Isamu Nitta ([personal profile] musubi) wrote2010-06-14 04:47 am
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tenth breath ✧ voice/written/action

[If you're awake in the early morning hours, you might just hear frantic panting coming from your journal. If you're lucky enough to live on the 5th floor of complex #7, this would have been preluded by a scream from down the hallway.]

Hello? Hello? ...Shit. Shit.

[And then written:]

Hello?

[ action ] because I totally didn't forget this at all <<;;

[identity profile] one-green-eye.livejournal.com 2010-06-24 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Turning the corner, Naoki will see what Ginko sees.

A wide swath of ceiling covered with glowing snail-like creatures, which start to stir at the approaching sounds. Some of them twine towards Ginko as if drawn-]


Looks like quite a colony. I have no idea why it's here, though...

[ action ] Nnnope. |D

[identity profile] denyingreasons.livejournal.com 2010-06-24 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Naoki stops, stares up--and no, his skin isn't crawling. Really. He lowers his voice into a mutter, eyeing them.]

Man, that's a lot of 'em. So, how can you...

[ action ]

[identity profile] causeblocked.livejournal.com 2010-06-24 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
Oh come on, this isn't even fair...

[Isamu's just going to be standing in the doorway, frowning. If he hadn't just temporarily lost his hearing, he might have thought they were both toying with him.]

[ action ]

[identity profile] one-green-eye.livejournal.com 2010-07-04 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ignoring Isamu's frowns and Naoki's slight alarm, Ginko raises a hand towards the swarm-- which just as quickly vanishes, in long ribbons of yellow-green.]

Looks like they've relocated. [He'll turn his attention to his box again, mixing another compound out of paper packets-- and instructing it to be spread around the darker corners of the house, to keep out those unwanted tenants. Eventually, he'll pack up his things--and head for the next patient who's hailed him, leaving an aura of awesome in his wake... so that this thread is not left hanging for an interminable length of time by the mun. Who is flaky.

The End. 8D
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