Post by Jade on Feb 20, 2021 18:19:41 GMT -5
Their escape from Sundance Island hadn't gone too poorly, aided as they had been by Tomoe's own newfound oni abilities - even if Lumikki had passed out, presumably from the heat, shortly after they had taken off. The small Marine vessel she had come to the island on with Beatrice had been docked right where they'd left it, and purely for the sake of familiarity, Tomoe had taken it and pushed it out to sea before the Marines could catch up with them.
That had been hours ago. Since, the sun and Sundance had both disappeared beyond the horizon and Lumikki had been laid to rest in the ship's small cabin space, leaving Tomoe very much on her own, looking for ways to keep herself entertained until her newfound companion came to, or she passed out herself. So, under the clear, starry sky, she had made a comfortable seat for herself out of a sack filled with spare Marine uniforms with a crate backrest, grabbed a piece of driftwood she'd found on the way to Sundance, and had been slowly working on whittling it down.
It certainly felt better to be back in her own - now clean - clothes and with her hair properly tied back again, rather than the tattered Marine uniform and the rather wild ponytail. Tomoe grinned wryly at the thought; it wasn't that she hadn't believed Bea when she had told her that wearing the uniform would lead to trouble, by any means, but there was definitely a difference between the unarmed Ensign who had been traveling with her and the very much armed Ensign, backed up by that other Marine officer who she had been hanging out with. Still, the danger was mostly in people knowing that she wasn't a Marine... Having a supply of Marine uniforms could be pretty handy, so long as no one asked too many questions.
Rather than dwell on that, Tomoe turned her attention back to the hunk of wood in her hands, and couldn't help but laugh a little at the sight of what it had become. It was only in miniature, to be sure, but it had taken on the shape of the bat Beatrice had been carrying in their final encounter. Far too small and certainly not sturdy enough to be used like the real thing, though, and definitely not close to a replacement for the weapon she'd had to leave behind on the island. She stabbed her knife down into the boat's deck to hold the miniature bat in one hand and use the other to wipe it clean of wood shavings, and then gingerly placed it on top of the crate.
With one final sigh, she pushed all those thoughts out of her mind, laced her fingers together behind her head, and looked up at the stars above.