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the19thbrat ([personal profile] the19thbrat) wrote in [community profile] singingoriole2011-08-30 04:15 pm

This is the story after the story has ended

She'd resigned from her position on the Amestris after the world nearly ended.

Huang Rong won't say it hadn't been fun, but there were things she needed to do, a Sect to organize and a father to go see when she was finished with everything. She'd already received word from her mentor and from her father; they were both fine, so there was no real reason to rush besides the fact that she was starting to miss the familiar smells, sights and tastes of Peach Blossom Island.

It would be nice to go home.

But, as previously mentioned, she had business to take care of before she left and as much as she wanted to just hand the Dog Beating Staff over to someone, there was really no one to entrust it to. Besides, she had promised her mentor she'd look after them. So, Huang Rong couldn't very well just leave.

But luckily, she was almost finished. Just a couple more people to see and she would be free to go home. She just had to wait on news from a couple more people and...

...and there they were now. She could recognize the two men coming up the hill easily, despite the way she used to complain that all beggars looked the same.

Her smile turned into something more curious when she noticed the young woman following them. Well...this looked like it was going to be interesting.

[identity profile] oppositeshore.livejournal.com 2011-09-25 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Why...because Ichi...must try to catch it...Ichi doesn't know...but...it's empty. It...can't...be empty. See?"

Oichi showed her empty hands to Huang Rong, before pulling them back to herself, holding them shut tightly once again, "There should be something...Ichi...can't remember what it is. But there should be something..."

[identity profile] oppositeshore.livejournal.com 2011-11-15 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Something..."

She appears to consider this for a very long time, gazing down at her hands that were shut too tightly for anything to escape. "I..."

Tiny tendrils of smoke begin to drift around Oichi, not threatening, but curling and catching at her hair, as if to soothe her. It's alright, they seemed to say, it's okay if you don't rememeber. Don't remember.

[identity profile] oppositeshore.livejournal.com 2011-11-16 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The shadows briefly jerk back as Huang Rong reaches for them, before gently settling down again. They didn't much mind her presence. It wasn't threatening. Yet.

Oichi turns to look at the tendrils when one touches her face, "...Warmth. Like the sun...only..."