woke up this morning about a quarter to five

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Characters: Juri Arisugawa & OPEN
Date: Afternoon, September 7th.
Summary: Juri explores the Gardens, attempting to gain a better understanding.

The golden eyes of the cats peer through the flowers of the Garden―every intent of watching the panther walk through the paths―the roses surrounding her like a sea of red. Juri lifts her eyes to a fluttering bird in the sky that disappears amongst the treetops, it is quiet here. A quiet she is used to; the kind of quiet that swallows you up when you least expect it, brings you down to the lowest threshes of your mind, and consumes you for what may feel like years. This place does not make sense to her, but it is not a dream. The reality, she almost wants to deny it, is that she is here, as well as Tenjou. The magic dirt, the talk animals, the vine that slithers past her feet so very often, revealing lives of other inhabitants she could care less about. Her mind wanders to the tresses of the paths that others advised her not to follow. A curiosity lingers within her, wanting to know what exactly lays past those dark woods. For now, she just remains in the Garden, she silence of the warm wind and flowers enveloping her. [ ooc; action or prose is fine! ]

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[envelopment.livejournal.com]

While Parsee seems to find this amusing, Juri does not. The look on her face reads indifference, an underlying seriousness about the situation at hand.

"I thought it was a joke at first too, but it turns out that this place really is what the scroll says it is," her eyes slowly travel to look at the surroundings. "Although, I haven't seen the Queen myself, but others do claim that they have. They say she's very powerful, no one knows where she resides, which is why it is easy for her to keep all of us here. To me, it sounds like we're living in a twisted fairy tale."

[beneiden.livejournal.com]

She, on the other hand, looks equal parts angered and amused by this. It's an interesting mix of expressions, to be sure. "So we're not the only ones? That's great!" Though it isn't, really. "No one's fought her before? You say she's powerful, but if she isn't facing us then she's just a coward, enjoying her sense of security."

Parsee stands, one hand crossed to grip the elbow of the other arm, fingernails pressing into bare skin. "That's not power. That's cowardice. Lucky her..." There is a flicker of light in those green pools of hers but, luckily, she is not directing those at the taller girl.