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Nov. 8th, 2008 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onikui_tenguThose monsters before... what happened to them? Their numbers overcame the others before, but a few days ago it suddenly dwindled like that. It makes me wonder where they were even coming from in the first place.
Still, it seems like this city has enough problems without their help. It reeks with the stench of death here...
Pointless murder. You can fight and hate each other, but even if it ends in blood, someone will always end up come back for more. That's how screwed up this place is. The dead come back in a day. There's no other reason for it, because this city has no real power, nothing worth stealing and barely any direction. We're brought here, and we adapt in it to survive. That's the way it is for any world. The only difference is that here the rules don't even exist at all.
[He takes a deep breath, and then takes a slow sip from his chawan. There is a pause.]
...
This tea is weak. Weaker than the kind we used to have back home.
Where is he, anyway? I'm getting tired of being made to sit around like this. All over a few scratches...
Still, it seems like this city has enough problems without their help. It reeks with the stench of death here...
Pointless murder. You can fight and hate each other, but even if it ends in blood, someone will always end up come back for more. That's how screwed up this place is. The dead come back in a day. There's no other reason for it, because this city has no real power, nothing worth stealing and barely any direction. We're brought here, and we adapt in it to survive. That's the way it is for any world. The only difference is that here the rules don't even exist at all.
[He takes a deep breath, and then takes a slow sip from his chawan. There is a pause.]
...
This tea is weak. Weaker than the kind we used to have back home.
Where is he, anyway? I'm getting tired of being made to sit around like this. All over a few scratches...
