Zhang Liao Wenyuan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
800isenough) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
seaofhearts2016-03-20 09:49 pm
800isenough) wrote in seaofhearts2016-03-20 09:49 pm
What is a warrior's path?
Who: Everyone!
What: Take a step back through time tofanfic Ancient China!
Where: A hodgepodge of battlefields from the Three Kingdoms era
Warnings: Corpses, blood, will edit if needed!
[The first thing he's aware off is the cold. An unpleasant yet achingly familiar bite that nips at the joints and pinches the skin. Eyes snap open to stare at white and black, and as he pulls himself off the ground his hands move automatically to brush the snow off his armour. Even in the dark though, there's no question what that looming gate in the distance was. A sharp gasp, and he's scrambling onto his feet, kicking fresh snow up behind him. Small puffs of breath escape from his mouth, but not even this chill can distract him from a quiet mounting horror when his gaze moves from the gate to the broken remnants of ships in the distance, and then further away there's the orange-red glow of flickering flames.
And even this area he's awoken in is all too familiar. Crumbling and burning houses and ruins, with rubble and charred walls. And from here he sees the bridge, and oh heavens he knows that bridge. That iron tang scent seems almost sharpened both by the cold and as the realization hits him hard. This...but this can't be Changban, it can't be Hulao Gate, it can't be Chibi, that can't be Xiapi Castle--
He didn't even realise he'd moved a step forward when his foot nudges against something on the ground, a mound covered by the snow. What does it say about him, he wonders, that he can recognize what it is from the size and shape? Carefully he pulls his foot away and steps over the corpse, taking care to maintain his calm even as he sees more and more of those snow-covered mounds scattered across the ground. And he sees the crimson stains on the snow, and it's all fresh. And there are so many.
Quickly he starts to look around for the others. If this is his world, if this is his heart, then they're all in great danger. If a child's heart can prove to be nightmare? Then gods, please protect them from his.]
What: Take a step back through time to
Where: A hodgepodge of battlefields from the Three Kingdoms era
Warnings: Corpses, blood, will edit if needed!
[The first thing he's aware off is the cold. An unpleasant yet achingly familiar bite that nips at the joints and pinches the skin. Eyes snap open to stare at white and black, and as he pulls himself off the ground his hands move automatically to brush the snow off his armour. Even in the dark though, there's no question what that looming gate in the distance was. A sharp gasp, and he's scrambling onto his feet, kicking fresh snow up behind him. Small puffs of breath escape from his mouth, but not even this chill can distract him from a quiet mounting horror when his gaze moves from the gate to the broken remnants of ships in the distance, and then further away there's the orange-red glow of flickering flames.
And even this area he's awoken in is all too familiar. Crumbling and burning houses and ruins, with rubble and charred walls. And from here he sees the bridge, and oh heavens he knows that bridge. That iron tang scent seems almost sharpened both by the cold and as the realization hits him hard. This...but this can't be Changban, it can't be Hulao Gate, it can't be Chibi, that can't be Xiapi Castle--
He didn't even realise he'd moved a step forward when his foot nudges against something on the ground, a mound covered by the snow. What does it say about him, he wonders, that he can recognize what it is from the size and shape? Carefully he pulls his foot away and steps over the corpse, taking care to maintain his calm even as he sees more and more of those snow-covered mounds scattered across the ground. And he sees the crimson stains on the snow, and it's all fresh. And there are so many.
Quickly he starts to look around for the others. If this is his world, if this is his heart, then they're all in great danger. If a child's heart can prove to be nightmare? Then gods, please protect them from his.]
no subject
He's going to die at this rate. It's probably rude to the corpses but he better be able to grab some clothes off of them otherwise he's going to have a Bad Time and die.
Possibly more than once. ]
no subject
[Harley wasn't expecting this, though there was no reason she shouldn't have, what with the sort of luck they'd had already. She'd woken to cold, teeth chattering and body rapidly losing its warmth due her her current lack of clothing. She cursed and began trudging through the snow, not seeming overly bothered by the smoldering surroundings that seemed to scream 'war' of some sort or another. She guessed that they're in Liao's Heart, as he appeared from some feudal era that might have looked like this, but the only thing she's certain of is that it isn't her Heart.
No, hers would be inside Arkham... perhaps spilling into some of the more crime infested parts of her past, or a carnival, but not this.
She tromps on for some time, raiding and pillaging what she can. The actions don't earn her too much, but a few odds and ends; and the act of searching helps to keep her warm in and of itself.
Still, by the time she's managed to find enough bodies to mismatch a warmer outfit, she's blue in the lips and faltering in her movements.
That's when she spies her first familiar figure a short distance away. She huffs out a gust of foggy air and begins trudging his way, lower half still mostly bare; she'd found boots that had been too large and pulled them over her own thigh high boots, but from mid-thigh to just about her crotch it's all skin (save for the belled tails of her top hanging low and entirely unhelpful my).]
Hinata!! [She picks up her pace, newly masked face and the hint of red/black hair peeking out from under her coats (she'd taken two off of corpses she'd encountered. Thanks super strength!)]
no subject
[ And here he is, Hinata Hajime. He's having a bit of a struggle, if only because most of the corpses don't exactly have clothes his size and are a bit small, but it's good enough. ]
It's really cold in here, isn't it? [ He can feel it in his legs. Jeans aren't the best for this shit, although his long hair makes him a little more comfortable than usual. ]