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anemoi2012-02-03 08:14 pm
all_onis_are_true) wrote in anemoi2012-02-03 08:14 pm
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Who: Hiroshi and whoever else joins him or occupies the building, along with very bad things.
Where: Sirocco Library
When: February 3
What: Hiroshi's found a potential solution to the Oni problem -- but he's soon got problems of his own...
Notes: Part of the Ao Oni plot. Remember that it is possible to die and become an Oni, but this is entirely mun fiat. Note that the plot will still advance if this thread does not wrap up within the week, but a lot of things will have to be handwaved.
The face wakes him up again. He's been seeing it in his dreams more often since the alerts began going up. His actual dreams, not the memories that had occasionally masqueraded as dreams. He's not sure what's worse.
At least he's reminded of where he is. Not that it's difficult, considering he's been here for several days straight now, barring closing hours. The Library in Sirocco is reassuringly large and comprehensive. Surely, with the hundreds and hundreds of tomes sitting on these shelves, something would turn up of use. But he's beginning to run out of time today; closing hours are fast approaching.
He sighs, flipping through the pages of the book in front of him. He looks down. Furrows his brow. His finger runs along the lines as he tries to make sure he's reading what he thinks he is.
"Th...this is it!" he yelps -- and turns red as he's quickly shushed.
Where: Sirocco Library
When: February 3
What: Hiroshi's found a potential solution to the Oni problem -- but he's soon got problems of his own...
Notes: Part of the Ao Oni plot. Remember that it is possible to die and become an Oni, but this is entirely mun fiat. Note that the plot will still advance if this thread does not wrap up within the week, but a lot of things will have to be handwaved.
The face wakes him up again. He's been seeing it in his dreams more often since the alerts began going up. His actual dreams, not the memories that had occasionally masqueraded as dreams. He's not sure what's worse.
At least he's reminded of where he is. Not that it's difficult, considering he's been here for several days straight now, barring closing hours. The Library in Sirocco is reassuringly large and comprehensive. Surely, with the hundreds and hundreds of tomes sitting on these shelves, something would turn up of use. But he's beginning to run out of time today; closing hours are fast approaching.
He sighs, flipping through the pages of the book in front of him. He looks down. Furrows his brow. His finger runs along the lines as he tries to make sure he's reading what he thinks he is.
"Th...this is it!" he yelps -- and turns red as he's quickly shushed.