From @lunarprophet ‘s open starter!
When Waka stepped foot in the Mistwood, a feeling of unease settled over him. A thick mist surrounded the area, impairing his vision and making the hair on his arms stand on end. Every now and again he would hear a voice, higher in pitch but none the less familiar, which didn’t help matters.
After roaming through the trees, the voice grew louder, closer. A shape began to form, and as Waka approached the shape became more defined.
A small, blond haired boy stared up at him, blue eyes questioning, yet holding a faint hint of fear.
“Where am I? This isn’t the temple, and I can’t find Akio.” Waka tensed as the boy spoke, wondering if this was an illusion or reality.
As he opened his mouth, a cry pierced the air and the boy’s eyes went wide.
“They’re here.” Waka turned towards the sound just in time; a crow tengu lunged towards the pair, its blade aimed for the small boy.
Immediately Waka lept in front, Pillow Talk blocking the attack directly.
The boy needed no warning and took off into the trees, leaving Waka alone to deal with the demon.
Red pulled her cloak further around her as she walked through the Mistwood. She had been chasing a familiar young girl, a small blonde in a long dress. Yet, she had disappeared out of sight at one point or another.
As she had stepped into the clearing, she hadn’t anticipated hearing someone tell her, or at least she thought they were talking to her, to run.
Eye frantically scanning the area, she could honestly recognize that goofy hat and hair easily. Drawing her gun, she paused, watching him.
“Need a hand there, pretty boy?”
