Lets start.   Posted by Anjina Kurami.Group: 0
Whimper
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 Not all Gold is Pecuniary
Tue 6 May 2014
at 02:26
Re: Lets start
Alceil's P.O.V. (Present Version) [2031 A.D., Tokyo/Edo, Heisei Era]

Something is wrong. I can sense it, feel it boiling in my blood and bones. Why? Because it stops. The soothing war within my soul that tells me I'm incomplete, with room for improvement on both sides. Whimper's constant whispers against my ready inner eardrums ceases all together. The beating in my chest I'd been so acutely aware of since I realized it was there halts, as if on a stand still in time. The knife in my hand starts to flicker in it's own form, first to the sai, then back to a long sword with a forked edge, then back again.

Everything is flickering, moving so fast. Rushing roars of white noise press against my temples, howling, screeching, sucking my body into what I'm sure is oblivion. Something changed, and it wasn't for the better. Something went aerie, terribly wrong. Formed in a different motion. Placed tension on a different time-line than the one we progressed on.

My hands start to flicker in and out of vision, gaining a pale translucence to them. This isn't the same as the time-travel I remember, a vortex that circled my entire body. No, this one was strange, unfamiliar... Wrong in a way. Calling out I ask, "Dearest? Dearest, what's happening? Why? Why is he gone? Why am I not we anymore? Are we going back?" My voice is strained, searching for that missing part of me that I could have sworn was just there a second ago. It was with me for thirty five years... Why disappear now?
Anjina Kurami
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 Child of a powerful clan
Tue 6 May 2014
at 23:17
Re: Lets start
Anjina POV (Present Version) [2031 A.D., Tokyo/Edo, Heisei Era]

I felt it, something was changing! it was a horrible feeling as if a part of me was being rips out and it burned. I could feel my inner demon come forth searching for me and its mate. Something was wrong i heard Alceil call to me and i turned sharply to see him fading, looking down at my own body i see the small happening. So this wad what it felt like to be forceful sent back in time.

I hope this isn't what Rebbi felt, this was pure torture, and i have felt torture before. Grabbing Alceils fading hand i noticed it felt solid to me and i gave him a confused look, did he feel me too?
Whimper
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Wed 7 May 2014
at 00:25
Re: Lets start
Present Alceil's P.O.V. [2031 A.D., Heisei Era, Edo/Tokyo]

I let my sword fall into the folds of my bright pink 'Knife Lover's apron. It's all too much to take.

As the fire fills the vessels that contain now sedentary black ichor, I feel it. Anjina grabs my hand soothingly. Desperately looking her up and down, the same thing happening to me is happening to her... Stomach fading first, and the horrible transparent glow of temporal energy surrounding us. Squeezing her hand in return I move closer, wrapping my free arm around her neck. The pain is nearly unbearable, and I've felt all kinds of pain before. Burning, knife wounds, poisoning, whip lashes, bruises from punches to hits from the but of a sword, suffocation, blood-lust, starvation, loss, guilt, regret, rejection, dejection, and even having my very soul sealed are among the list. The last one is the only thing that can even compare to this horrible feeling of nihil.

Looking down at her beautiful lavender eyes I see the world start to go hazy, spinning faster than normal on it's axis. Funny, where we're going people still think that the world is completely flat, yet now at least I know better than that. Tears sting at my eye-lids, plain and obvious from the sensations that cause everything to swell. What would happen to us on the other side of this oblivion? I don't know, and I don't want to find out.

Leaning over ever so slightly so that we're at the same height, I move my lips towards her, "If we die now, because it feels like at least I might, I want you to know that I love you," As I say it I realize how cheesy it sounds... But seriously, I could care less. This is searing my very soul, and only getting worse. Pressing my forehead to hers I place a light kiss on her lips, something that by now isn't as awkward as when we first started... Then I succumb to the midnight blue in front of me.

Blue, what a strange color for my own personal nihil to be.




I haven't dream-pt a dream such as this in so long... At least thirteen years actually, maybe a bit more or less. I'm not quite sure with the way time is passing and this all encompassing numbness about me. Oblivion is a cold place, and across my chest every bit of the stinging frost punctures the tan which has faded to the color of new snow on a grassy field. I've never liked heat, or burning. Hell, it's how I was sure I would go on multiple occasions. But this icy numbness burns so much worse than fire ever could. Everything about me seems to flake off with this emotion.

The air around me feels more like water, the color of the night sky at the climax of the day, and the birth of a new one. This used to be my favorite color, one I was free to roam about in normally. Since then sky-blue has taken it's place, the color of my Mother's eyes when she is happy. Every time I looked out the window since I left I could see that color, it reminded me of what had been traded and what I would exchange again and again and again if I had the choice.

Somewhere in the murky depths of nihilism I see a light, whimsical and constantly shifting in color. With two bare arms I push, moving forwards as if swimming through the void. Everything about me is raw, bare, and numb, down to the charred edged of the sins I have committed. Light floods my eyes, like a vacuum, and sucks me in... Blinding me to everything for what seems like forever.

Whimper
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Thu 8 May 2014
at 23:39
Re: Lets start

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Whimper
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Sun 11 May 2014
at 21:59
Re: Lets start
Alceil's P.O.V. [1041 A.D., Heian Era, Heian/Kyoto]

The numbness is gone when I awaken in a sprawled out position upon a sanitary white futon, leaving a dull ache above my right eyebrow, curved into it's standard arch. The world isn't completely in focus... But then again this place is familiar. Decorated shoji screens that must have cost a fortune, nothing that I would ever buy for myself under any circumstances. They show pictures of dragons, egrets, youkai of times past, in beautiful blue, red, black, and green ink. The entire room is illuminated by the flickering glow of rice-paper lanterns, something which in modern times I rarely see used outside of temples on festival days where young children would run around with sparklers and little bags of fish attached to their fingers by a rubber band.

As I prop myself up on a shaky and slightly sweaty arm I try to place a finger on where I am... This place looks so similar to somewhere I've been before... High end rooms like this one aren't my own home in Toshima, Tokyo. Places that I've been with rooms in this style. Tatami and shoji means that it can't be my home nearly half-way across the world, so that crosses my familial home off of the list. And I can't be in the Western Palace, as Hatoru and I didn't get along even when I was Alceil. In fact we hated each other quite a bit, despite my timid civil nature. If I run into him at any point I won't be simple... Not after knowing what he will do. Lack of courage that I used to have be damned, now I'm a strong independent male who can assert himself. By that same logic I can't be on the Northern Island of Japan, not that I'd want to interact with the Ainu People at all. Ryu was a bit more accepting of Alceil, as I wasn't perceived as any sort of a rival.

Then I notice something... Namely silk. I rarely wore silk at any point, unless it was an extremely formal occasion. Cotton is much cheaper, and highly versatile. Even in the modern age where I needed to wear a suit and tie to teach economics or cooking courses my clothing was polyester and most of the time second hand or on sale as well. No point in spending two-hundred dollars on a brand-new suit when the value of it slowly but exponentially decreases over time. This fabric though, I do remember it. Belphegor picked it out shortly after Mammon died, when she took up the throne for herself until I felt as though I could take over. Magnolia petals in a mandarin orange color were imprinted on the dark-blue sleeves, woven by hand in. The outer yukata had a finely stitched wave pattern, with a fabric the color of moonlight and another the color of dutch flowers. Even the obi was carefully made and layered, reds, blues, greens, silvers, golds mixing together in an intricate design. Down to the thick bright red hair ribbon keeping violently blond locks back, and plain brown hakama it was well made.

Looking to my wrist I see the cut, it is healed, but looks like it went deep. About as deep as my fangs would allow me to go anyways. Enough to not only draw blood, but to draw quite a bit of it at that. Upon seeing things I come to my senses. Sure, I still have no idea when and where I am, but something bad must have happened. Fourteen years in modern times of watching every Sci-Fi Movie (B-Rated or not) I cold get my hands on taught me that. I'm on my feet in moments, and rushing towards a shoji screen leaving to what appears to be a dark corridor.

As soon as I push open the screen I recognize the place. This is the more luxurious wing of the Imperial Palace in Kyoto, back when Hayou was ruling to be specific. As Alceil I stayed here once or twice, but the Palace itself wasn't memorable. As Whimper they kept me in the Barracks with the other guards, the only exceptions to this being when I was visiting Anjina. Whimper, who still remains silent if he is there at all, paid more attention to this place than to most others. Half disdainfully, half out of admiration of it's beauty. Hopefully I can still navigate the place well enough... Because I don't want to run into anyone.
Whimper
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Thu 15 May 2014
at 03:24
Re: Lets start
Rebbi's P.O.V. [1041 A.D., Heian Era, Heian/Kyoto]

When I wake up my body is stretched upon a futon... The forge I am in is bright, flooded with the light of mid-morning. A man stands a ways away from me, iorn in hand, crafting a sai from a fang that glows red with embers. He is old, and wrinkled from smiling quite a bit in his day. From the faded streaks of copper in his hair as well as the seven tails peeping out from under his simple black cotton yukata, the edges of which still seem to be lit with the embers of his trade.

From another portion of the smithery an elderly woman emerges, obviously once beautiful in youth though now similarly aged to the man in the forge. Her hair had completely grayed with age, and from the looks of her eight tails she is about a hundred years older than her husband. Wispy hair pinned up in a tight bun with a onyx ball shaped ornament she carries a wet wash-cloth in her hands. As I try to push myself up the woman rests her hands on my shoulder, short pink sleeves pushing against my breast lightly and guiding me back down, "Rest child. You've sustained trauma of a temporal kind, loosing years of your young live in the process. It is not an easy injury to sustain even if you weren't the one directly attacked."

As she presses this notion I notice something awkward. First, my clothing had been changed. Instead of my futuristic garb of a hoodie, pleated skirt, and green shirt I'm in a red southern style martial artist's top with delicate golden imprints on the bottom, paired with a dull hunter green set of monpei. Soft on the inside yet hard on the surface gloves that I wore before still cling to my wrists, which gives me a bit of comfort. Secondly my breasts are more perky, and womanly features haven't quite come in yet, leaving me with a body akin to that of a middle aged teenager. In any other circumstance I would panic, but exhaustion keeps the nipping feelings at bay. Thirdly already pale mint-green locks cascade down my shoulders in curly waves and pool at the end of the futon like spun sea-glass.

"Kitsune-san," I nearly groan, trying to prevent myself from expressing the ache in my stomach, "What happened? Why am I here? Who are you?" The questions come to mind faster than I can ask them, yet I try to keep them minimal and my tone polite. Upsetting my host who took me in while I was quite obviously ailing would be rude... And though from the future hospitality is a virtue of mine.

"No need for formalities. My name is Koboshi, and as you have correctly guessed I am a kitsune youkai, as is my mate over there working on the dagger, Ginko. You collapsed outside of the forge after your fight with the Western Lord," she places the towel on my head, and instantly the smell of herbs hits me, "Little child of the future, you will be fine... But first you must assure that history follows the correct path. The one that leads to your peaceful world. As for where you are, this is the forge, you'll be safe here whenever you need a place to rest. I can promise you that for now."

Whimper
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Tue 20 May 2014
at 21:51
Re: Lets start
We haven't put in any song narrations as of late... And I found a nice song for Rebbi due to it being about self degradation. Here is a link to a youtube video of it (As I can't show you the one of the niconico... >< https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2GJcYBoVyg Gumi is so cute in this. Love Gumi. And Rin. Miku isn't my favorite. But I love Gumi. Yeah. Gumi forever. Gumi.)
Rebbi's P.O.V. [1041 A.D., Heian Era, Heian/Kyōto (Using a Mac right now so macrons are easy! ^^)]

Koboshi has been helping me for days apparently, as sun and moon pass over head tending to my spiritless body with a soul stuck in a grinding limbo between phases of my life. According to her bathing was easy, the products in my sturdy bag made sure of that. Keeping my body fed and hydrated though was another thing... As a Miko demonic blood couldn't give me the ability to survive like it would for most humans... In fact it could have ushered in my death faster. Manually forcing me to chew was her only option. Profusely I apologized about this, but she declared it wasn't my fault that directly that she had to.

She introduced me to Ginko, who I instantly took a fondness to. An elderly man with rather poor health, his dedication to both his work and his wife is what keeps him going. The smile on his face was beyond contagious, and twinkling in his darkened orbs was a mischief that should've belonged to a child. Kitsune yōkai aren't a species I've seen in my own time... So it's amazing to meet one here, beyond all reaches of my home niche.

Koboshi herself then lead me to the river near her town. It's cold, a lot more frigid than the tap water I'm used to... But still so clean compared to the rivers of my era. Free of the pollution caused by the sins of my species in the past, the glorious failings that lead to my more sustainable period. Letting me be eventually, I bathe on my own, exploring my significantly younger body.

Standing in the water that wraps around my hips, mint green locks fall around my lower body. Against tanned skin they seem to set in, contrasting sharply with the sets of freckles scattering my make-up-less cheeks. The pale light of early morning caresses my skin through the branches of lush trees. I'm not quite concerned about anyone seeing me... It's not as if I couldn't fend them off with this pure water.

To myself I sing a little song... A tune I like from one of the videos I tend to watch on that American video site I like... What was it's web address again? Well, the things around the turn of the century were pretty vague.

思い通りに いかないことだらけ
どうしようもなく 自己嫌悪
八百万の 痛みや悲しみから
逃げ込める場所を
探してる

いっそ 岩の隙間に引きこもって
月も太陽も無視して 眠ろう
生まれてきたことの 意味なんて
知らない 分かんないよ

でも そんな風に 思えるってこと
それは 君がもっともっと素敵に なれる力が
あるって 教えてるんだよ

そうさ
神の まにまに
仰せの ままに
誰だって 地球を愛してる
飲めや 歌えや
どんちゃん 騒ぎ
たまにゃ そんなのも
いいね

そうさ 北も南も
右も 左も
なんだかんだ 地球を愛してる
泥んこ だけど
歩いて 行ける
まだまだ 先は長いさ

ただ 正しい人でいたいだけ
きっと誰もが そう願っているけど
八百万の心の醜さに
苦しめられる毎日さ

僕が生まれてきたこと
奇跡と言えば 聞こえはいいけど
それはきっと 偶然にすぎなくて
やっぱり 意味なんて ないさ

でも 例えば君に いじわるを するやつが
いるなら それは君がとっても 素敵な人だって
教えてるんだよ

そうさ
神の まにまに
仰せの ままに
誰だって 地球を愛してる
僕が 笑って
君も 笑えば
許せないことなんてないよ

そうさ 男も女も
恋しかるべき
そんなふうに 地球は回ってる
どろんこだけど 歩いていこう
まだまだ先は長いさ

本当に大事な ものなんて
案外 くだらないことの 中にあるよ
ときにはみんなで 馬鹿騒ぎ
裸踊りで 大笑い

そうさ
神のまにまに 仰せのままに
もっともっと自分を 愛せるよ
鏡を見てご覧よ もう分かるでしょ?
みんなを照らす光さ

そうさ
神のまにまに
みんなありがとう
やっぱり地球を愛してる
花を咲かそう
大きな花を
天まで届くくらいの!

As I finish the song every part of my body had been washed with my different scents of spring. Everything seems to glow with the ethereal pink light of dawn. For some reason though... I feel as though I'm being watched.
Anjina Kurami
 GM, 284 posts
 Demon
 Child of a powerful clan
Wed 21 May 2014
at 08:36
Re: Lets start
Okay this new character is going to play an important part in the plot sometime in the future. Love the song by the way! ^^
Ryuuki POV [1041 A.D., Heian Era, Heian/Kyoto]
This human i have seen hanging around the neighborhood kitsune couple, it had worried my mother dearly..so she sent me out to investigate. My mother and father were cruel son of a bitches and well they only liked a few people in this world and sadly i wasn't one of them.

Most would be confused, i mean why shouldn't a child's own parents like them right? Yeah tell me about it o ask my self the same thing every day when i see there hateful gazes. So here i was now spying on this human girl with no remorse for watching her bath. A light blush settles on my face an i sit down on a nearby rock and place my head in my hands, what was wrong with me lately?

My ears perk up as a soothing voice begins to sing a very unfamiliar song, but overall it was pretty good. but that came to a close when I felt a strong hand, male hand with claws, snag me by the throat and chuck me into the pure water, since i was human this hurt severely. All i could think about surprisingly was if the girl would be okay i mean she is naked and a demon male is probably here now it might rape if i don;t stop it.

Hayou POV [1041 A.D., Heian Era, Heian/Kyoto]
While walking back to the camp grounds i pondered the news i heard from the nearby people in the town. MY sister the human hater, protected a human miko from a sword attack and was severely injured back at the palace. Worse it was the Western Lord who attacked!

He will be punished later...hurting our sister!

Yes, yes i will punish him but for now submit we needed scare the humans with our glowing eyes okay?

With that my beast resides back into the back of my mind and i walk to the nearby lake to clean off. As i get closer i look for any other aura with my own, and find...two? A male in female both humans though one is a miko...so the man couldn't be a lover wasn't it forbidden for mikos to have those? A spy-er then...i growled low in my that it seemed the male was treading on dangerous grounds, peeking in on a female when she was in her weakest state....

Inuyokai are really protective of females and will guard them if they are part of the pack and if they aren't. Females are the future bears for the heirs and pups of the future why would someone want to destroy these life bringers was beyond me. Seeing the mans back i speed up to him and grab his neck throwing him hard into the water.taking my haori layer off i cover my eyes and jump into the waters below landing with a splash. Looking for the miko with my aura i brush against her confused one and i speed to her, eyes still covered. Throwing the robe over her shoulders i uncover my eyes and take my sword out prepared to end this sleaze bag.

As he comes up for air my eyes go red when all he could look at was my bear chest then to the miko seemly transfixed on how the robe was a bit see threw. I snarl and jump at the man, why am I doing this again? Right cause she is in my lands and i will protect all those in my lands even if they seek to destroy me being as she is a miko. So i stood in front of the miko shielding her smaller one with my own, bear chest and sword out. My aura flared out telling all i was pissed and very powerful.

This message was last edited by the GM at 08:37, Wed 21 May 2014.

Whimper
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Wed 21 May 2014
at 11:49
Re: Lets start
Rebbi's P.O.V. [1041 A.D., Heian Era, Heian/Kyto]

Groaning slightly I can only feel as though this is a 'Yamete' moment. I was stark naked, in a river, taking my first bath since I awoke... And then I feel the friction of possibly the most powerful youkai in the world's aura press against my own green one. If he wasn't on a list of people to avoid... I'd slap him for shamelessly looking at my most private of moments. Seriously? Just to cover me up?

No... Calm yourself down Rebaitan. It's fine if the past version of Mama sees you naked, so her Brother, umm, Sire? Yeah. I can't be bugged by this either. Infact I didn't think that any member of my family, excluding my poor prudish papa, would be so bashful.

"Excuse me... Sire? I just awoke, but, as it seems to be my place to ask you at the moment," a fist clenches then unclenches. He isn't a threat to my and my unfortunately altered body. Poor adolescent me, a summit of awkward yet fearless behavior, "What are you doing? It's nearly dawn right now. If you want the stream to yourself to bathe thats fine... My stench was offending myself when I woke up in this unfortunately... younger... version of myself. But silk will ruin in cold water. The colors will bleed."

Most of my speech is deadpanned and without eye contact... As I'm pressed up to his chest. Gritting my teeth though I add under my breath, "Honestly first thing I do when I get back to my era is taking a shower. Extra compression water jets, maybe plug the bath so that I can lay down in the tub, sandalwood bubble-bath... And that nice robe I purchased on my last trip to China. Then I'll go apologize to Mama for all of the trouble with time, and to Papa for worrying him like this. Yeah..."

This message was last edited by the player at 23:53, Thu 22 May 2014.

Whimper
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Fri 23 May 2014
at 03:31
Re: Lets start
Alceil's P.O.V. [1041 A.D, Heian Era, Heian/Kyoto]

Escapists always end up noticing details they wish never to. Anyone else in my shoes would have had a double-take at the sight of both malicious and concerned spirits from their past. Fourteen years I've been searching for a way back home... And now that I am even close to back where I remember there isn't that same rash desire that I had when I was whole. Whimper had longed desperately to see Belphegor, and to save Lucifer from Naku and himself. As for this me... It grew to love modern life in a way the other me couldn't. Technology was a path away from the problems of the past, and my friends and family there became a newer focal point for my affections. Anjina, I love in any form I or she might come in, more than anyone else. Watching Rebbi grow up and trying to properly raise her was a joy. Rin-chan might be technically Anjina's friend, but I'd still roam the world and back for her. My boss, co-workers, students; all so respectful of my skillful creations with a knife, rather than the kill I butchered.

So, when I saw Lucifer gathering flowers in the latest point of night, I bolted. That child was complete, with a frozen heart and stern yet considerate disposition. When I was forced out, Lucifer was nothing like that. Heart-less would be the most literal way to describe him, a dead man. A brother that I could fight to gain revenge for myself and for Grey, and to avenge himself against Naku. That boy, gathering flowers for his injured sibling and familial friend, wasn't a person I could face and tell his future like a cheap fortune teller.

Given an opportunity I grabbed my older version of my traveling bag, the forked sword that I'm supposed to be able to wield, and a ricepaper parasol to block the harsh rays of the sun from brushing up against my skin... Left a feverish and sleeping illusion in the futon I was supposed to be asleep in. Then I ran. If I'm really in the past, my goal should be to find Rebaitan and get her back to the time to which she belongs. She's the fish out of temporal and special water at the moment. My help is worth more than just my advice.

As the sun starts to rise I head to a familiar place. The same intersection where as Whimper I met my mate for the first time... Forest groves in their primeval, long before the catch-up game of Westernization began, stream rushing in the distance, but no smell of Lavender mixed with metallic blood and sweat. No... My own scent is here though. Pine, apples. figs, oranges, dogwood, crab-apple, lemon, lime, the smell of trees from exotic locations around the globe, with the underlying scent of the rain and rivers that feed them. In the distance, three more. Hayou's sweet yet strong scent, which now I can nail as caramel, cinnamon, butter-scotch, coffee, chocolate, and toffee, dark and powerful, yet strangely inviting. Another humans is there, a boy, with the odor of Eggs Florentine hidden beneath layers of grime.

But then, sharply I'm hit by it. Roses covering up the natural scent of mint, one of her many ways of imitating other women. Sandalwood, sakura, and lavender mixed in, even in this era she chooses to be a garden. And from the freshness of the roses, she just took a bath.

Bath.

Rebbiatan, my dearest only child.

In the middle of Heian.

With not one, but two boys, watching.

One just so happens to be related her, and doesn't know.

The other must be peeping.

My daughter is fearless.

Boys can be reckless.

Hayou only responded well with Whimper because I was, or will be, fighting to protect with Anjina's help.

THIS BOY IS GOING TO GO THROUGH HELL.

Before I can stop myself I've drawn the Nikimaru (二気丸) and at nearly top speed I'm charging towards the river. Parental fury has taken over completely as I rush into the scene, shouting in English with my unfortunate accent, "BLOODY DIE YOU DAMNED PEEPING TOM!" Sure, the phrase won't be invented for a few centuries, but hopefully it will get the point across.




Rebbi's P.O.V. [1041 A.D, Heian Era, Heian/Kyoto]

With the battle cry coming from far out of viewing range in my second language paired with that accent, I curse. Past-Papa can't see me like this! Then... I hear the Peeping-Tom part. That phrase has historical context. Which could only mean one thing.

"くそ。"

This message was last edited by the player at 15:30, Fri 23 May 2014.

Anjina Kurami
 GM, 285 posts
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 Child of a powerful clan
Sat 24 May 2014
at 05:24
Re: Lets start
Hayou POV [1041 a Era Heian HeianKyoto]

Peeping tom? What is a peeping tom? I decided to voice my thoughts "Alceil you know this boy? His name is tom?" Oh i understand now he was say the boy named tom was peeping! Wow it all makes sense, i shook my head at my own foolishness how could i have not known....I growled loudly "Though he is still treading on dangerous grounds, peeping on a girl in her weakest state." I said pointing my sword dead at him. The boy Naku had moved back a few feet after narrowly missing Alceil's rushed attack. I had felt him coming but didn't pay much mind to it.

The boy turns red and sputters while waving his hands, i glare at him fiercely was he to say that he wasn't peeping in on this girl even though i had seen him with my own eyes? "No, no, no, i wasn't peeping, though i did see her naked..." he shook his head and turned even redder, if it wasn't the situation it was i would have laughed.

"What are you saying fool?"
he then cleared his throat and looked away "Well this miko had been staying with the kitsune couple in my neighborhood and my mother was worried so she made me come make sure the miko would cause no harm, i really didn't mean to see her bath i just stumbled in by accident i though she was washing her clothes!"

I just deadpanned "You really are an idiot aren't you?" placing my sword back in my sheath i jumped out of the water and onto the shore before dog like shaking the water off of me and purposely on to the boy. "Well next time you 'stumble' in on  a girl bathing and I see it, i will end your petty existence. Am I understood?" Naku nodded vigorously. Now Hayou the ever naive guy to the people around him began to undress and prepare of a bath. Half way unclothed the boy just yelled stop and ran away. I looked shocked and re dress grumbling about precious losing bath time while waiting for someone to say something.
Whimper
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Sat 24 May 2014
at 15:06
Re: Lets start
Alceil's P.O.V. [1041 A.D., Heian Era, Heian/Kyoto]

"Peeping Tom? No, what? I don't know him!" shaking my hands violently in the air I add on, "It's just an expression for a pervert performing a certain action where I come from. Despicable, really," my peeved glare fixates on him before softening... He was worried about getting hurt? Man, I forgot about just how much people hated those with Holy Powers... What they'd be willing to do at that.

Of course, now there is a problem. Naturally I need to explain things to the boy, and to Hayou. Moving over towards him I place a hand on his shoulder, a bit too fearlessly, "The miko you just saw bathing happens to be no threat to you, or any other human at that. In fact most demons shouldn't be worried about her harming them at all. I'll inform your parents of this, as I do just so happen to meet her later on... Or the... umm..." my face, if I was still able to blush, would have turned sakuranbo red, "Boy, would you mind putting a bit of space between us for a moment? Just so your out of ear and eye-shot. Later I'll come and get you, bring you home, and have a little chat with those parents of yours about proper ways to raise a child."

Lifting my head towards Hayou I say, "There is something I would like to speak to you about concerning... Well... I'd need quite a while to explain that. You should know though that everyone thinks I'm in an unconscious state at the moment. I was up until about three hours ago, but no one could know I awoke, so I sort of left an illusion back in the futon. It's a long story that won't make a lick of sense," after I say this I bow slightly thinking, I'd kill Hatoru for hurting Anjina if later on this me wasn't going to kill him anyways. Same thing goes for the way he spoke about Asumi-san, Amon-san, and Kazuma-sama as well as insulted Rebaitan.

Fixing my gaze on Rebbi's face I add on, "You, Young Lady,are in huge trouble. That little stunt you pulled with your powers, unacceptable. I'd be surprised if Akai doesn't essentially keep you on a leash after that. Forced time travel is not a pleasant thing at all, and my old body is highly uncomfortable. I can only imagine what my consciousness from this time might do with my current body."

She noticeably laugh a bit, a nervous, slightly unconscious laugh. Rubbing the heel of her hand to the back of her head she answers, "I don't even want to know. He'll have access to an industrial grade kitchen after all. Flash-freezer, deep-freezer, cart of cutting boards, fry-a-lator, knives of every variety, types of ovens not even invented yet, a fully stocked pantry, ect."
Whimper
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Wed 28 May 2014
at 22:01
Re: Lets start
(Meanwhile...) Lucifer's P.O.V. [1041 A.D., Heian Era, Heian/Kyoto]

Nearly noon and the breeze of mid-spring doesn't reach my shaded room. Haru is supposed to be the most beautiful of seasons in this land, though aki should also be quite pretty. Pink banners are supposed to sail through the sky, peeking around this time, perfect for a young lover's confession. Mortals age much faster than youkai do, blood demons especially. Like Avian demons we platue at some point, around five-hundred years, and slowly decline after that. Which explains easily why my Father could have been such good mates with the Lord of this land's Grandfather, the two of them were of a similar age when he died... So each and every year I get to see young folk fall in love, embrace, and quickly age to the point of oblivion. Meanwhile I remain cloaked in a comforting darkness, like the wires used for Deus-Ex-Machina, leaving the inexperienced me in a state of secure limbo.

A glass sphere rests in two paper-white hands, carefully turned to the right time and place. To the outside world this item would appear to be a simple ball, a child's toy or a fanciful trinket for a spoiled child; but to me this is a medium to enhance my natural temporal abilities. A useful power, being able to adjust the consciousness of any being to that of a set time, not as good as the temporal control I'll have as an adult, but a start. Currently I know that the future version of my brother will be needed much more than the man in this time, perspective-wise it is only the correct tactic to go about this. Unfortunately by default settings I also had to retrieve... Others. Not being that skillful with these powers yet it will half to do. At least I temporarily eliminated that human half, however that showed up I don't know.

Rain is common where I come from, this season in particular is powdered with it. Hence why it is such a safe place for my kind, the clouds shield our delicate skin from burning. Unlike my sibling I despise the sun for how it mocks me. No matter how well I can learn to control the threads of time, I'll never be able to do something as simple as stroll in the sunlight. My un-beating heart makes sure of that. But unlike my brother, my father, and even my mother I'm not righteous that deep down. It's just that in this case the "good" thing to do is what suits my interests...

And more importantly the interests of the illusion pretending to be asleep by my side. Unconscious, and blissfully nonexistent.

This message was last edited by the player at 22:02, Wed 28 May 2014.

Whimper
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Sun 1 Jun 2014
at 04:10
Re: Lets start
Rebbi's P.O.V. [1041, Heian Era, Heian/Kyoto]

At this point my environment has began to tune out. My Dad just continues to babble aimlessly on about things that only I could truly comprehend, and maybe my deceased friends. Slowly images of them emerge in my mind emerge rather than the world around me. Memories functioning as a temporary escape from the nonsensical world engulfing. One particular scene surfaces and replays over and over, early December the first year after Amon's accident, we were only first years in highschool then. Naive and unprepared for fate's cruelty, their horrible demise. Or, maybe just we were.




Hot chocolate is filling my favorite mug; a porcelain cup decorated with a chibi version of a character from an anime that I like, The Melancholy of some-one or other. Titles always seem to escape my mind, but the plot remains like a soft imprint upon the crevices of my mind. Snow fills my parent's small back yard, and I perch on the porch in my winter uniform. Cozy and warm, the long sleeved high wasted seifuku is decorated in black and red, over it I don a thick brown cardigan, unbuttoned yet still clinging to my undeveloped body.

Right next to me is the Siren whom I have come to love, even though originally I had aligned myself with the mute as pentance for my actions as a young child. Blowing at the surface of her mug strands of ember pink hair fall loosely in front of her face, mid-length hair braided in spirals that cover her ear-like facial fins. Her posture is more relaxed than mine, with a slight bit of slouch to her back and one leg crossed over the other.

On my left Amon sits, curiously eyeing the warm beverage in his hands, as if it was the first time he'd seen a steaming cup of chocolate. Cautiously he sniffs it, as if there was any reason not to trust my cooking, it was from a powdery mix so there was no way I could screw up. Layered on top is foam from melted marshmallows, slowly integrating with the clumpy liquid.

My friend I chastise with a placid tone, "Soon enough it will be like there was never those mini-marshmallows at all. Calories will still be there, but they'll be dead weight. Asumi-chan and I went through a lot of trouble to get those, because you like the smaller ones so much more than the big ones," a scowl seems like the appropriate way to express my feelings, but I have better control than that. Instead my face remains passive, not aggressive or stoic, just peaceful, voice minimizing how I want to appear, "Or at least you used to like them better."

"Priestess," he responds, a sense of authority to his voice. If I didn't care so much about him I'd be ready to snap. As of late that is the only thing he's referred to me as. Not the endearing 'Rebbi-chama', 'Rebbi-tan', 'Rebbi-chan', 'Rebbi', or even the maddening 'Rebaitan'. No, an empty profession takes the place of all affection, and he attempts to sound as removed from me as possible. Just a face in a crowd of thousands, defined by a strange mixture of holy powers, by a person who was the first to know and even understand my guilt. Never before have I felt so angry, "What is this saccharine smelling concoction? Poison of some sort? Because this one immune to all illness."

"You caught the common cold last month, if you don't remember clearly. During the entire week you accused our Moth youkai classmate of powdering you with it's dust. Tanaka-san wasn't too gleeful about it either. Part of your daily meeting with our Guidance Councilor was spent on how your actions were rude. We disproved that you were invulnerable then and there," I respond, still pretending not to care about the situation. Acquired density seems to work in my favor this time, but you can never know as of late, "And it's hot chocolate. Every winter we've been friends we always meet at my house for this stuff. Every time we alternate out our favorite types of toppings. Asumi-chan has a penchant for whipped-cream, and I enjoy the pink and green ones that are peppermint flavored because they color the chocolate. Mini's have always been your favorite because you can get more in while you drink."

A hand squeezes my shoulder, and a knowing look is flashed in my direction. Charming emerald eyes catch my own fuchsia ones, and a small smile grace's her beautiful face. When saddened Asumi-chan looks elegant, with slightly slit watery eyes and sinking thin eyebrows, but I prefer how she looks when she's happy. Her word-less message comes across though, and I sigh in response, "Just drink it you arrogant idiot. You'll like it, you always have before Amon."

"Who?" He asks, but when he receives a tempered yet still sharp glare from me, the light-bulb clicks in his mind, "Oh yes, that is this one's current name. Wrath, not Greed. Foolish Priestess, you should know what he prefers to be called by now. It is not befitting of one with a high enough intellect to be in this one's presence."

"Mammon-sama is too long for my tastes. Amon is much better, easier to write too. Your grievance will remain unsatiated," he takes a nervous swig from his dull blue cup, and with it deadened excitement flashes through his eyes, "Also cut out the formal speech. Referring to one's self in the third person is far too medieval for any modern person. Take my word for it, you know the story of my life already. Learn from it you narcissistic prick."

He doesn't acknowledge my gripe, most likely for the good of both of us. Our relationship has suffered enough as is, and if I didn't like him and the mute next to me so much I'd have severed ties by now. They are like the siblings I've never had, and there is no way I could let either go... Even if just one is a ghost in the shell of a body that I recognize. Quickly polishing off his drink Amon says in that infuriatingly superior way he's gained, "This one find the Priestess's drink to be satisfactory to his sensitive taste buds and only slightly offensive due to it's overwhelming sweetness."

"Told you that you would love it."

"Love is a strong word," his words could be taken as taunting... Or at least I take that arrogant wording as a dare. My own whims will have to remain unsatisfied for now. I can't loose my temper with him, "Merely this brew does not leave this one disappointed. I might desire it at a future date."

"Desire is a strong word, not love. Love can be used to describe an object, an activity, or a close friend. To crave is to desire, to lust is to desire, to envy is to desire, to feel avarice is to desire. That word is a sin, not a sign of affection. It is as impure as you've become Amon," If Priestess is what he insists of thinking of me as then I will make an argument of sin verses the righteous mind. Prayer can't help me force the loneliness I feel upon him though, my drowned friend. Somehow the words manage to remain calm and collected, as if I'm debating him.

"Prods the girl with the romanized version of Leviathan as a name. Tell me are you not a angst filled bundle of envy," my will to remain calm is slowly breaking, buckling in the center like a poorly constructed column. But his next words break me, crush any sense of will, "Truthfully you shouldn't lie about what you really think. It isn't befitting of you Priestess, in fact it is quite pitiful. One who can't be honest with their selves live a miserable existence. I pity you."

Shattering on to the snow goes him mug, blue fragments of pottery and brown remnants of powder staining the snow a tragic color. My hand passed through the air, slapping the container out of his hand. A shocked yet smug look lines his face as I stand in the snow, panting. Asumi-chan looks upset, but not surprised... As if she had known at some point I would snap, "You pompous ass. Self-control doesn't mean that I'm dishonest with you, it just means I have the filter that you no longer have."

The volume of my voice increases, creating a disproportionate raucous to my usual disposition. A bundle of the wrath inside, all of that jealousy that I never express. All of my frustrations with the current situation, "And you know what, you're right. I, myself, am not completely pure. In the past I was an atrocious person, cruel cold and cynical. Dammit I still am pretty awful, because of this burning envy! I was fairly happy, content with life, until one of my two best friends hit their empty head on a baseball bat and moved back in time over a thousand years. News flash, your not a lord, you haven't fought in a battle outside of the yakyu matches that you used to love, and you are not a daiyoukai. Currently whether you believe it or not you are Tonari Amon. You're a first year kokosei, you joined the yakyu team and the newspaper club out of expectation, you hate your step-mother and miss your biological mother and overworked father, and you have a pretty bad case of psychosis and amnesia going for you. The two girls who have stuck by you even now are your best friends in the whole world, and I swear we'll continue to stand by you until you regain every memory you've lost, and after that never leave you! Because even if you don't care we, Asumi Yoshiyo and Rebaitan Kazoku, miss you if you were gone for good. We are your friends, allies, and moral support all wrapped into one Christmas parcel tied with a silver ribbon."

With an empty voice, he laughs. Full of air it is cynical, condescending, and full of remorse, "When fate takes it's toll, Rebbi, you'll really miss this one quite a bit. I pity your misplaced heart. Shameful, really. Remorse, regret, guilt, hatred, passiveness, wrath, envy, it will all catch up to you one day."


Even now my passive state doesn't betray the fact that I've tuned out... Immersed in the regret that he knew I'd have. Somehow, somewhere, I'm sure the second Amon is smirking, shouting "I told you so!" out loud to the first one, while the first one wants to rejoin the world of the living. Let me know that I'm not alone. That the ashes in my bag aren't all that's left of him, even if he did do an aerobic pirouette off the handle and into the psychiatric ward.
Anjina Kurami
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Mon 9 Jun 2014
at 21:06
Re: Lets start
Anjina pov  [1041, Heian Era, Heian/Kyoto]

I was walking down from my room feeling whole once again as i searched out for my mate well used to be mate. It seemed as i was returned to my normal body along with him to his i lost the mating mark since we are farther back then when i had mated to Alceil. I could feel the empty place on my neck and remembered this was the time when Kazuma died, i remember feeling a empty spot right about now in the past.

Letting my aura swim feel i felt my brother? The irritated Alceil along with my daughter. Zooming off i make it there in a matter of minutes as i hear Alceil blabbering one about Perverts and stuff. As i walked threw the clearing my eyes warmer than usual my brother greets me with a surprised smile and hug. He usual didn't see me without my facade on. "Ah dear sister it seems Alceil here is teaching this young priestess about Perverts." I looked at him with an express that meant i wanted an explanation.

He chuckled as if remembering a good time and said "Well some guy was peeping in on the young priestess here and i saved her but then Alceil came along screaming about a peeping toms so i guess tom was the one looking in on her!" I dead panned, good lord my brother is such an idiot sometimes.

Walking to Alceil and placing a firm but light hand on his shoulder i called out "Alceil i think she understands now."
Whimper
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Mon 9 Jun 2014
at 22:00
Re: Lets start
Alceil's P.O.V. [1041 A.D., Heian Era, Heian/Kyoto]

At the moment I am resisting cursing in front of fairly young ears. Instead I settle on backing up and pulling irately on my pony tail, bright blue ribbon tying it coming undone slightly, "Alright, alright. I'll lay off... After all technically she's not technically the one that fu-" I catch myself in time, amending my statement, "Messed up the bloo-" Again, I catch myself before the crass words can be completed, "Messed up the stinking timeline. Still, growing up in the future should have taught her the basic rules of time travel. Events are so far out of order that, he-" This is starting to get frustrating, "Well, some people might not ever be born, the document which-shall-not-be-named, you-know-which revolution may not ever occur across Europe and that Content to the East of here, and events leading up to the Machines-Too-Complex-To-Explain Age and Insert-Emperor's-Name-Here Era might never occur."

Luckily Rebbi seems to snap out of whatever trance she's in, and rests a hand on my shoulder. Squeezing it a few times she sighs, "There there... Listen to... umm..." Finally registering Anjina in the situation she does exactly what I've been avoiding doing. Turns a shade of bright red, clasps her hands together in front of her mouth, and breaks down cursing in a fairly Shakespearean manner that slowly shifts to a combination of ごめん, だいじょぶの, あたしはばかやる, and くそ, much less civilized.
Anjina Kurami
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Mon 23 Jun 2014
at 19:51
Re: Lets start
Sighing I put my hands on her face and says in a calming voice "Its okay, ignore my brother he is such an idiot some times." With that i got a glare from the person in question. I could feel inside that the Anjina persona of this time period wanting to take over and make my emotionless again. I knew i had to be careful and get out of this exact time period and into the right one soon, i didn't want to revert back to my old self.
Whimper
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Mon 23 Jun 2014
at 20:09
Re: Lets start
"Is this... Ummm... Really the you guys from my time period?" she asks, trembling slightly, knees weak. It is slightly heart breaking to see her like that, and I say slightly because this Alceil was or is, or um, whatever works, at a time long before having kids was even a thought he or I had considered. But then again this time's me hadn't thought of quite a few things that were enjoyable. With all of my regrets there are quite a few decisions that I don't. Akai, Rebbi, Jina, all of them make life so vivid... It hurts seeing her like this and feels so empty beforehand, "Do you have any idea how this all could-could have happened? Why we're here rather than at home?"

"The laws of time travel," I reply non-nonchalantly, "Whomever brought us back will have to return us... Or something along those lines," in my head I try to list off those who I know with temporal control. There was Father, but even now he's been dead for too long for it to count. Then there is Anjina, but it would've required her completing the spell and we were forcibly sent back. Rebbi might have some degree or another of the ability, but she wouldn't have enough control over it to make it work. Which leaves Haru, and Lucifer... I'd be happier if it was Haru, but somehow I doubt it was her.
Whimper
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Wed 25 Jun 2014
at 22:29
Re: Lets start

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Whimper
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Tue 12 Aug 2014
at 05:48
Re: Lets start
Lucifer's P.O.V. [1041 A.D., Heian Era, Heian/Kyoto]

Like dew dripping off of the long leaves of morning the Muyoru's view ripples and distorts in and on itself. I gaze over the glassy surface of the ball, watching them move about the spring. Does the future really convert people into that? Primitive human baboon's with a clear purpose that they are determined to fulfill? Or is that later part just the shock and trauma of the travels throughout time.

There isn't any point watching in real time, I could always go back and watch the rest once I'm done... But before that I need advice, and I need it desperately. Mammon would know what to do, and though I never got the chance to know him while he was alive the dead version of him is more cooperative than the rumors say that the living was.

Sliding my hand over the surface of the glass a room forms, similar to that of the ones in my palace at home but closer to what I've always envisioned the divine to be. It varies from one keeper of my weapon to the next, but always this realm is merely a vessel unto which the deceased can thrive. Stone walls draped with finely woven tapestries of blue gold and silver; oaken floors decorated by finely crafted furniture and rugs imported from Persia; spacious views of an idyllic void. Everyone in this holding point had a purpose in life, and now if death.

As per command it focuses in on a pair, chained together by a silver cuff. An elderly looking man, with his first white hairs starting to peek through hair on the border of yellow and olive, sits calmly at a large table, sipping a cup of fragrant earl tea. On the other side there is a boy, barely out of adolescence, that seems to have been around for even longer than the first. Reincarnations are always chained together, so that would make sense. The latter of the two fidgets with something from his time, trying desperately to communicate with the world outside of his purgatory.

Anjina Kurami
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Wed 20 Aug 2014
at 03:24
Re: Lets start
In reply to Whimper (msg # 609):

I sighed, I had along the line of the same thoughts as Alceil. I could feel the darker magic in the air when they were sent back but it wasn't as dark as Haru's just a tad bit younger and more scared of something, no someone. I was guessing Lucifer was put up to it by Haru since the air was scared and untamed unlike Haru's whose was mastered and evil. I mimicked my Mates thoughts and sent mine to him threw the bond hoping he would understand somewhat of what I was guessing.

"Your father is right, only the one who sent us could return everyone tot he correct time period. It will have to be soon though cause I can already feel the persona of me from this time period wanting to get out. Alceil we need to make sure we act like the self we are from this time period not from the one we do come from though." I turned and crossed my arms "But, that's the thing when we do go back where do we go to? The feudal era original one or the future?"
Whimper
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Wed 20 Aug 2014
at 03:59
Re: Lets start
Rebbi's P.O.V.
"Ummm... Excuse me, but-" coming out of my fit of curses I realize that the original two who walked in on my bath are still present. Not to mention that I am only covered by this Shogun of a fallen age's haori, or should I call him uncle? Fuck no. Youkai for parent's, that's one thing, but I'm still a miko who should retain whatever shred of purity she has left. Not to mention this is our first real meeting.
"Not now Leviathan, your Mama and I need to divide tasks," If Papa was a chicken... By now he'd be toriyaki.
"Please... Don't use my full name... You know it's sounds too weird for my tastes... Also there are still people."
"I'll go after Haru to see if she's behind this, though I doubt it. She might be a powerful Witch, but remember how timid she can be. Could you interrogate Rushi and see if he's using the Mu Yoru to do this?"
I turn to the two other men in the creek with me and sigh, "I'm so sorry... This is how Milady and Milord," Oh god damn I hate calling Mama and Papa that. Shit, I hope that they weren't paying attention, "Act, when frustrated, in my time. Regardless I'm Rebaitan, or Leviathan, Kazoku from the year 2031 A.D.. If you'd like to you can call me Rebbi though. It's a pleasure to meet you all."

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Whimper
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Sun 24 Aug 2014
at 07:16
Re: Lets start

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Whimper
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Sat 6 Sep 2014
at 20:33
Re: Lets start
Rebbi's P.O.V.
My backpack over by the shore starts to scream out the theme song to a favorite anime of mine, Makaite Chikyuu, with the Holy Roman Empire's version specifically to signify exactly who was calling. The flustered nation's voice is cut short as a message begins... God dammit I forgot completely about work.
["もしもし家族様、それは上田夢、あなたのアシースタントです。 あのね、 私はアモンのお父さんのメッセジイをリーレーする。 あの えとう あ! ここで。"
"Sorry about her Rebbi-tan, Ueta-san was just employed a while ago as you know. She isn't used to your long trips yet. Anyways, my son isn't answering his phone, and apparently Asumi forgot hers at home or something? So you are the last of the three, notably also the most reliable when it comes to these things... But that's another story. We got a call from the hotel in Kyoto saying that the three of you didn't ever check in. Are you three alright? Under most circumstances I'd be concerned about the articles getting done but the last time I heard from Akai-kun he was paniced about you getting into a crash or something but you know how your father is about these things. Anyways, please answer. In a few hours I'll be calling the police to inform them of three missing people... Hopefully I won't have to. Please respond to me at some point about this if you can. Take care- Oh. Hello there Akai-kun. I was just calling Rebbi-tan now to see if she and the other's are okay. Would you like to say a few words to-"
"Be quiet for one second human who I have been informed is an ally of mine. Seriously I feel as though I'm about to explode. How do you people even manage in this place? You can't fly places without a steel bird because of all these buildings. The air is clouded by the foulest substances I have ever smelt. Don't even get me started about how people are dressed! Seriously, skirts that short? Not to mention this damn voice in my head that won't shut up, excuse my language."
Shit. Okay. Past-Papa is awake in present Papa's body. That is no good at all. I can't flee from the situation with Present-Mama and Present-Papa right here already acting strange... No doubt this is confusing that kid and his Highness. I'll have to play this all off later.
"Akai-kun... Did you finally loose your marbles? Seriously, I knew you had some junk in your past and all, but-"
"MARBLES?! Seriously? I woke up in an unfamiliar bed after moments before having passed out on the ground in exhaustion from hauling someone down the streets. Then I roll over, and next to me is my CHILDHOOD FRIEND. No, not just any friend, a close childhood friend who I've admittedly thought was the most adorable thing in the world since we were tiny. Of course this freaks me the hell out, and I try to sneak away before she wakes up. I pass by a mirror, fuck I could see myself in it, and I didn't look like I did in any of my portraits. Not to mention the vast surplus of them hanging across the walls doing ridiculous things like riding on a dragon, often times with a group. I manage to figure out that I'm wearing sleepwear, don't ask how, and get dressed in some of the most unfashionable, yet highly comfortable, garments I've ever seen. Some sort of fiendish minor demon on a table roars at me and it's face lights up and changes colors frequently. So I ran out of the house after that only to be bombarded by two overly friendly ningen, a soldier and a miko I believe, claiming that the "Four of us" had plans today. Of course I asked them what was going on... The soldier looked confused and just rubbed his head whereas the miko nodded and sighed claiming that she would explain everything later but I didn't want to-"
This ranting continues for about the next five minutes... Of course it ends with an 'I am so killing Rushi when I get back' before the message is cut short. With Papa's attention finally focusing on something other than getting back, and him asking, "Did I really sound like that at one point? Wow, what an idiot I was. Seriously, When in Rome do as the Romans do. It makes sense. You have a Level 1 Proficiency Rating in Japanese Alceil so use it. Not to mention that Akira-kun is typically good natured and doesn't deserve to be the victim of your, or, ummm, past me's(?), anger? Fuck. Time is confusing," pulling on his blonde locks he tacks on, "But I was able to grow accustomed to the Twenty First Century within an hour! And how I ended up there was a lot worse than standard sibling interference. ... My precious laptop with all of my favorite recipes is a goner... Isn't it? Getting all of that along with three semesters worth of lesson plans will be a pain. Not to mention the cost of electronics these, erm, those days?"

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Whimper
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Wed 19 Nov 2014
at 20:26
Re: Lets start
Rebbi's P.O.V.
Once again, I couldn't bear the abstract, and confusing nature of the situation. For a few minutes, long enough to be left behind in the conversation, I retreated in to favorable memories once again. One's of my friends, who I imagined were looking at me from whatever plane lay for us after death. They were extrapolating the information they needed from the fate lines on my hand, trying to sway my judgement before the eyes of time in a favorable direction.

Nine Thirty AM, exactly. School had just started for the year, and the seat I choose was a favorable one. It would allow me to gaze at the pink skies of spring whenever I needed to escape from the reality that was my new life. This experiment... This form of penance, I knew, would drive me to the depths of insanity. But I deserved this meek fate. To appear perfect in the eyes of the world around me, and to force myself to be loved as someone that I am not. Sure, I am arrogant, and my vanity is a trait that I am proud of... But I will have to show more humility then I ever have before.

Our teacher for the year was a stout man, with a nose a bit too large for his face. Easily I identified him as another human, we are the only ones who could flaunt around such an imperfection with pride. Because to us even our flaws are positive qualities that define us. In a nasal voice that grated against my sensitive (Not as much so as a demon, or half demons... But still strong enough to make the noise raw) ears, he introduces himself. On the electronic board that we recently had upgraded he writes his name in kanji. Honda Karou. He gives us a brief introduction of himself, nothing of value was buried in his words, then requests that we start introducing ourselves.

Apparently I chose the wrong seat, as he selects me to go first.

My long shadow reflects against the glass pains of the window as I rise in a fashion that I practiced. My posture is no longer as dignified as the one that I chose to master as a child, but rather nervous. I didn't exert the confidence that I felt, the sure truths that I knew wouldn't allow me to reflect how I truly felt about the situation. My uniform was, as usual, perfectly ironed out. It was early April, and as such I was already in my summer clothing. A dignified, almost regal, blood red skirt, and a charcoal grey seifuku would have, alone, given the wrong impression. So with the outfit I had added jewelry that earlier in the week I purchased from one of the chic shops in the Ginza district. They had cartoonish creatures on them. Some resembled food, others stars, or pencils, or other in animate objects. Like a modern princess my fingers were decorated in wrings... My proud mint, almost white, hair was held in two cones low on my head. The barrette that was keeping them back was shaped like a magnolia. Flowers always disarmed opponents. The soft soled shoes I had picked out, even, were stylized to fit in to the innocent girl facade.

"It's nice to meet you everyone. My name is Kazoku Rebaiatan, but you can all call me Rebbi! There's no need for formalities with me," The voice I spoke with wasn't my usual, almost stoic, tone. It was one that I spent hours upon hours practicing in front of a mirror in my bedroom. The smile that I wore, too, was borrowed. The entire ensemble was complemented by  slightly nervous blush, and a shuffle of my feet. From the looks of most of my classmates, they were hooked, "I live in the Toshiba District with my Mama, and Papa. In my free time I enjoy practicing Kyudou, Chadou, observing Shinto Traditions, and learning new languages. At the moment I can speak, along with Japanese, English, German, Latin, and I know Sign Language as well," with a slight bit of practiced hesitance, I bow my head, and say, "I'll try my hardest this year! But I am in your care, so let's all get along."

As I sat down I didn't pay attention to the next person. What reason did I have to? The person behind me was just that, the person behind me. If they wanted to get to know me they would reach out, but I had no reason to look out for them. They were simply another part of the landscape of my life. I ignored each, and every introduction... Not caring who spoke, said their name, interests, and promised to try their best... Until Honda-sensei told me to do something. To translate.

Mentioning sign language, in hindsight, was the best thing that I ever did. At the moment though, I was irked. It didn't show on my face as I moved back to the only other girl in the class with discolored hair. Assumi-chan... She looked so different back then. Not covering up her ear fins, and with a genuinely shy smile on her face. She wasn't like me, a cold woman posing as a genki girl. Asumi-chan was the only one who was truly themselves for their entire life.

"Hello class. It's nice to meet you," Her hand motions were fluid, easy to read. Asumi-chan could clearly hear, but as far as I knew at the time... She couldn't speak. It was my resented job to be her voice in the world, "My name is Asumi Yoshiko, and as you can see I was born mute. I can hear you all, and I know what you are saying, but I can't respond to you. I live here, in the Ginza District, with my mother who works as a voice actress. Yes, I know it is ironic. My hobbies include painting, drawing, photography, ceramics, and sculpting. Please take care of me."

That was my first introduction to the best friend that I would ever have. For the first month or so, I only pretended to be her friend. The two of us stuck together, and for some reason she was the only one that could sense my unease, but she never voiced it. As time crawled on though, and we spent hours together outside of school, she grew on me. Yes, the me that I was, not the me that I wanted to be. The me that Asumi-chan made me strive to be with her own kind attitude. She revealed to me that, like me, she had been involved with bullies during elementary school... But on the opposite side of the equation. Her disability caused her pain, both at home, and in school.

For the first time I found myself caring about someone outside of my family... It was a strange, warm feeling. One that I wasn't willing to give up.


As I returned to reality, once again, I could see the escalated topic. Papa was going on, and on about his computer... His precious lesson plans. Everything that he arranged for his culinary class. His Highness must be confused by this, but I can't quite explain. The guy who walked in on me, who I couldn't bring myself to be mad at, must be distressed too. In a way I want to offer some sort of comfort to him, but I don't know how. Mama, well, I can never read Mama. I can just hope that she is alright.