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epidemiology2018-01-25 10:27 am
justbeingknife) wrote in epidemiology2018-01-25 10:27 am
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[Open] Back when I was a brat, I found a sparrow with a broken leg
CHARACTERS: Majima and [you]
DATE: After the festival to the present
WARNINGS: Typical mildly salty language, probably. Mentions of death? Mentions of death.
SUMMARY: Leaving flowers for the dead, bounties, bullshit subquests that will only end in tears
Laying flowers;
[ It wasn't as though death was anything new to Majima. Sure. People died all the time, and all it took was ending up on the wrong side of someone else's bad day. And it wasn't like he'd personally been acquainted with any of these people, either -- so it certainly wasn't his place to cry about it or anything. That'd be disrespecting the actual family members, people who actually knew a damn thing about the lost.
One thing did prod him to act, though: finding out one of those people had been killed by a teammate of his. That was something they were responsible for.
With a small bundle of wildflowers in hand, he made his way to a spot near the former festival grounds, where it appeared several people had already been by to make small offerings in memoriam. He set down the flowers without a word -- a little bloom of wild color against the dark earth. ]
Falcon it up; (slightly earlier)
[ Should someone end up near the raptor mews one fine morning, they might be addressed by a six-foot tall Japanese man who frankly did not look like someone who should be anywhere near a bunch of baby hunting birds. ]
Hey. You like birds?
[ sketchy af, tbh
ooc: Limited to one, please! This is for the For the Birds bounty. ]
Got my goat;
[ Somehow, for some godforsaken reason, Majima was in the middle of an argument with a young commoner woman. Well, maybe 'argument' wasn't quite the right word here... ]
Listen, lady, I don't know anything about goats, much less tracking one down! Don't you have a... goat whisperer or somethin'?
[ "A goat what? See here -- novice or not, there's no one else I can ask! I need to look after the flock here, and you're obviously free. If you track down my Maisy for me, I'll even throw in some compensation!" The woman crossed her arms obstinately over her chest, fixing him with a look that did not inspire high hopes that she was just going to let this go.
ugh......... ]
Wildcard;
[ this space reserved for whatever your terrible grinch heart desires ]
DATE: After the festival to the present
WARNINGS: Typical mildly salty language, probably. Mentions of death? Mentions of death.
SUMMARY: Leaving flowers for the dead, bounties, bullshit subquests that will only end in tears
Laying flowers;
[ It wasn't as though death was anything new to Majima. Sure. People died all the time, and all it took was ending up on the wrong side of someone else's bad day. And it wasn't like he'd personally been acquainted with any of these people, either -- so it certainly wasn't his place to cry about it or anything. That'd be disrespecting the actual family members, people who actually knew a damn thing about the lost.
One thing did prod him to act, though: finding out one of those people had been killed by a teammate of his. That was something they were responsible for.
With a small bundle of wildflowers in hand, he made his way to a spot near the former festival grounds, where it appeared several people had already been by to make small offerings in memoriam. He set down the flowers without a word -- a little bloom of wild color against the dark earth. ]
Falcon it up; (slightly earlier)
[ Should someone end up near the raptor mews one fine morning, they might be addressed by a six-foot tall Japanese man who frankly did not look like someone who should be anywhere near a bunch of baby hunting birds. ]
Hey. You like birds?
[ sketchy af, tbh
ooc: Limited to one, please! This is for the For the Birds bounty. ]
Got my goat;
[ Somehow, for some godforsaken reason, Majima was in the middle of an argument with a young commoner woman. Well, maybe 'argument' wasn't quite the right word here... ]
Listen, lady, I don't know anything about goats, much less tracking one down! Don't you have a... goat whisperer or somethin'?
[ "A goat what? See here -- novice or not, there's no one else I can ask! I need to look after the flock here, and you're obviously free. If you track down my Maisy for me, I'll even throw in some compensation!" The woman crossed her arms obstinately over her chest, fixing him with a look that did not inspire high hopes that she was just going to let this go.
ugh......... ]
Wildcard;
[ this space reserved for whatever your terrible grinch heart desires ]