text, un: rosaceae

[roseblooms]

You know, for all that "it was a dark and stormy night" is a hackneyed cliché, I have to admit that I really can't think of a more apt way of describing the state of affairs outside. There's already water collecting in the streets; I imagine it won't be long before the roads and walkways are covered over. And from the sound of it, this storm is going to get worse before it gets better.

Squalls like this weren't altogether uncommon in the place I consider to be my native land; it was a wild place where raw power governed, so it only seems natural that it would have weather to match. I can't deny that even now, I still find a certain raw beauty in the fury of it all. But all the same, these sorts of storms are not to be trifled with, or taken lightly — and they're far better experienced from beneath the shelter of a sturdy roof and solid walls.

If you're not already prepared to weather a deluge, I would recommend remedying that quickly. There's something that feels oddly vicious about this particular tempest, and I won't be at all surprised if trying to brave it becomes hazardous sooner rather than later.

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[jobshadowing]

It's alright. There's more than just you telling me a story on here to view and enjoy. You're staving off the need beautifully. But you might be right, maybe a good old fashioned game where the stakes are a little higher than normal would put me at ease. What was it one of your acquaintances called you? Kurama?

Keep your eyes peeled. I'll be putting in a part specifically for you.