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[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

For anyone wandering into this dream they would find simple countryside, dirt roads passing through rice patties and wooded areas, the surroundings hazy and implied but coming into more distinct clarity the closer they came to a small house. The weather was chilly, the wind bringing a bit of a bite when it came through the trees now and then, taking leaves with it on each gust.

Tomoe was cleaning, a simple broom in hand as she swept in front of the small house. Her expression, as always, was markedly blank, at least for anyone who wasn't used to her. In truth there was a faint note of unease in her frame and the way her brows were subtly drawing now and then as she worked--but the list of those who would pick up on that were few and far between. She had misplaced something. Forgotten something. She was well aware of it, but no matter how hard she thought on it or looked she could not find it. She couldn't even remember what she was looking for, only that 'it' was missing.

It was then that she noticed someone approaching and moved carefully to the path leading up to the house, watching the newcomer owlishly. They certainly didn't look like they had traveled from Otsu.

"Are you looking for the medicine seller...?"



[ooc; I'm going to do something a bit weird with Tomoe. She subconsciously remembers dying, but the greater part of her mind is trying to suppress it... so I'm going to try to bring that out in weird subtle things in the background or with her (i.e. snow falling inside a building or in the middle of 80 degree weather, spots of blood appearing on her clothing only to disappear again when attention is called to it, maybe sudden but brief phantom pains in her right side, who knows /o/) SO if I write something weird in a tag, that's what I'm going for. I don't know how long the memories will stay repressed, probably a few weeks at least. 8D; tl;dr intro note is tl;dr...]

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*tries this despite her fandom being full of giant robotz* OMG, she understands dream!Japanese. ._.

[neotitanium]

She's clad in her White Fang uniform, an outfit she hasn't worn since the war. How did she end up in such a rural area. Boots sinking in the mud, she makes her way to the only house for miles. A young woman stands outside and inquires if she's looking for a medicine-seller.

"No. I actually have no idea as to where I am."

[sixthed.livejournal.com]

It was Japanese, Yukimura could tell that much— but it was something more like what he remembered reading about in books. Even this was too old fashioned and rural for what he might consider his time. When he tried to think about why he was here, his mind told him it didn't matter, and if it didn't matter, then the thought slipped away as if it never existed in the first place.

He just knew he felt out of place, somehow.

He looked down at himself and his hands, and his clothes feel "the same" as they should be - a school suit uniform, save the shoes, a pair of waraji tied to his feet instead of the shoes that should be there. But again, the why of the situation slipped away as fast as it might have come. The woman drew his attention, and as he looked up at her, he blinked. "I... don't know what I'm looking for. Do most people arrive here to look for the Medicine Seller?"

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

"No. I'm just taking a walk," Aerith answers, with a mild shake of her head. "I've never seen a house like this before. ... This isn't Wutai, is it?" Tomoe's clothing was vaguely more familiar to the girl, since sometimes Wutaian items were imported to Midgar. She made no effort to hide her curiosity, knowing she probably looked like a fish out of water, city girl like her out in the country. Even if she'd always wanted to be in the country. Someday ... it would be more than just dreams.