to wind up fighting
unless we /have/ to, Tomite, get that?" She rubs her forehead tiredly.
"The Byakko shinzaho is already in our real world, which might mean that
ours is, too. Maybe the scroll's the best thing to try to get." Sweets!
She automatically reaches for a cookie, giving Shiku a grateful look for the
sugar-containing food.
Tomite
sighs faintly, actually rather disappointed, before turning back about to watch
the others with arms folding over his chest. He apparently grows quiet while
listening to the others. "Okay, okay," he mutters. That just means
he'll have to sneak out later, and that's just fine with him. Yep. "So,
where is the scroll? We know where that is, right?"
Namame
points at Tomite. "No fighting,
it's final. I'll follow you all over this camp if I have to. You listen to
Hatsui, even I'm not going out unless I absolutely have to." He's turning down a fight? "Not unless
Uruki says I have to, and that's final. We're here for a job. We do it and we
leave. Once your brother gets here, you'll settle down." He'll be here, that's a given. "You know it's there? If we take the
scroll, though, what happens here? I mean, unless we have two, which I guess is
possible."
Inami
snags a handful of cookies and munches on them, with a rumbling sigh. "How
do we get home once we have what we need?
Will this affect the past at all?"
He finally asks, frowning ponderously.
"Asking for nobody to die is.. A pretty tall order."
"Tch,
I don't give orders, but I need to find out what the hell is going on
here." Namame isn't happy about
this at all. No. "I'll be back in
an hour." He's going to check the
area by the border? Probably. "We need to find out exactly when this
is."
Namame
leaves for Tundra.
Uruki
watches Namame depart, nodding to the departing seishi. "I think the best
thing is for us to remain in the camp until we know what Genbu has in store for
us. Especially until the other two arrive. I am hoping that Takiko is not
following as well. I need to sit and think about this one. Hatsui, are you
going to be alright here for now?"
Yasashiku
is going to just hide over here with the things he'd taken over to be mended,
all of them Uruki's, and most of them torn from trips out onto the battlefield.
Blushing? Yep, but at least this servant knows when to keep his mouth shut, and
that time is now. He's not going to leave just yet, because there are things to
be taken care of, and there are people here! Crazy people, granted, but he'd
have to actually go past them to get out of the tent, if he had the inclination
to run, and he doesn't at this point.
"I'm
fine, if Yasashiku can hold the shielding on me," Hatsui replies firmly,
"And I can tolerate it even if not, if I can get to sleep. I'm not going
to burn myself out trying to ease everyone's pain. I know enough not to do
that, and that it'd kill me to try." The look she tosses Yasashiku is a
combination of amusement and sympathy; the poor man hasn't a clue and doesn't
seem to want to get one.
Tomite
looks after Namame, and then frowns deeper. He seems to consider for a moment,
shoves the hat on his head and starts for the tent flap as well. "I'll be
back when the others show up." And that is all the warning his is going to
give before darting out as well. Take a moment to hunt and peck through the
camp in the hopes of finding his bow, drool over it for a bit, get himself a
horse, and try to not get into too much trouble that the other's will find out
about. And in no particular order.
Inami
plunks down and folds his hands behind his head lazily. He likes it in here, so
he'll just rest in here a while.. Because, well, he's a sucker for
cookies. "You know, if you need
other shielding, I should be able to put a few on you." He murmurs, but doesn't seem overly
worried.. He trusts his fellow seishi. Maybe he's just nuts like that. "...Well, if you agree to never set me
up on another date again, that is."
>.> He hasn't forgotten. Nosiree.