Hole In The Wall

by strayIntoxicated Thu Jan 05, 2012 1:15 am

Masumi remembered when the bar had still been standing. Oh, the times she'd had in this now ruined establishment. There wasn't much left now but splinters and memories, and both of those left a certain sharp pain in the girl that even her upbeat attitude couldn't fully quash. Splinters really hurt, after all.

You are Masumi Deimei, one of many undesierables of Oniwakusei exiled from ordinary society for your disgusting blood color of rust red, and further exiled-assuming that was even possible- for making as large a spectacle out of yourself as possible in a drunken rage that had created the very wasteland you now make your tiny home in. Nobody really tells you what happened that day as they all avoid you, even your former pouchmama lusus who has probabaly found some significantly more statused Oni and absolved your shame from her name. You still think fondly of your old lusus, and wish circumstances were different. As it stands, you have to take care of yourself.

It had been hard at first, Masumi recalled as she prepared herself some manner of seabeast she had fished up with her bare hands from the enarby sea. Fishing without tools was far more difficult than the experts made it look, especially when one was as out of it on a regular basis as Masumi tended to be. Though she knew it was a bad idea, Masumi was never one to refuse drink where she could get it.

You possess an ancient and strange artifact from the mystic times of yore, the Wine Worm Gourd, which produces all the alcoholic beverage you could ever need for two lifetimes, which happens to only just be enough to get you by. You take a big drink from the gourd in preperation for taking a bigger drink along with your meal, and all is right with the world.

Masumi wondered what her friends, for lack of a better word, could have been up to. Certainly nothing important.