Post by Kireon on Feb 13, 2015 19:19:31 GMT -5
Outskirts of Tokyo, Japan
Civilization was unsafe.
He could find her there, in the crowds, could drop in on her from anywhere at any time and he wouldn't care who saw everything. The wind would tell him, or something, she didn't know how his powers worked and that simple fact was both blessing and bane all at once.
Blessing, because what she didn't know she could pretend didn't exist as any kind of threat to her.
Bane, because what she didn't know would possibly, and probably, get her killed further down the line.
Back to hiding.
To fleeing from the concrete jungle that was his playground-- it had been hers once upon a fairytale ago-- and back to the mountains and forests and streams that were salvation.
She could breathe, pretend it would be much more difficult to find her among silence and stone.
The small duffle at her side wasn't enough to hold much more than a change or two of clothing-- enough to get her through a couple of nights before she'd have to figure out how to wash things in the streams the old fashioned way. It would be like the camping trips she'd taken before, she convinced herself, just a little different since shelter wasn't... something she needed to really worry about.
There was a lot she didn't need to worry about in the wilderness anymore.
Her long white hair was pulled back, plaited in a twist that fell below the woman's hip. The layered fringe fell into tired brown eyes as she searched the country road for signs of cars or potentially uncomfortable encounters of the supernatural kind. Nothing, not for a little while yet. She was suppressed as far down as she could possibly go-- no spiritual signature radiated from her in the slightest and she could almost, almost pass for one of the normal folks running about in the more rural areas of Japan.
Her jacket was almost appropriate for camping-- on the thicker side, the navy blue coat was definitely meant for a cold winter-- and her boots, thick black hiking boots as they were, would ensure her footing on most of the terrain she faced. The skirt, however, dark grey and made of wool, wouldn't do much in the way of actual protection from the elements, though it would be warmer than plain cotton, and the blouse beneath her coat would do little to stand up against the thickets that waited. The way she'd tucked in the long, pale blue scarf around her neck suggested she knew at least a little something about the temperatures, though the way her hands kept reaching up to fiddle and adjust it implied another reason entirely for the accessory.
She looked like a runaway and she knew it.
Behind her, butterflies followed in the shadows. Sunlight temporarily lit them-- living fluttering shadows that accompanied her silently on her headlong flight out of the city and into the less populated portions of the city. The Fujimura's miko didn't seem to realize she had the insect's company.
Aokigahara would be close. That was certainly a place she was going to avoid as much as possible if she could, and taking herself to a small town would be better than... than another big city. She could offer something in the way of help-- child care, healing, herbal remedies, or something to make her passage to somewhere not Tokyo easier.
If she had matters worked out properly... she could end up on the other side of the mountain in very little time. If I asked Asgard, I'm certain he would be willing to carry me until I was done resting. That would cut even less distance I would have to go, and I'm sure there's at least an onsen or two undisturbed in the mountains I can use. Meaning she could reach one of the other cities with access to a shinkansen line leading back to Nagano in time for her to make good on her promise to Seiichiro and the Fujimura about checking in once a month for three or so days to tend to Shrine business.
All things considered, this plan was looking rather infallible.
The land she traveled over at present was rather well kept; a beautiful, well manicured space that balanced out the hilly grounds with a natural wilderness that made her miss the shrine in Nagano all the more. Her vision stretched onward, returning back with hints of spiritual pressure like mulitcolored lights in the far distance-- big compound, and several of varying strengths. She'd have to avoid that place, take a detour if she had to. But this far out was alright, and she was hiding her own pressure, so it wasn't like she would stumble on to anyone unexpectedly. Perhaps a groundskeeper, in which case she would apologize profusely and politely request directions-- knowing them already but keeping up appearances was important-- to the nearest main road away from what was all too likely private property.
For once, everything seemed to be going almost okay.
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WC: 843
GP: 16
