[closed] running from me

[hitokiri]

🧙 WHO: Okada Izō & Jane Porter
⚔️️ WHAT: Someone's a sad doggo in the woods
🕒 WHEN: A few days after the Wolf's Moon event
🗺️ WHERE: The woods outside of Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: None for now!


[ in the days since izō last left the sakamoto detective agency, he's had the issue of his uncontrollable transformations happen twice. he had intended to return in the morning after the first time — as he'd promised — but he'd lost his nerve on the way back.

he's been living out in these woods ever since, but without clothing or proper shelter against the weather at this time of year, izō has been forced to spend all this time in his dog form. it's warm enough getting by with fur, especially once he gets out of the wind, izō supposes. food is a little harder to come by, but at least he doesn't need much at his size.

izō transformed twice but also has had several days since where he didn't change — waking up in the same shape as he fell asleep — but that doesn't mean it won't happen again! he's just being careful.

...and apparently it snowed overnight more than usual, meaning more than izō anticipated in choosing where he'd spent the night. the space under the long dead roots of a large tree made for a decent spot ordinarily, but he woke up this morning realising he'd gotten snowed in.

right now, izō has just about finished digging himself out of his situation. he's been at it for a while, having had to keep snow from caving in and ruining his progress, but finally figured it out. he's trying to hurry, seeing as he's a small black animal exposed on a white backdrop of snow — bad news if anything wants to eat him. unfortunately, he's also not used to doing things this way, so when he's finally free of the snow tunnel he climbed out of, izō simply flops over where he ends up to rest and recover. ]

Fuckin' snow. I win.

[ it's fine. give him a minute. ]

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[cantgetanyworse]

[Jane loves the snow. Everything feels blanketed in a muffling silence broken only by the soft crunching under her feet each time she takes a step. Now and then a bird takes flight and knocks an ice crystal or a small lump of snow down to hit the ground with a soft thump. Her breath frosts in front of her face each time she exhales and she's dressed warmly in high boots, trousers, a long thick blue coat and a yellow scarf that peeks out of the collar, pulled up high under her ears.

crunch crunch crunch

She's looking for something - a kind of ice pixie that she read about in a book - though somewhere to sit down and sketch for a minute would be fine too. Jane almost begins humming to herself to break up the silence when she hears a voice.

A familiar, grumpy voice.

It hadn't been so long since the party and she hadn't thought to check in on Ryouma and Izō since save to ask if they were both doing all right in the aftermath. She certainly doesn't expect to find Izō out here.]

Hello?

[Her own voice startles her as she steps off the trail she's been following and moves towards the voice. As much as she didn't think she'd find the man out here she definitely did not expect to find him... like this.

The surprise is very clear on her face when she steps around the tree and lays eyes on the little dog lying in the snow.]

Um--... [Is that..?] ... Izō, is that... you?