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 Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2023 9:24 pm
July 23, 2023 Sitting on the living room floor Kioshi was sat behind the coffee table, his back resting against the small couch he had, in his lap was the little kitten he’d saved the day before. The kitten was healthy, just severely underfed, and was now making himself at home in the small apartment with Kioshi. The little black fluff ball had been washed, something he’d had done yesterday at the vets, and the kitten had received the shots he’d needed as well as a deworming. He’d been all good to go an hour after arriving at the vets.
While he sat watching a movie, one hand idly petting the kitten who seemed to be resting, he kept his eyes on the tv.
“Black tracks, black crows
Feeding on the face of a dear abandoned boy
Fighting for a taste with the flies
Black chains, black spikes
Hammering the steal and the wounds with s**t and mud
Scabbing into railroad ties
Four, then twenty blackbirds fall”
He didn’t have the best voice but he honestly couldn’t help it either, the song was so damn catchy as was the movie in general, he’d been on a binge today since it was his day off. He’d watched the previous two movies by Terrance, he really did love the movies, it hadn’t been his first time watching any of the movies but tonight was just one of those nights where he needed them. They weren’t movies anyone else he knew had ever watched, they weren’t popular and hadn’t played in most theaters, but that didn’t bother him in the slightest.
He’d first discovered Repo the Genetic Opera by chance, as a dvd at the grocery store, and curiosity had gotten the best of him and he’d looked it up online and watched it. He’d enjoyed it, a lot, even though one could argue he had fallen into the same problem as many of the characters in the movie but he had limits, unlike the characters in the movie, as he’d never fall that far into modifications done to his body.
But he’d understood what the movie had been saying about people, about society as a whole, and he couldn’t help but agree with it. “I think I have a name for you little one.” Having trailed off in his singing at some point, now he was looking down at the sleeping kitten. “Omen.” That was the name the little boy in his lap would have from now on.
Leaning down, as much as he could, he pressed his nose into the soft, fluffy, fur because he couldn’t bend enough for more than the tip of his nose to touch the soft fur. “I suppose my next paycheck is going to you little one.” Not that he minded one bit, because he didn’t, he’d have to order food and a proper cat bed and maybe one of those cat towers he’d seen before. It seemed like a good idea, as did a scratching post or two, he was thinking of various things he could get and that he’d need to pull more work hours and more clients, he’d have to work harder to afford things. It would, in his opinion, be worth it plus it gave him more experience as well.
That in mind he glanced to his laptop, sitting on the coffee table a foot or so away from him, and smiled. He’d already been browsing chewy to get an idea of what they carried but tonight, once the movie was over, he’d have to start setting up an autoship so he wouldn’t need to worry about cat food or litter, he’d also order everything else from there as well.
“You’re going to be spoiled.” Because he had nothing else in his life but the little kitten, which he was ok with, but it meant the poor little fluff would be the center of his attention and affection.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2023 7:24 pm
July 24, 2023 Tonight he was creeping around the castle, no trail of frost to give him away tonight, he carried a small candle holder with him to provide light. He didn’t want to disturb anyone as he wandered the empty corridors, though he suspected no one would be here so late, it was well past midnight and he couldn’t sleep tonight so he’d powered up and come here.
He wasn’t looking to fight but rather to tire himself out so he could return home and sleep. Omen was at home sleeping, he’d left the fluffball on his bed, and hopefully he’d be joining him again soon. He could really use the sleep, he had work in the morning, and a client coming in who wanted a big back piece done and no doubt had asked him to do it not just because of the subject matter but because he was an apprentice and so didn’t charge as much as someone else would have.
It felt like being taken advantage of but he knew it was how things went, and he’d long ago accepted it as part of his job, so he’d done the drawing and gotten all the approval from the client now he just needed the hours to do the work. No doubt there would be breaks, to drink and eat as well as piss, and he needed to be awake to make it through the hours this would take. He could, and likely would, drink down as much caffeine as he could but he didn’t want that to be the only thing keeping him awake.
Looking to the burning candle, held in front of his face, he kept walking and turned a corner as he moved along. The eternal kept to his tip toes as best he could, to reduce whatever noise he might make otherwise, he wasn’t inclined to having company tonight. As he passed a door he caught a flash of light, or something, around the door. With no name on the door he assumed it was an unclaimed room, perhaps it was meant to be an office. It was a distance from the other offices, which were all near to each other, so he wasn’t expecting this to be an office of any sort.
Reaching for the door handle he turned it, slowly, so as to make as little sound as he could. The door handle was loose in his hand, and would have jiggled if he wasn’t careful, and door swung open with too much ease. He always assumed doors wouldn’t just swing open so easily, that there would be some resistance, so he was surprised with how quick and easily this one opened. Shaking his head he stepped into the room, dark eyes focused on what he assumed was the source of light he’d seen.
Sitting on a desk, the only piece of furniture in the room, was what looked like a rolled up bit of parchment. Reaching out with his free hand, suspecting something magical but not likely to be dangerous, he touched it slowly. Finger tips just grazing it before he was moving to sit on the desk and get comfortable, as he set the candle holder to the side, he picked up the roll of parchment.
Unrolling it, slowly, he was surprised to see words or at least he assumed they were words. They certainly weren’t in English but the letters, or characters perhaps, each glowed a sort of bluish yellow color. While he skimmed over it all, finger tip just touching here and there, he watched as the glow dimmed on each character he passed. Slowly dimmed letters flickered out of existence so nothing was left behind for him to try and memorize or anything else. But something else had happened, his finger tips that touched the parchment had taken on that same glow. It wasn’t until the last character had gone out that his own finger did as well.
In it’s place was the same knowledge he’d had with his own magic, just knowing what to say and do, and this was new…new words and a new motion. He just knew what to say and do. It was the same thing and it was just there in the back of his mind, poking at him to notice it - that it was now there. Something new and magical and all for him. Smiling as he sat there in the candle lit room, Miyamoto couldn’t help the low chuckle which passed his lips. He’d just picked up a new little skill, oh how much fun this could be.
He didn’t know what it would do, he could only hope, but he knew it was new magic and he was already eternal so this was something else for him; a fourth spell. He’d have to test it out on someone soon - very soon.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2023 4:35 pm
July 23, 2023 Today was an odd day, like seriously ******** odd, he knew it would be from the start but it had just gotten more entertaining in a way he could get on board with. He knew there was a special client coming in later, in the afternoon, and the backroom which they almost never used had been cleaned up and set up for a photoshoot. He knew what that meant, he’d known about it for a few days now, and he’d thus helped in the cleaning up and arranging of things.
What he hadn’t expected was a walk-in client with a rather specific idea in mind - a norigae. That was a Korean traditional ornament for a hanbok, and he wasn’t Korean, but he knew what one was. He’d never drawn one, or even considered it, but it wasn’t too difficult an idea for him to wrap his head around. It was still asian in nature and used themes he’d already done before so it wouldn’t be too hard for him, though it would focus more on his linework than design.
When no one else felt comfortable enough with it, even if it seemed easy to do, Kioshi offered to take on the task. Asking the female, who had mentioned being half Korean and half American, he told her he was going to go look up some images, take her ideas into account, and work on some drawings to present to her.
Sitting in the backroom, sketch book out on the table, his laptop was out in front of him as he skimmed over images of norigae. Not only was he looking at the real ones, on peoples hanbok, but also other tattoos of them. It was helpful and gave him an idea of what he’d be needing to do as well, he might have even pulled up a video of someone tattooing one on a person.
This s**t he decided, after watching a few videos, was going to be small fine needle work and he was not pleased with it. He was used to using larger mags on his work than this. Pinching the bridge of his nose as he drew up ideas, taking his time on them, he couldn’t help but shouting for one, or two, of his co-workers to come and see what he was working on and give him some feedback. This was something that while in his wheelhouse was also something to be nervous over. Any little ******** up and it would be noticed, he was sure of it.
She wanted wisteria in the charm piece and everything in color, which was fine, but the detail the flowers would need would be the tricky part. Looking up pictures of wisteria, as he’d need a reference for them, he printed a picture out so he could keep it there while he worked. The beads were to be gold and jade, which would look good, while the strings would be red and than he had the flowers. Mentally he was going over the colors he’d need for this piece and how he’d set it up, even while he sketched out the knot work for the norigae.
It took time, of course it did, and he had several options when he returned to the front of the shop near around forty five minutes later. Taking a chair he laid out the design options in front of the client, on the glass table top, and pointed out each one and what he’d done with them each. From different charm shapes, and sizes, to other differences between them each. He went with different knot designs as well. He tried to really keep each option very different from the other ones, while still keeping to using wisteria for the flower on the charm.
As he’d been working on the design he’d decided to create a few more of these, with themes other than wisteria, to offer up and show in his little room, as well as keeping some ideas in his sketch book. It was just another thing he could do and would let clients know; though he doubted they’d be very popular. He still figured it was a good idea plus it showed his skill and a bit of diversity as well.
While he wondered about that the girl had finally picked what they wanted. “Good, let's get you paid up and I’ll make the stencil while you do that and we’ll get started on this.” Because later on today he wanted to watch their special client. That in mind, and with something to do, Kioshi headed off for the backroom and the copy machine so he could get his stencil made.
With his stencil in hand he headed for his room, where the client was thankfully already sitting and waiting, as he settled into working. This was going to be; he was sure of it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2023 8:10 am
July 26, 2023 Piercing play wasn’t something many people partook in, and he understood why, but it had been pleasing to watch. He had his fair share of piercings but he’d avoided piercing anything aside from his ears, though he had modified other parts of himself. It was one of those things which wasn’t for him, it didn’t mean he looked down on it, far from it in fact. He found beauty in it and artistry as well. It wasn’t something easy to do or easy to have done to you; it took a lot from both parties.
When he’d finally clocked out for the night and headed home he’d gotten himself dinner, he kept dumplings in the freezer, and he’d fed Omen as well. A nice hot shower, and a change of clothes, had led into him stepping out for the night to power up. Now he could go seek out some of these new team members he had, though the thought of it still bothered him, he didn’t really feel up to dealing with people tonight.
Though he really didn’t like dealing with people most nights, not after hours of dealing with people at work, he knew he’d need to get around to it though. He’d already dealt with that one general with the pink hair though. He wasn’t looking forward to meeting other people, and didn’t plan on meeting too many others, he was fairly certain he wouldn’t have as much to report back as the General King wanted or expected of him. He could only hope the other wouldn’t question his loyalty, or anything else, because of that. His not wanting to be social didn’t mean he wasn’t loyal; he’d like to think he was very loyal.
He understood, very well, how order failed at working together, he’d seen it plenty of times. Members off screaming and raging as their magic did similar while others were busy in their own fights with no help, not even from the ones with the most magic, it was a mess really. But he knew how to take orders, and make suggestions, he could support in a battle as well. Did he really need to go shadowing people about so he could learn team work? Recruiting was fairly obvious to him, though it was something which didn’t hold his interest, he just didn’t see the point. He wasn’t going to say that directly to the General King though. Much as he was a rebel he also had survival instincts; thank you very much.
He knew what the General King had said, he’d listened to it all, it kept repeating in his head like a ******** busted record. Missions and recruiting and all kinds of other things were expected of him but why? Didn’t they have enough people to do that? If everyone was doing it why did they not have larger numbers? Why had they not dealt the senshi and knights the death blow already? Clearly it wasn’t being done and others weren’t being taken to task - right? Why did he need to crawl himself out from under his rock and go do these tedious things?
Yeah, he could go see someone and he likely should but god damn it if he didn’t want to. He’d already run into that pink haired general, Prenhite. He had told the General King he wasn’t into this sort of socializing so the other shouldn’t be so surprised when he didn’t do much. He was loyal to the cause but he was still who he was and suddenly becoming social, and following people around taking notes, was not a part of him. He’d try, perhaps, tomorrow night and maybe he’d talk to someone else. But tonight he wanted to hunt down order on his own and deal with them as he saw fit. He didn’t want to watch others do what he wanted to do, or listen to others talk about recruiting and missions they might be planning, if a mission came up he’d know about it then and he’d sign himself up for it asap. Because missions he could get on board with; and had done so several times.
Letting the chill air surround him and the frost creep out under his feet, to trail down and follow his hair along the ground, he took a deep calming breath and headed off to hunt. He was hoping to find someone to entertain himself with tonight, he needed to get his chill back like he’d had earlier today at work. Thinking about the general King, and his words, the order he’d been given. It was all too stressing and exhausting for him, because being social took too much energy from him. He’d find his chill and relax and then return home and drag Omen to bed with himself and get some sleep.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2023 9:35 pm
August 16, 2023 Since joining the Negaverse Kioshi had noticed he tended to have headaches, a lot, whenever he was stressed he’d get hit with a headache. He could feel them coming on, they crept in, and throbbed and made sleeping uncomfortable as laying on that side of his head hurt. If he was working when they hit every sound hurt and the lights in the shop killed, it hurt his eyes so much and made things worse, he’d started to leave ice packs in the freezer in the backroom so he could lay down and try and ease the headache away.
He had several ice packs at home as well, all for the purpose of handling the headaches. Figuring this was something he’d dealt with before, and had likely told himself about, he was sitting down on the wooden floor with boxes surrounding him. Omen was laying under some papers, having decided they made a good bed, as he was searching through everything to see where he’d left himself a note about this all.
“Come on Hisoka, tell me you left me a clue.” Talking to his previous self - how odd. He was certain if someone were to hear him right now they’d think him nuts, and maybe he was, but it was like talking to someone else because he was not Hisoka anymore. Piles of papers, books, and other things laid about the floor as he rubbed at his temples. There was so amn much here, more than he thought, but he’d packed as much of his previous self into these boxes so he could help himself.
It had to be here, he was certain of it, if he got headaches from stress and he was going to change sides and join order he’d leave himself a note. So Hisoka must have done the same thing, right? They were after all the same person, sort of anyway.
“Damn it.” Cursing he reached for Omen, petting the cat, he didn’t mind the little n** to his fingers and having his fingers licked with that sandpaper tongue he had. Omen at least kept him company when he was home, as he was otherwise alone in this small apartment. It wasn’t that bad though, especially now.
Moving through another stack of papers, pulling them out of the box and into his lap, he started going through everything slowly. Opening books and flipping pages, Kioshi was on the look out for anything which might help. He was hoping he might even have a medical file or information on his medical history somewhere. He didn’t need a birth certificate or anything like that, he wasn’t even hoping for it, but right now he really could use the medical information. He had a feeling, something nagging at him, telling him that this was normal. These headaches were normal for him; he was sure of it.
It was towards the bottom of the box, and this was the third box, that he found a file folder which contained what he was looking for. It had a copy of his birth certificate, which was fine by him, but there was a note in there mentioning the headaches only it said they were migraines and it gave advice, including ice packs, but also listed was another solution to the problem. This other option mentioned had him feeling a bit warm, and the tips of his ears flushing red in color. Apparently he couldn't take some of the common migraine medications.
Well, that was interesting to say the least. He almost didn’t believe it in fact but he also knew he wouldn’t have lied to himself about s**t like this. Reading on, as there was a bit more writing, he found that apparently he had a sulfa allergy which caused him to break out. Hisoka really should have put this information on top of everything in this box - it was important. Rolling his eyes he set the folder aside, finished petting Omen, and went to put everything away. He needed to talk to someone - a certain General. He knew the Negaverse had a hospital, how could he not know about it? But he wasn’t interested in telling them this about himself. He’d talk to Arseno in private and give him the information. If somehow itt made it onto a file somewhere in the hospital records, or something else, that was fine so long as he didn’t do it himself.
“Looks like Hisoka did what I would have done.” As he moved boxes, now full of papers, books, and more Kioshi slid the boxes back into the hallway closet. One at a time he put them away, closing the door once done, and stood up as he lifted Omen into his arms. “Come on, bedtime now.” Last night he’d had a bad night, really bad, and tonight he was hoping he’d be good. Last night he’d lost so much damn sleep, before finally falling asleep due to sheer exhaustion. He’d woken up tired, and wanting little more than to roll back over and sleep more, at least the migraine had left but he could still feel something remaining from it…something dull and barely there.
The trek to the bedroom was short, the apartment wasn’t big, and after depositing Omen on his bed Kioshi headed to take a quick shower. Now that he had answers, and a plan, he could sleep peacefully and handle whatever tomorrow threw at him…hopefully.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2023 10:58 pm
September 08, 2023 Kioshi had taken what Tom had said to heart, at least most nights, there were some nights when he was just too tired or couldn’t manage it. But the migraines were fewer and further between as stress, which he hadn’t even felt or noticed, seemed to lower. He felt a little less tense and stressed, now that he was looking back on things, and he figured some of it was thanks to Tom’s advice.
But he really couldn’t manage helping himself every night so he’d decided to invest in something to make things a bit easier, so maybe things were better and more interesting, it was starting to get boring in all honesty. This was something he’d never thought he’d have to deal with, considering his general lack of interest, but here he was and now figuring a solution to the problem.
The solution was something he’d hit on rather quickly but that was the easy part, the hard part was actually doing the shopping online and deciding on what to add to the cart to purchase. Price was one issue he hit upon, even with a coupon offered for giving over his contact info for future promotions, but it still wasn’t easy for him. This wasn’t something he’d ever given much thought to and he found to make him uneasy, something he wasn’t entirely comfortable with, he’d flipped between various websites before returning to look over things more and then do it all again. It took more time, it dragged things out, but it got the job done in the long run and an order was placed and a confirmation email arrived ten minutes later to his inbox.
That done, and his embarrassment ended, Kioshi let Omen into his lap, the kitten had been sitting on the floor next to his chair for a while now mewing up at him. Once in his lap Omen climbed up onto his computer desk and decided it was time for a nap, right near one of the two speakers on the desk, so Kioshi turned the volume off, and settled for finding ways to entertain himself online which did not include volume as he didn’t care to upset the cat.
After some time, and some failures at getting ideas on what to do which did not include noise, he found his old headset and plugged them into his speakers and turned his volume on and proceeded to find videos online to watch and occupy his time with. Tonight was one of those nights where he hadn’t brought his work home with him, sometimes it seemed like a rarity, but he hadn’t brought it tonight and he wasn’t ready to turn into bed either so he needed something to entertain himself with.
Tonight was just youtube videos, because honestly he was bored of other things, he figured he was fine though since he’d been good as far as migraines went. He’d only suffered one earlier in the week and the medication had helped, so had laying down with an ice pack or two. Thinking about that reminded him of something he needed to do, something he’d been thinking about, he needed a small freezer for his office in the Negaverse. Somewhere he could put a few ice packs for himself, in case he needed them, he just needed to find a small one to purchase and bring down with himself next time. That thought in mind he went to start his search for a small mini freezer.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2023 3:14 pm
September 10th, 2023 Kioshi had a walk in today, he took on a lot of walk-ins really, he did more of them than he did appointments though slowly he was seeing an uptick in appointments being made for him. The walk in today however had wanted a simple symbol on their arm, something that almost looked tribal or gothic…or something, he’d wound up asking them and he almost wished he hadn’t.
He’d heard nearly everything they’d said, soon into their information dump they’d caught his attention and held it, it was a symbol dealing with some vampire role play game called vampire the masquerade apparently. They were getting the symbol for the Sabbot, as they’d said, and without any prompting the female client had gone into detail about the Sabbot. The Sabbot apparently wasn’t a clan but rather a faction and from there the Sabbot was made up of several clans, though the lead clan was apparently the Lasombra.
There was just a lot of information, history and skills as well as drama and who they had screwed over, gone to war with, and who they worked with. It was a lot and while the tattoo hadn’t taken long, only two hours, there was a lot which his client had said.
They had been, if nothing else, excited to talk about it to the point he imagined if they would bounce or wiggle in his seat while he worked they would very well be. They seemed so into this that he’d been keen to not letting them see his own fangs, he did not need that to deal with, they had already randomly stared at and gushed over his ears and how they looked so hot. As he finished the work he’d decided he might want to look into this topic, just to see if he couldn’t figure out what the appeal was, and so when he’d gotten home that night he’d fallen down a bit of a rabbit hole.
Most of the evening he sat watching youtube videos, with Omen in his lap, on the various clans and factions as well as the history of things. It was interesting and well thought out, weaving in and out of real life history, it was something which would make a good tv series or actual novels for people to read. It was, sadly, just a game for people to play and he wasn’t sure what he thought about such things…lame perhaps, or boring. Either way it didn’t appeal to him but if they ever made a tv series or novels about this world he’d be sure to plunge headfirst into it all.
For now though he was good with what he’d learned, and he was very glad she hadn’t noticed his fangs, it seemed she was a bit obsessed with things. He’d caught her talking about friends who played as vampires from various clans, apparently she was part of a group who played twice a week, and she only wanted to date someone who also liked vampire the masquerade or was a vampire. He was certain she’d mistake his fangs for him thinking he was a vampire or wanting to be one - neither was true. It was just a look which he liked and so decided to modify himself, though it wasn’t anything permanent, in order to achieve the look he wanted. It was all about comfort in his own body and looking how he wanted, seeing what he wanted to see when he looked in a mirror, he didn’t have anyone in his life to impress or worry about.
If he thought about it, which he never did, he was certain he wouldn’t want someone who wanted to be a vampire or wanted to look like one. If they had fangs it would be something they wanted for themself, not because they wanted to be someone or something else. He knew that now for certain just as he knew he wasn’t interested in females. While he didn’t find it important to know these things, because when would it ever be needed in his life, he did find it nice to know another bit of himself even if it was only a small part.
Finally tired, and done thinking too much on the topic, he stood up from the computer chair with Omen in his arms and headed for the bedroom. “Come on, bed time.” And leaning down to nose the kittens soft fur, ignoring the little paw which patted his nose.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2025 8:13 pm
January 5th 2025 (Back dating to start of December.) He’d tried his hand at Christmas decorating, and celebrating, with help from Kai when they had been dating. It hadn’t gone well but it wasn’t the others fault but rather his own. He’d rushed it as while also having a very small budget for things. This year he’d put in more effort, wanting to try and get out of his shell a bit more and enjoy the normal things which most people enjoyed. He could never be sure what he’d done growing up, he only had feelings and impressions to go by, but this year he wanted to really try. It helped that he had more money in his bank account so he could do more, like buying a proper tree and decorating it with nice glass ornaments. The tree filled his apartment with the smell of pine, and he was going to hate lugging it back down the five floors he’d had to lug the damn thing up, but this was all going to be worth it - he knew it.
It was time to try and build something for himself…something warm and enjoyable. It didn’t have to be loud and full of gifts and all the intensity that others put into the holiday. It just had to be his and be something he liked. That was why tonight he’d gone to the christmas market the city had set up. With a heavy black, knit, sweater he’d just gotten in the mail Kioshi was pleased that warmth was something he didn’t need to worry about. Between all the bodies milling about and the food stalls making food the air was heated the a comfortable degree, enough that he was pleased and even smiling just a bit, one hand was in his pocket while a small bag hung from his other wrist.
He was doing some shopping for handmade goods to decorate with, things he’d keep and use over and over again, he was trying to find things that would look good together in order to decorate his home in a cohesive manner. So far he’d found a pair of very nice, hand made, nutcrackers. It was the foods on offer though that were starting to gain his attention as he walked. He hadn’t had dinner yet…and the food did smell good, sniffing the air as he passed a particular stall.
Deciding to head inside, since it was a rather large establishment, it didn’t look like some temporary set up yet he knew it was, there was a bar but there was a lot of food on tables so it wasn’t just a bar serving alcohol. Heading for the bar, moving around people as he went, Kioshi took the time to look over the menu which was written on a board hanging up behind the bar. Ordering himself some warm cider, and pointing out a food someone else down the bars length was eating, Kioshi went and found himself a seat at the bar so he could eat and drink while warming himself up.
The time spent eating, and drinking, went by quicker than he thought and soon enough he was back out in the crowd and looking over the stalls. It wasn’t until he found one with hand blown glass ornaments that Kioshi really got to shopping. The different colors, and designs, and he started picking out pieces he wanted. He was going for a red and gold look with everything because he wanted to use rich, warm, colors for his tree decorating and his apartment. Normally he preferred darker colors, and blues, but he was certain red and gold was the way to go. Picking piece after piece, for once not looking at the prices, the pieces were worth it since they were hand made and each one was a little work of art.
After picking out each piece the worker took a count on them, as they’d been busy putting them into boxes and wrapping them all, there were a little over two dozen little glass orbs now and his total was…it was enough to make him choke on the drink he’d left the previous establishment with. Rather than complain though, or decide not to get them all, he paid and hurried off with the boxed and bagged glass orbs. Maybe he should just…head home? But as an afterthought he did decide to see if he couldn’t find a stocking, something old fashioned looking if he could, and a skirt for the tree. Both seemed proper and much needed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2025 8:15 pm
January 5th 2025 (Back dating to New Years eve.) He really should have stayed home, spent some time with Omen watching a movie, but instead Kioshi had decided to take advantage of it being new years eve by going out and gathering energy. He knew plenty of people would be hitting the bars, and maybe even clubs, in order to celebrate together. He knew his co-workers were out celebrating, together of course, with their partners. Kioshi not being one for clubs, bars, or drinking even had turned down the invitation claiming he had plans - which he did. He just didn’t tell them what plans he had, let them assume whatever they wanted.
He knew what they’d assume, he knew how his co-workers thought, but they were wrong. Lorcan was likely asleep, given the late hour, as the man had work the next morning. Kioshi had work as well, and he’d be exhausted tomorrow, but he wasn’t about to turn his nose up on gathering all the energy he could tonight. With an umbrella held aloft, keeping him mostly dry, his hair was piled up on top of his head and held in place with numerous hair sticks. He’d taken his place next to a bar, just inside an alleyway, so he could gather energy from the people passing by the alleyway on their way by.
Miyamoto could have grabbed people, pulled them back further and drained them, but he wasn’t looking to pile up unconscious bodies tonight. It was cold, wet, and he didn’t want to risk some drunk taking a swing at him either. Tonight was an easy and lazy night where energy would be gathered in the easiest way possible, he didn’t want anything but an easy night for himself. Yawning, a fist coming up to cover his mouth, the dark haired male held his hand near the entryway to the alleyway as another group of loud and boisterous people passed by, he could smell the alcohol on them as they passed, a bit more energy collecting in his hand. Pocketing the orb once they were passed, he wasn’t risking some senshi or knight coming and costing him what he was gathering.
After some time the people dwindled, to a person here or there, and he was moving on to see if there were more people he could grab at another club, or a bar, and as he wandered he took what energy he could while keeping to alleyways as best he could. When he found it to be late, and took note of various establishments being closed, the corrupt headed himself towards home and only powered down two blocks away and completed the walk nice and warm in a puffy coat and scarf. After all the walking about tonight Kioshi was more than pleased to crash in his bed, he’d shower in the morning, as the five flight trek up the stairs had been the last straw for his tired legs.
Calling Omen up and into bed with him he let the large cat lay under the bedding, to keep warm, and curled up on his side with an arm under his pillow and let himself drift off to sleep. He’d handle his exhaustion at work when he came to it, he’d manage those consequences, he’d done what needed to be done and he wouldn’t take it back even if he was tired in the morning.
Word count: 560
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2025 8:16 pm
January 5th 2025. He’d always done what he wanted in terms of his own appearance, and pursuing what he wanted in order to find his own appearance pleasing, he wasn’t uncomfortable in his own skin and never had been. But he had, as far back as he could remember, liked how he looked with ink and his ears and fangs…to think of not having any of those things was just..abnormal and bland to him. He’d seen pictures of his younger self, of Hisoka, and he’d looked bland and boring…unattractive. The long hair the other had boasted had made things worse even, in his opinion, it had really not looked good at all. That had been one of the first changes he’d made once he’d corrupted, he’d paid to have a salon chop most of it off.
He’d continued to go to that salon in order to keep his hair trimmed, keeping iot from having split ends, but today he’d asked them for more - a lot more. The idea hadn’t been lingering in his mind for a while, unlike other thoughts which had come to fruition, but the idea had been there and it was far less permanent than other choices he’d made. It was damaging, his hair was not going to like it, but he could take care of his hair and work to repair the damage to it.
If the damage would have been something he couldn’t repair, or undo, he wouldn’t have asked them to bleach and color his hair. He wasn’t one to seek his altered appearance at the cost of his body and his health, such as having his teeth filed down in order to have fangs, he took the healthy options whenever he could. This just didn’t have a very healthy option, not when bleach was needed to achieve his goal, but his hairs health could be worked on so it was acceptable damage.
Tapping, and scrolling, on his phone as the stylish worked on brushing the color into his hair and foiling it so it could start processing. They were using more than one color on his hair, to give dimension so it looked better, they were using a crystal clear mixed in with a color to make it more sheer and some other color. He’d lost track of it all to be honest, things he didn’t understand, but he was ordering some things at a local shop so he could pick them up once he was out of here. The only thing he wasn’t sure on was what he wanted to do for lunch, he could go home and make something, but since he was already out he was considering picking something up.
Finished with the online order he hit checkout, and paid, and settled back with his phone held flat in his lap as he just let himself enjoy someone fussing over his hair and doing the things he couldn’t do with it himself. He also, to be honest, didn’t mind letting someone else wash his hair because he did not like always taking the time to do it. He couldn’t imagine Hisoka with that long hair…he hadn’t even kept it that length for more than two days before he’d had it hacked off, he had not wanted to take the time and put in the effort to wash the mass of hair.
He had been going to let his thoughts drift, could feel his thoughts drifting to how far he’d come since he’d first changed sides, when he heard giggles and whispers…the word elf caught his attention. Of course. Holding back an exasperated sigh he took a moment to glance that way without turning his head, and bothering his stylist who was working on foiling his hair. It was, from what he could see in the mirror, nearly done. She knew he didn’t like the whispers and the pointing, nor did he like the laughter or the other looks he got, but she also couldn’t do anything about it so she settled for distracting him by talking about the color and what had made him decide to make such a drastic change - though it would look great with his eyes and skin tone.
Appreciating the distraction he took it and started talking back, glad that their talking pushed back the sound of the two girls who were getting their hair done not more than ten feet away. The two were, from the looks of things, friends and had come together for some pampering. He wasn’t here for that and soon he’d have to deal with it on his own, once the foils were done and his hair needed time to process. His stylist couldn’t just stay with him and keep him company the whole time, she had other things to do and things to clean, so he was left to let his hair process and deal with hearing these two girls….how annoying. Their stylists weren’t keeping them silent either. Frowning he buried himself in his phone and checking his jobs social media, and other sites, anything to try and ignore the two girls and his own growing annoyance with people's inability to keep their opinions to themselves…or at least gossip at a lower volume.
Word count: 872
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