ext_292601 ([identity profile] darkitydarkness.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2007-12-20 05:04 pm

Umbrael Goes to Town!

Who: Umbrael, and whoever wants to run into him.
What: Umbrael gives in and heads into the village for shelter and stuff.
When: Several hours after he wakes up here, a bit after his journal entry/conversation here, and, uh, yeah.
Where: The edge of the forest, close to the village.
Summary: On the one hand, the village is full of humans/humanoids. On the other hand, it is snowy and cold outside.
Rating: Shouldn't get over PG, really.


Umbrael hesitated at the edge of the forest. Yes, hesitated. Powerful as he was at home, here, ugh, here, he was not, so he had to be a little more careful than he normally would. Especially since his past visits to human/human-ish towns didn't usually end well.

He considered how he was going to enter the village, if he should try to be discrete, or if he should just announce his presence, but quickly realized that it really didn't matter - since his ultimate goal was to get inside and out of the cold, there was a pretty good chance that everyone else that was stuck there was going to see him anyway. And hey, maybe by now they'd be so used to seeing weird stuff, they wouldn't overreact to a giant lizard/dinosaur/dragony-thing.

Or, they'd be so paranoid, they'd assume he was a monster and attack him anyway.

"Fff, I'm one to talk about paranoia," he hissed to himself, rolling his eyes. Yes, even he thought he was being ridiculous sometimes, but it never hurt to be careful.

Umbrael stared a little longer, sighed, and started towards the village.

[identity profile] frostbit.livejournal.com 2007-12-21 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Hitsugaya was making his way back to the housing complex after practicing for a few hours with the new guitar. What had meant to be a simple stress reliever became quite the opposite when he realized he didn't recognize the song he was playing. The worst part was that after constant playing, he unconsciously drilled the melody into his mind.
"Tch," he hissed into the cold air. "What the hell's it called...?"

The white-haired boy twitched his wings irritably, lost in thought. So uncharacteristically lost in thought that he walked right into a scaly rock. He cursed under his breath upon impact. Wait... what? He blinked. His wings twitched again.

"You're new, right?" he said after finally managing to stop staring.

[identity profile] frostbit.livejournal.com 2007-12-22 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
The boy quickly scanned the size of the lizard, and noticed the minuscule hints that something was irking him very much. There was an itching sense of caution somewhere in Hitsugaya's mind, but he decided to ignore it.

"No. I thought I recognized you from some journal post a few days ago," he stated calmly. "And who knows if you're just another factor of a Malnosso experiment?"

Hitsugaya knitted his eyebrows. He seemed to have a knack for finding foul tempers. Half sighing, he said, "No one here looks remotely anything like you... I have the right to be suspicious."