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Soul Campaign Moderation Journal ([personal profile] soul_mods) wrote in [community profile] soul_logs2012-03-27 09:09 pm

[OPEN]

Characters: OPEN
Location: Death City Clinic
Rating: ?
Time: February 5 onward
Description: Event links list.


There's a grim silence in the clinic, broken only by the complaints of some patient that is still there or the adjustments the medical staff makes on the numerous stretches, supplies, and furnishings prepared for today's mission.

A handful of guards are stationed outside, both to function as runners and to keep an eye on the mirror in case something less welcome than their agents coming home appears. Some of them are Australian, the promised agents from the Oceania branch from Deathscythe Mjolnir.


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topgun_textiles: (Unreadable)

[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2012-04-08 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
He laid back and scratched behind an ear, feeling himself settle in as he wondered how many others knew. Then he wondered how many backed off because of it. It was the latter that helped him decide that, yep, this wasn't a big deal at all. She liked the pets, and he was going to give the pets.

All the shivering he'd been doing had turned out to be a drain on his energy, and he hadn't realized it until he was too warm to do so. As he relaxed every muscle, his ears filled with nothing but the quiet and the occasional thump from the wolf's tail, he found that he was drifting off pretty quickly in the very last place he figured he ever would.

"...'s no wonder you work here," he said, voice tinged with grogginess.
motherofthesun: (Nap time)

[personal profile] motherofthesun 2012-04-08 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
A number of people knew, but only a few began to treat her differently. Others hesitated until she insisted that they pet her while others just somehow tried to avoid it.

Again, her tail thumped at his words. That was right; she was here to ease the nerves of the patients and medics, providing them all with some comfort. With Kanji becoming drowsy, she curled up a little more herself.
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2012-04-09 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
More petting opportunities for him. They can get bent.

After the last week he's had, Kanji was ready to sink in and just... rest. No more falling asleep at his work table at home at 4 AM. No more settling down on a friend's couch covered in bruises while chaos reigned in the city outside. A deep, dreamless sleep was sounding better and better by the moment.

He continued stroking her fur for as long as he could as his eyes closed.

"Sorry... feelin' kinda..." He hoped she wouldn't mind.
motherofthesun: (Wolf: Attentive)

[personal profile] motherofthesun 2012-04-09 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
She opened her eyes and raised her head, staring at him. Her? Mind him falling asleep? All she did was nudge the covers up a little bit more; hopefully, he would get the message and she settled back down. He can fall asleep on her. It is a little late in the evening for him to be up.
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2012-04-10 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
A very faint chuckle. He heard you loud and clear.

The teen let himself slip. It wasn't long before his hands stopped, his breathing slow and even. Would the nurses peek in later, they would probably breathe a sigh of relief: The hellion was out for the count.

Very few forces in the world could wake a sleeping Kanji. He wouldn't be a problem for the rest of the night.
motherofthesun: (Soulful Eyes)

[personal profile] motherofthesun 2012-04-10 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Amaterasu remained for a while, taking a short nap herself. When she awakened, it was still some time in the evening. She shifted carefully, jumping off the bed and fixed the covers with her paws, setting them more over Kanji.

As she took her leave, she made sure to click the light off and nudge the door closed quietly behind her.