I'm gonna start a village...
...on the mainland.
M!A Status: None
[Independent Neya Muito from Itsuwaribito]
Luck of the Draw - Closed RP
If she wanted an honest answer right now, he actually.. just wanted to sleep. He was drained, and his consciousness was fading. Still, he made an attempt to sit up, using the wall as support. Turning his tired gaze to her once more, he sighed.
"What do you want..?" He asked. Why did she even care? He was a criminal, and to her, probably a scumbag as well. And it wasn’t as if he’d ever done anything notably nice for her or any of her friends, exactly.. So he supposed she had every right to dislike him.. So why was she even bothering to talk to him. In fact, to him, it even seemed she was actually checking if he was all right..
Well, one things for sure, Hisago was definitely a jerk, a good for nothing low down trickster that tried to kill them. But, she didn’t have the heart to just abandon someone when they needed help, even if they were sworn enemies. It was obvious to her that Hisago probably wouldn’t be able to attack her even if he wanted to in this pathetic state. Neya studies him briefly, blinking when he tiredly turns to her. It was still pretty damp outside, and if he didn’t get inside somewhere at least, she knew Hisago probably wouldn’t last for more than a few days at best.
"You’re not going to get better by sitting outside on the ground." She decides she would help him out, then be on her way. Moving even closer so she could ease up near his side, Neya lifts one of his arms with one hand, throwing it over her shoulder and slides the other near his lower back. "Come on, stand up." There was this abandoned shack on the edge of town she remembers passing by. One of the villagers mentioned occasionally travelers stay there when they are unable to afford a room at an inn, so it should be more than enough for a sickly thing like Hisago.
one time I had a dream that Itsuwaribito Utsuho got an anime and I watched a few episodes but for some reason had to stop but then I woke up and
Maybe its a premonition
Luck of the Draw - Closed RP
Vaguely, he could hear a voice saying his name, and slowly he lifted his head, opening tired eyes to stare up at Neya. It took him a moment or two to figure out who he was even looking at, and when he did, he sighed. Well, that was just great. It was bad enough that he was fading in and out of consciousness, and covered in sweat from a horribly high fever, but now that kid and his friends were in this town, too, and he’d been found. The last thing he wanted was to be locked up again. Especially being sick.. No one cared about a sick prisoner.. Most who were ill in those cells wasted away and died.
Staring at her in silence, Hisago almost seemed for a moment like he would get to his feet and either attack Neya or try to flee the scene. But nothing of the sort came to pass, as he simply slid further and lay on the ground, panting slightly as he closed his eyes again. If it weren’t for his labored breathing, he may have almost appeared to have dropped dead.
So it was Hisago. Her eyes narrow at his reaction, it was… an unexpected response and now that she thought about it, taking a short moment to look at the male and study him curiously. He didn’t look too hot. A part of her wanted to just leave him here, but Neya knew it wouldn’t sit right with her to leave him in such a state.
"…" She steps closer to Hisago and crouches beside his head, watching him breathe shallowly for a moment. Neya was about to touch his forehead but freezes when her hand is just inches away, what if this was some sort of trick, to get her to drop her guard and his cronies pop out of nowhere and ambush her. But, if it was a trick, wouldn’t something have happened by now?
Pressing her hand gently to his forehead, she pulls it back after a few seconds, Hisago was burning up. Running a hand through his hair, she notes its dampness, had he been out in the rain earlier? Well no wonder he’s got a fever.
Now she really couldn’t just leave him here all by himself. Gently Neya nudges his shoulder. “Hey, can you sit up?”
Luck of the Draw - Closed RP
Well, this was just perfect.. He felt like absolute crud now, after he’d spent the morning out in pouring rain that had only just stopped half an hour ago. His body felt like it was on fire, and he could hardly breathe for the sake of his throat being so dry, and sore. Shaking his head, he made his way to an alley and leaned back against the wall. He couldn’t be sick.. That was just ridiculous.. But if he was sick, he would have to find a doctor, or someone who could help him, and that would cost money.. Something he didn’t really have right now.
"Damn.." He murmured, glancing out at the few people in the village that had ventured out after the rain had stopped, before he slid down the wall to sit on the ground. Maybe.. He could just wait it out, keep out of sight in the alley, and rest. If he was really sick, maybe it would just..cure itself. His vision started to blur as he looked out at the people again, and soon he found himself sweating from the fever, his breathing heavy and forced. Already, he was beginning to lose consciousness.. This was bad..
Neya was sitting on the back porch of one of the inns their group had stayed the night at, staring blankly at the horizon. She takes a deep breath and releases it with a light sigh, there was something about the fresh scent of rain that just, relaxed her. After the stunning revelation that their next stop for another treasure would lead them back to her hometown, Sasaka. Neya wasn’t ready to face her past just yet, so she had left the room in a hurry and when the others came looking for her she managed to convince them to hold off their trip for just another day.
Today was their last day in this village. Perhaps she should take a walk to get her mind off what was soon to come. Grabbing a small sheet of parchment paper, Neya writes a quick note saying that she went out for a walk and tapes it to Pochi’s forehead then heads into town. The streets were fairly empty seeing as how it had just finished raining not too long ago, hm maybe while she out she could grab a bite to eat or something. Making her way through a back alley in order to shorten the distance to the market place, Neya pauses when she spots a flash of red and white.
It couldn’t be…
Blinking a few times she turns slowly and peers down at the slumped figure, eyes growing wide, Neya gasps. It was Hisago! He was supposed to be locked up, how the heck did he escape from prison? Stiffening, the teen begins backing away and glancing around for his companions. After a moment passed and nothing happens, Neya decides to move closer to the seated red head.
- Send in ⁇ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours while bathing
Eyes growing wide at the sight of a familiar scarred back, Neya withheld the squeak that had nearly escaped her when she walked into the baths. She must not have been paying much attention for her to do something so idiotic as walk into the wrong bath area, but luckily Uzume seemed to be too lost in thought to notice her.
This gave her time to ease her way back towards the entrance, that is until she bumped into a stray toiletries bucket causing Uzume to snap out of his trance and look in her direction.
"Eh?" Blinking a few times, he squints at Neya. "Nee-chan? What are you doing here? Did you come to wash too?" A warm smile spreads across his face and he waves her over, splashing the water a little. "Come on in, the water’s nice and hot!"
"N-No thanks! I-I got the wrong room!" She quickly high tails it out of there, "Enjoy your bath!"
I get so self-conscious when I reply to anything, because sometimes I feel like I play my muse boring, and that my writing style isn’t very interesting to read. I feel like the people I rp with only do it to be polite, or they had certain expectations for me and I let them down.