Lord Sesshomaru
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Plot Character- Sesshomaru & Jaken
.:/I am singing very well of the joy I cannot say/:.
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Post by Lord Sesshomaru on Jul 10, 2009 16:13:20 GMT -5
"Naw..." Soothsayer said, yawning again as he placed his head on the counter. Still sleepy. He wondered if he should leave. Will Koneko actually not come back to see him? Is she really banned? Maybe if he was a little less tired he might say something. But then again, Koneko belonged in her time, that's where she should be.
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Post by Rin on Jul 10, 2009 18:04:46 GMT -5
Koneko sighd and dumped her used dishes in the sink and drank her milk. "I took you out of school for the next week or so. But I said I'd make sure you studies." Koneko nodded.
"By the way, Kitten," Koneko glanced at Soothsayer then glared at her dad with a blush on her face. "I'm takining you on a small trip to the country side to meet some friends of mine."
Koneko sighed, "well, that's better then anything in the city." Tohru couldn't help but nod in agreement.
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Lord Sesshomaru
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Plot Character- Sesshomaru & Jaken
.:/I am singing very well of the joy I cannot say/:.
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Post by Lord Sesshomaru on Jul 12, 2009 18:04:20 GMT -5
Soothsayer frowned, watching and listening to you and noted the nickname she was called. He liked that nickname. He'd use it on her later. But when was later? She was banned and now she was going to the country side. What that exactly meant, he wasn't sure.
"Where is that?"
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Post by Rin on Jul 12, 2009 18:34:52 GMT -5
Koneko shrugged. "Not all of modern Japan is tokyo you know..." Tohru sighed. "Yes, sometimes I wish we lived in those pats, maybe I should buy an estate there."
Koneko visably tensed. Even thoguh being banned, she didn't want to be away from the well, her only link to Soothsayer, and the beautiful world that lay there.
She sighed sadly at the thought of being banned and left the room, calling. "I'll be in the garden. She went to ehr room, grabbed her guitar, then went to the garden. She sat by a pond, which a few ducks were floating around in.
She tuned her strings, and made sure the guitar was alright, before she began playing songs without words, finding small comfort in the notes she played.
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