JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Hiruko Yebisu on Feb 13, 2014 11:23:49 GMT -5
Far out.
Yebisu was far out, having moved past residential areas with the utmost degree of disinterest. Those reishi-crafted homes and nothing to offer him. Its shops - well, yes and no. He was sure they had many interesting items up for sale, but he wanted to craft items on his own.
That's right, the captain was slipping away from the barracks and heading into the forested area of the east. Why was he speeding about with an empty, light-brown bag slung over his shoulder? He needed to fill it with what those spirit trees harboured.
Of course, he needed ingredients for his juice!
Yebisu decided we could pick them himself. It was a great day to. Probably. The pure mundanity of it all was all too potent. The blue, short captain took his place amidst the trees with a hand at his hip and the other grasping the bag ever-still slung over his shoulder. He drew in a breath, appeared to be enjoying those little things so many other optimists spoke of.
