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 Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 8:38 pm
He had a hard time not wincing at her suggestion. Takuma knew trying to start a conversation about this at home would only cause trouble. At the moment more trouble with them was the last thing he wanted. He stopped to marvel at another headstone trying to hide his unease. "If I were to bring this up all of a sudden my mom would worry." That was an understatement. "She jumps to conclusions and would think I'm planning to do something to make an epitaph be needed soon." He pulled one of the flowers out of the bouquet and set it next to the grave he was looking at. It looked so sad and neglected. "I don't think there is anything fantastic for my epitaph yet anyways. Trying to get good grades and aspiring for the future is all I've been working towards."
Takuma didn't see this as a problem. He didn't particularly like being the subject of conversation. Perhaps if he tried he could change the focus of their chatter. Crysta was always talking about spirits. It had been bothering him for a while. A nagging curiosity. "What sort of spirits vie for your attention Crysta?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 7:51 pm
The energy Crysta felt did not abate any was Takuma would carefully explain the situation concerning his family. Crysta's wandering halted with Takuma's steps, and she watched as he placed the lone flower on the grave. "Your a very silly boy." She declared with a rather confident grin. "That's what you write in journals for. You leave your thoughts there to let your folks or whoever comes after you to read and pick up on." Crysta shook her head a little from side to side in order to make her long dark hair fan out over her shoulders. 'I'll bet I could pick some things out about you in less then a week! Your more special then just grades and aspirations, you just don't realize it cause your you! I can't see everything about myself, but I bet others could pick up things about me that I'd never think of!"
The subtle change of topic caught Crysta off guard a little bit. Mostly because not many actually asked her about the spirits. She was more used to them dismissing her talk as foolish or strange. It was a rather nice change of pace really to be asked about them. Crysta folded her hands behind her head and tilted her gaze upwards as she gave serious thought to her answer. "I don't believe the Spirits actually via for my attention. They are Spirits and I'm just a mortal. They go on doing what they are supposed to in this world regardless of the rest of us. It's more like I vie for their attention Takuma. I do things out of the ordinary for a mortal now-a-days. I try to get through to them, to let them know they are still appreciated and acknowledged for what work they do. The purpose they fulfill. Sometimes I can feel them, sometimes I can see them. They talk and I try to listen. Someday I'm going to be in tune enough to be able to converse with them. I'll listen to their stories and do what I can to help them. I don't think we'll ever be able to recapture the connection we once had with the spirits, but that doesn't mean I can't try my best to re-establish it!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 2:12 am
He laughed at being called silly. It did not seem like a legitimate thing for a girl as strange as her to say. "I'm nowhere near as silly as you." He pouted though the tone in his voice did not make him sound offended at all. "Journals are weird if you just think of them as something people will read after you have passed away."
When Crysta spoke about the spirits Takuma listened quietly. The things she talked about seemed too fantastic to be true. "You can see them?" He couldn't decide if he wanted to be amazed or skeptical of that. "What do they look like?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 10:54 pm
Crysta found herself honestly enjoying Takuma's company. "Then we are both sillies!" She declared to him without hesitation. There was no rule stating two people could not be silly after all! Besides, it was amusing to think of the two of them making people scratch their heads in wonder right? "Between you and me, I am horrible with keeping journals. I tend to just draw pictures in them." Crysta would admit with a small laugh.
"Well, it depends on the spirits?" She decided to try and explain "Like..the death spirits here." Crysta waved her hand out to encompass the graveyard. They are not creepy at all. They are small wispy things with butterfly wings. Did you know that some cultures recognized butterflies as the spirits of the dead? I think this is because they could perceive the actual spirits of death, and they resemble butterflies!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2011 5:17 pm
He found himself laughing at the title she proclaimed for them. What an undignified title it was. "If you say so it must be true!" He really never expected this outing to become so upbeat. Takuma kept walking and began intently scanning the stones. They were getting close. "Then when someone goes riffling through your things when you pass they will see that you are a doodlebug... But do you draw what you would be writing or are they random?"
Takuma looked out at the graveyard when Crysta gestured at it. The place was well maintained and had plenty of green things growing between the stones. "Something as delicate as a butterfly makes sense as a spirit of the dead." It felt like meddling but he could not resist trying asking. "Have you seen any other kinds of spirits Crysta?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 11:51 pm
Crysta was very slowly coming down from her giddy high. Perhaps Takuma had a grounding type of essence? She looked at him with a strangely fond smile. So far he was one of two people who did not openly mock her feelings and belief. It made her think that there was something clearly meant to be in this place. She looked around herself slowly, then shook her head a little bit. "I suppose I do a little of both. I doodle images that run through my head. Sometimes it is of a single moment in my day. Like later I'll probably draw something about us and the cemetery. Other times it's just fantasy stuff. Like what I imagine I would look like as a spirit." She spread her hands behind her head and peered upwards at the sky. "Sometimes I see them out of the corner of my eyes, or in my dreams...I would give anything to be able to talk to them though. To honestly communicate and just...let them know how much I love them."
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