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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.]
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[He thought he'd never see that cruel, serrated blade ever again. The real sword had been lost in the chaos that followed the tyrant's death, but the glint on the blade is as sharp as the edges, a cold, unforgiving light almost seems to glare right back at him.
And then, there's a cat. Liao approaches the graveyard and the feline carefully, with all warrior instincts turned on and ready to react at a moment's notice.]
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Ah, respected warrior... you are the one responsible for this, are you not? Perhaps you can help me solve this?
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But he keeps his queries to himself. His shoulders are still tense, but at least the cat doesn't seem too hostile.]
Very well. Speak, and I will do what I can.