Sora Laughing Under The Storm - OTA

[sora_under_the_clouds]

Open/locked?: Open to all
Who: Sora and whomsoever finds him.
What: Sora's arrival on the Isle
Warnings: Mentions of violence, possible PTSD mentions, murder mentions.


Soramaru came to on the roof of the school, laying out on his back. He blinked and looked up at the sky, drizzling rain on his face. At first nothing seemed odd. Sora was used to waking up under a cloudy sky. Everything that had happened recently had been intense, but it was such a short time compared to the rest of his life, and for a peaceful moment it was though he was before everything again. Where the hardest part of his day would be training with Tenka to prove himself. He allowed himself a small smile, sure today would be the day.

But then he finished waking and sat up, recent events catching up again. "Tenka?" he called, crawling to the edge of the roof to look down. "Chutaro? Sh..." hi voice caught a moment, but he shook his head. Enough to realize that this wasn't the temple grounds. Any other names froze unspoken on his lips. "Where..." he shook his head. Where was he wasn't the right question, he could figure that out later. How did he get wherever he was, and why was he here? Those were the concerns to focus on.

He stood at the edge of the roof to get a look around. Thorns, a lot of them, in pretty much every direction. Though he spotted a path to a large body of water. It didn't look like lake Biwa, but it could be a clue as to how he got here.

He looked up at the cloudy sky then back towards the water. He tried to see if he could see if there was any sign of the tree that would tell him he was looking at Lake Biwa from another side. But there was some sort of... something weird in the air maybe? He couldn't tell.

He might have to see if anyone was around and ask for some help.

For those seeing him for the first time, he probably looked a bit odd with hi Reformation Era clothes; Hakama pants, multiple layers of sleeveless yukata with a happi coat tied around his waist like people in other countries might one day tie a hoodie. He was in his boots and at his waist was what looked like a pair of short katana in hard enamel sheaths wrapped in beads. His dark hair had red on the tips here and there, like on one side of where the hair crossed over his nose between his eyes.

Comments

[mist_the_point]

Foulques stretched a bit as he stepped outside. Another day, another round of fishing to do. Though judging by the morning air temperature, it wouldn't be long before they could begin turning at least part of the courtyard into a vegetable patch. The so-called 'doomstones' would make excellent and sturdy row markers; likely the first time they'd ever actually been useful.

Unexpectedly, he heard someone moving about on the roof and stepped back away from the building so that he could get a proper view. He muttered what would have been a curse under his breath when he spotted the unknown boy. Another child? Why did they keep getting dropped on this gods-forsaken Isle?

He supposed he could figure that out later. First thing was first; the boy needed a way off the roof. "Ho, boy," Foulques called up to him. "A rooftop is no place to be casually traipsing about, especially the rooftop of this somewhat questionable building. A bit back and to your left you'll find a bit where the roof slants down a bit; it should be safe enough for a sturdy lad like you to jump down from."

[awkward_turtleduck]

Zuko was taking a break from attempting to free whatever spirits-cursed object was lodged in the muck of his uncle's disgusting shoe, taking a long walk around the outskirts of the clearing around the school. Stretching his legs helped him to clear his head, he was finding himself better at that as of late, since the rain. His memories were still fragmented, but he was starting to at least be able to put enough of them together to know that that is what they were. He had somehow gained a few months of time from back home, without ever having left this Agni-forsaken Isle.

He sighed, the walk shifting from meditative to claustrophobic as he began circling for the third time. Fires and ash this place was too small. He turned back towards the school, freezing mid-step as he noticed a figure standing precariously close to the edge.

He started forward at a jog. Getting closer revealed the person to be unfamiliar, but that didn't mean Zuko wanted to watch him fall and very likely end up getting hurt.

"Hey! Don't stand so close to the edge!"

[elvendryad]

The local dryad was heading back indoors with a big armful of freshly-cut branches and a piece of tarp full of thorns. If no one interrupted him, he'd be going into the room set up for cooking, to set those out to dry. They'd probably be destined to be used for firewood for the soup pot....

Maybe find him while he's arranging them, or tending to the fire, or maybe just giving the pot another stir to make sure nothing's sticking to the bottom?