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Houwei ([personal profile] monkeystail) wrote in [community profile] rakuen2011-02-22 12:28 pm

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Characters: Huashi and anyone who takes interest!
Format: Prose preferred, but action tags are doable.
This log is: open
Location: On the steps of the main building
Summary: Huashi finally takes a look at the legend fragment she had Suzaku buy her before. Early afternoon first day of round 2.

Things had been both busy and not since she got Suzaku to buy her the link charm that connected her and Kotarou now, as well as a legend fragment. When she got it, she'd simply tucked it away, intending to look at it later. Well, that later got to be now, because while she was aware it probably would be useless, it was possibly a good idea to get a look at it.

"Okayyy... Let's see what it says, then..." Huashi muttered, both to herself and for Kotarou as she fished out the now slightly-abused scrap of folded paper out. It didn't look particularly special. The strange thing was, when she unfolded it, it was empty. And the text didn't appear afterwards either, but instead it apppeared above the paper, framed in a sort of box.

"Eh?" Huashi blinked, stared and stared some more. "That's different!"

‘This is a very simple story that everyone knows. A Knight journeys to save a Princess who is captured by the Demon Lord. One time, the Knight reached a fork in the path. One road bright and safe, the other dark and dangerous, haunted by death.’

"Pfft, anyone knows you take the dark road. That's how stories start!" But yeah, she'd been right. How was this useful at all?
discarded: Miwako Aihara (Step forward)

[personal profile] discarded 2011-02-22 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Miwako didn't want to have to fight. She didn't even want to watch the first day's matches, though she supposed it would probably be a good idea to do so... Before they started, though, she spent some time walking around getting some fresh air. It would help her calm down.

That's when she came across Huashi, the strange-looking girl who'd "owned" her for the previous week. She slowed down as she approached her and folded her hands in front of herself. "G-good morning."