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( OPEN ) come with me, stay with me
WHO: Shiro + ???
WHERE: The canal boat & various.
WHEN: All through April.
WHAT: Catch-all for quests and whatever else.
WARNINGS: tba.
WHERE: The canal boat & various.
WHEN: All through April.
WHAT: Catch-all for quests and whatever else.
WARNINGS: tba.
[ Fight with a close friend. Make someone cry. Give someone a near-death experience.
Whatever kind of sadist is behind the so-called quests, Shiro has long since decided he doesn't like them.
After taking a chance on becoming an actual lion and finding no real payoff in the wind, his faith in "F" has been scrubbed down to the minuses and any enthusiasm to play their games is hard-won. One of the Blue-marked himself, he tries to sidestep any confrontations that might provoke someone into playing by the morbid rules and mostly spends his days on the canal-boat at the docklands when he isn't scavenging for food. Some salted fish from an inland lake where he starts fishing (and can be found in the mornings) begin to stack up in his and Keith's home, strung over the stove for a warm, chewy snack if the urge strikes, and the vegetables they root out mean a stew is usually simmering in wait for hungry men to come looking.
He likes the library, exploring what he can and finding frustration awaits when he can't. The empty houses in the blue, red, and yellow districts have a creepy haunted quality that he braves only when he and Keith need something homely in a hurry, bedsheets or a small cabinet. It feels like grave-robbing the grey homes which doesn't sit well with him, despite knowing they have no other choice.
And if his evenings aren't spent with Keith for whatever reason he can sometimes be found on the roof of the boat, stargazing.
It's always easy to find Shiro; his arm never stops glowing, day or night. ]
Whatever kind of sadist is behind the so-called quests, Shiro has long since decided he doesn't like them.
After taking a chance on becoming an actual lion and finding no real payoff in the wind, his faith in "F" has been scrubbed down to the minuses and any enthusiasm to play their games is hard-won. One of the Blue-marked himself, he tries to sidestep any confrontations that might provoke someone into playing by the morbid rules and mostly spends his days on the canal-boat at the docklands when he isn't scavenging for food. Some salted fish from an inland lake where he starts fishing (and can be found in the mornings) begin to stack up in his and Keith's home, strung over the stove for a warm, chewy snack if the urge strikes, and the vegetables they root out mean a stew is usually simmering in wait for hungry men to come looking.
He likes the library, exploring what he can and finding frustration awaits when he can't. The empty houses in the blue, red, and yellow districts have a creepy haunted quality that he braves only when he and Keith need something homely in a hurry, bedsheets or a small cabinet. It feels like grave-robbing the grey homes which doesn't sit well with him, despite knowing they have no other choice.
And if his evenings aren't spent with Keith for whatever reason he can sometimes be found on the roof of the boat, stargazing.
It's always easy to find Shiro; his arm never stops glowing, day or night. ]
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