[In some little corner of the gardens there is one, Himura Kenshin, sitting about, soaking wet and scuffed up in nothing but breast bindings and fundoshi. Her clothes are draped over a make-shift stand made out of found sticks and she's doing her best to get a small fire started with little success to help dry the clothes faster.]
[Did someone go a little too far into the rapids? Why, yes. She did.]
[She sneezes violently where she's sitting cross-legged in front of the small make-shift hearth which is significantly lacking fire. It would help if her flint and everything else hadn't gotten completely soaked. Groaning after another few seconds she finally gives up on the endeavor and drops her head into one hand in irritation, resigning herself to just air drying.]
[She gives a snort after another minute.]
Who ever would have thought I'd be saved by a wolf...
[ooc; /o/ hope I'm doing this right. Last line is meant as a reference to the Shinsengumi.Insult to injury man...]
[Did someone go a little too far into the rapids? Why, yes. She did.]
[She sneezes violently where she's sitting cross-legged in front of the small make-shift hearth which is significantly lacking fire. It would help if her flint and everything else hadn't gotten completely soaked. Groaning after another few seconds she finally gives up on the endeavor and drops her head into one hand in irritation, resigning herself to just air drying.]
[She gives a snort after another minute.]
Who ever would have thought I'd be saved by a wolf...
[ooc; /o/ hope I'm doing this right. Last line is meant as a reference to the Shinsengumi.
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