In a dream a man would have on days like this Souji would lay himself down in the middle of the Sea. He laid upon a float. . . these were the days he was going to rest himself. The gunpowder fresh in his nose from the explosions. The Canons. The Destruction. He knew it was going to be ocoming so he would definitely not want to have it on his mind. On a wooden raft he'd tied together he'd take in the fresh air of Arcadia. . . he'd feel the spirits around him and with everything within him he would know that this was something of a daydream. . . he'd taken some time off since he got his promotion. His work he knew it was going to be simple enough to get back into it. Though now he would just take it all in. Every moment of solace he had left.In his dreams he could feel the hand of another on his face. . . whispering inaudibly to himself. He couldnt make the voice out but the hand was soft and comforting. It soothed his heart. Who did he imagine it to be? His crush. . . someone who he saw himself loving but there was just so many yellow tape there right? One stipulation after the next, but was that what he wanted? In the end, Souji was pretty simple. He just wanted to have someone he tolerated in bed with him to just talk to, all that came with it was extra. Someone that wanted to share that with him. Someone who wanted that life with him. Either way. . . he would drift to and fro.
What was going to happen next? It was all up to the day. . . but he felt the light peering through the heavens from Iwagakure above. Maybe it was time for action...
[OOC: Open to whomever wishes to enter
Souji's last day off before things pop off!]


Political power. . . Did it define her? Did it become who the hell she was and what the hell she did? Infectious to the mind, intoxicating to the soul, and damning to the body. She was no Inu Endo, but damnit, sometimes it felt like she could get pretty damn close to that point. It was questionable as to what she had become and where she was going from here. . . But right now, there was a different thing staring her in the face. Hands and wrists bound up in tendrils of shadows, she would part her lips slightly as if to protest, but then she caught an eerie feeling, bone chilling really. Though that would soon be replaced with a flooding, tingling feeling as she felt her back slammed down into the raft. Well, there was a reminder to her that she was alive right now. Especially with how her breath escaped her with no warning what so ever. She wouldn't allow him to see that kind of internal struggle, though. It might've been what he wanted from her. The bindings on her arms and legs would leave her fingertips falling a bit numb and she would pull in a shaky breath as she listened to him. This tone. . . Where had it come from? Deep within? Oh, like she really needed to worry about logistics of a situation right now. Thorn in his side? Oh? Suddenly, she'd give a grin into his direction and a ragged laugh. Where this was coming from she had no idea. It almost sounded like Haru, but it was pathetic. Another bought of ragged laughter now, and a cough to accompany as she regained her breath. "This is bullshit that we both, or rather you probably don't have any clue because you're nothing but fragment off Souji, know. As she was released, she would lay there for a moment as she lifted up her hands now.