Location: In A Magical Place Made Entirely Of Food
Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 3:45 am Post subject:
3 WEEKS LATER
Rin: Sesshoumaru-sama? Where's Jaken-sama?
Sesshoumaru: He's gone? Yes, that explains why I haven't heard any pointless, annoying ratification lately. I don't know where he is. Maybe he's gone to get a life. _________________
Anything goes eh? Awesome. Time for OC invasion ARMY!!!
BTW, I generally dislike script format, so I be using the MOAR traditional writers style. Without further ado...
The young girl flopped out upon the grass and blinked once. Just how had she gotten here? One minute she was reviewing a military parade, then next, just open sky and grassland. Hands absentmindedly plucked the hipflask from her kitel waist pocket and eyes stared upon the dulled metal. Once, it had been shiny and emblazed with gold, worthy of the highest ranking officer in the army. Now, it was simply a cheap tin flask destinied for the dust bin. She pocketed the flask away for now, as she had more important things to worry about. Such as finding a way outta here. The girl reached for a dark brown leather case, unbinding it and slipping folded coloured paper out from a panel. Fingers deftly unfolded of what seemed to be a completely hand drawn map of mountains, rivers, and green hills. She peeked over the map.
The terrain was NOTHING like what her map looked like. She sighed in frustration as she put the map away and closed the case, defeated. Placing her arms akimbo, she studied the land. Clear skies, flatland grassy meadows...and a cherry blossom tree just ahead.
She was in Japan.
'The question is, what time era?' Her hands smacked the front of her cap as she struggled to think.
"Drinking games?"
Her head immediately turned toward the voice not so far away in the distance. From what her eyes picked up, she could see a group sitting by a campfire not too far away. One worn red and had silvery hair, the others were human from what she could tell. A male in purple robes, a young girl in a pink and green yakuta, a kitty cat, a kid wearing bear fur...
A schoolgirl.
Damn, about time.
The woman tapped the belt she wore high on her waist, keeping mindful that there could possibly be threats in the area. After all, she was in Japan, where the samurai could rape women and burn down villages for no good reasons. Besides...
A black jackboot took a light step forward, revealing red piped breeches of a military uniform. Another two steps and the young girl clearly was wearing what most present day Japanese feared.
Her black cap, tunic and pure gold shoulderboards only screamed one thing:
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