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genessia2016-12-05 03:34 pm
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A Heart-Throbbing Exodus? [Action/Locked to Ted and Koishi.]
Who: Ted, Satori, and possibly Koishi
What: Ted wants Satori to leave her subarchway.
Where: Chireiden
When: December 5th
Warnings: Spontaneous hugs, being stared at and an excessive amount of grump.
Satori took her time to wait for her guest, the one who would make a passionate plea to force her to leave the underground, to leave her sub-archway. Ted had told her that archways and the like would soon take the lives of their hosts, that they were death-traps. Satori didn't believe him at all, not until he produced proof that wasn't hearsay. If someone else could confirm such a thing, perhaps, she'd consider it. And even then, her reluctance outplayed her curiosity. This was her home, after all.
Anticipating his arrival, she'd already prepared some tea and a few light snacks as birds nested amongst the windowsills, or an errant cat or two had curled up on a nearby couch. Other than that, her pets had left her be, for now, sensing that she was feeling some sort of discontent. Scribbles had taken a seat in her lap, trying to calm her down some, a rough and furry ball of warmth. A couple rooms now sported a couple modern conveniences, such as a set of speakers, a small television and a reasonably priced computer. That hadn't replaced her writing desk any, but it helped increase her appreciation of the new kinds of music she was exposed to, lately. Never too old to appreciate metal or jazz. A couple rooms now sported a couple modern conveniences, such as a set of speakers, a small television and a reasonably priced computer. That hadn't replaced her writing desk any, but it helped increase her appreciation of the new kinds of music she was exposed to, lately. Never too old to appreciate metal or jazz. She'd even bought a little music player at Koishi's insistence. And despite or possibly in spite of these distractions, Satori was still roughly the same as always.
What: Ted wants Satori to leave her subarchway.
Where: Chireiden
When: December 5th
Warnings: Spontaneous hugs, being stared at and an excessive amount of grump.
Satori took her time to wait for her guest, the one who would make a passionate plea to force her to leave the underground, to leave her sub-archway. Ted had told her that archways and the like would soon take the lives of their hosts, that they were death-traps. Satori didn't believe him at all, not until he produced proof that wasn't hearsay. If someone else could confirm such a thing, perhaps, she'd consider it. And even then, her reluctance outplayed her curiosity. This was her home, after all.
Anticipating his arrival, she'd already prepared some tea and a few light snacks as birds nested amongst the windowsills, or an errant cat or two had curled up on a nearby couch. Other than that, her pets had left her be, for now, sensing that she was feeling some sort of discontent. Scribbles had taken a seat in her lap, trying to calm her down some, a rough and furry ball of warmth. A couple rooms now sported a couple modern conveniences, such as a set of speakers, a small television and a reasonably priced computer. That hadn't replaced her writing desk any, but it helped increase her appreciation of the new kinds of music she was exposed to, lately. Never too old to appreciate metal or jazz. A couple rooms now sported a couple modern conveniences, such as a set of speakers, a small television and a reasonably priced computer. That hadn't replaced her writing desk any, but it helped increase her appreciation of the new kinds of music she was exposed to, lately. Never too old to appreciate metal or jazz. She'd even bought a little music player at Koishi's insistence. And despite or possibly in spite of these distractions, Satori was still roughly the same as always.