09-25-2015, 07:15 AM
The fire of chakra in her body seemed to finally be settling in a way that didn’t leave Ururu wanting to heaving up her guts. Which was probably good because she was starting to get hungry. Hungry meant recovery, and things like being normal and not as screwed up as it had been.
But more importantly it meant not relying on Hikaru to do her thinking for her. Well most of it anyways. That was one thing Ururu found comforting, even if in the back of her mind she knew that the Doll was a splinter of her true self seen through rose colored glasses. Ururu had gotten passed that. Accepted it and come to love the person Haruru had turned into.
They were two different people now, sure they shared the same space for all intents and purposes but they were unique. Enough to where she had grown to need her. Love her.
And well having a sounding board for the rest of eternity was quite appealing.
“Nice to know I could accommodate you.” Hikaru said derisively.
Ururu smiled as her step continued to strengthen. No longer was she being supported physically by her clone, but instead emotionally. Their fingers were intertwined as they continued on the path to one of the gateways which was becoming more obvious in its construction. It was a reassure show of affection that she would grow to miss if they were ever apart but considering the nature of the relationship, that was very… very seldom.
Looking up from the face of her now eerily similar Hikaru, Ururu spotted the gate they had been tracking now for the better part of an hour.
As far as architecture was concerned, it was simplistic but well made. It harkened back to her days sneaking about pagodas yet… more angular. Lots a straight edge to make a curves upon the stone’s form. And that was about it. Nothing really to set it apart stylistically from any other arched gateway. No carvings. Nothing.
“That’s pretty unimaginative.” Ururu said finally.
It was one thing to build something functional but when it’s just standing out on its own with no support in this whiteness… well. It needs something. Years of being an architect through doton jutsu and more recently mokuton had told her that. But also a decade climbing and hiding in the stone and woodwork of the greatest buildings in the world gave her an appreciation for what the human mind had imagined.
Woe it would be if she ever forgot that.
The simple truth was rarely did anyone look up so Ururu always had plenty of time to admire what made construction amazing.
Details.
Without detail this was just an archway. A body without a personality, a soulless husk not fit for life. Functional and drab.
“Well,” Hikaru began a breath as if choosing her words carefully, “Not all gods can be amazing artists. If that Thing even made it.”
Ururu shook her head, “This whole realm is meant to impress us with his might. Showmanship. He made it.”
It would be impossible to know, well someone could know but beyond trying to find someone who did neither one could really make any effective guesses as to how much was here from the beginning and how much was added by a third party.
It didn’t change the fact that there was very even at this distance that could said for the ever so growing monument to archway styles. But it was concerning, she hadn’t seen anything recently that would hint there were other living people that occupied this world and her gut told her that was not generally the case.
Whatever the case it was possibly luck or something else that resulted in them being alone and unmolested by hordes of whatever. They always learned from the shadows, having to deal with an influx of something wanting to bite your face off or trying to turn you into a slave wasn’t much of an experience that contributed to you knowledge of how things worked.
Observation was key, and observe they would provided it didn’t take longer a day to get there.
“Come on, lets hurry our pace a bit.” Ururu said with a hint of urgency.
She had a bad feeling about this place.
But more importantly it meant not relying on Hikaru to do her thinking for her. Well most of it anyways. That was one thing Ururu found comforting, even if in the back of her mind she knew that the Doll was a splinter of her true self seen through rose colored glasses. Ururu had gotten passed that. Accepted it and come to love the person Haruru had turned into.
They were two different people now, sure they shared the same space for all intents and purposes but they were unique. Enough to where she had grown to need her. Love her.
And well having a sounding board for the rest of eternity was quite appealing.
“Nice to know I could accommodate you.” Hikaru said derisively.
Ururu smiled as her step continued to strengthen. No longer was she being supported physically by her clone, but instead emotionally. Their fingers were intertwined as they continued on the path to one of the gateways which was becoming more obvious in its construction. It was a reassure show of affection that she would grow to miss if they were ever apart but considering the nature of the relationship, that was very… very seldom.
Looking up from the face of her now eerily similar Hikaru, Ururu spotted the gate they had been tracking now for the better part of an hour.
As far as architecture was concerned, it was simplistic but well made. It harkened back to her days sneaking about pagodas yet… more angular. Lots a straight edge to make a curves upon the stone’s form. And that was about it. Nothing really to set it apart stylistically from any other arched gateway. No carvings. Nothing.
“That’s pretty unimaginative.” Ururu said finally.
It was one thing to build something functional but when it’s just standing out on its own with no support in this whiteness… well. It needs something. Years of being an architect through doton jutsu and more recently mokuton had told her that. But also a decade climbing and hiding in the stone and woodwork of the greatest buildings in the world gave her an appreciation for what the human mind had imagined.
Woe it would be if she ever forgot that.
The simple truth was rarely did anyone look up so Ururu always had plenty of time to admire what made construction amazing.
Details.
Without detail this was just an archway. A body without a personality, a soulless husk not fit for life. Functional and drab.
“Well,” Hikaru began a breath as if choosing her words carefully, “Not all gods can be amazing artists. If that Thing even made it.”
Ururu shook her head, “This whole realm is meant to impress us with his might. Showmanship. He made it.”
It would be impossible to know, well someone could know but beyond trying to find someone who did neither one could really make any effective guesses as to how much was here from the beginning and how much was added by a third party.
It didn’t change the fact that there was very even at this distance that could said for the ever so growing monument to archway styles. But it was concerning, she hadn’t seen anything recently that would hint there were other living people that occupied this world and her gut told her that was not generally the case.
Whatever the case it was possibly luck or something else that resulted in them being alone and unmolested by hordes of whatever. They always learned from the shadows, having to deal with an influx of something wanting to bite your face off or trying to turn you into a slave wasn’t much of an experience that contributed to you knowledge of how things worked.
Observation was key, and observe they would provided it didn’t take longer a day to get there.
“Come on, lets hurry our pace a bit.” Ururu said with a hint of urgency.
She had a bad feeling about this place.