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 Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2024 1:19 pm
It felt like Lionel was getting adjusted to the house and housemates, which was a good thing. Maybe it was a little bit harder to adjust to life as Fionn, but……well. In his way, Kiyoshi could relate to that. No, he hadn’t forgotten his life as Reiki, the way that Fionn had done with the person he’d been before, but deciding who he was and what he wanted outside of the influence of the family……that was weird. For somebody as thoroughly enmeshed in his family—both those by blood and those by drag kinship—as Reiki Rokugin had been, switching to a life where he didn’t call his Obaasan about everything……sure had been an experience.
In fairness, he still referenced his parents and grandparents in conversation pretty regularly. He still made a lot of his choices by referring back to the families who’d raised him. He was still proud to be Noshiko’s son and Murasaki’s grandson, even though, legally speaking, Kiyoshi Sakurazawa was neither.
At least the senshi business really hadn’t changed that much with purification. Sure, it felt better overall, Murikabushi couldn’t mirrorwalk anymore, and he actually cared about tending his world (not least since it was real, rather than some elaborate lie made up by Mirrorspace), but the overall shape of things was more or less the same. Patrols, check. Fights with youma who wouldn’t leave well enough alone, check. Sticking his nose into business that may or may not have concerned him, check. Tonight, the shape of things involved following a basic Order aura through one of the city’s parks, a few blocks away from home. They were probably doing fine on their own—Muri couldn’t feel any Chaotic auras, anyway—but it didn’t hurt to check.
He just needed to find them first. Looking around behind the shrubberies, trees, and decorative statues, Muri set about trying to do that. Aura senses said he was getting closer, at least.
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2024 12:37 pm
Veritate was not hard to find, all in all: she was sitting on a bench, hands fisted in her skirt so hard her knuckles were going white, with a look on her face that sat somewhere between devastated and so anxious her heart might break. They might have been the same thing, even; the world felt faint and unreal around her, glimmering twilight shaded through the tree leaves, and she blinked back tears.
She'd been - not here. This wasn't home. But she'd been - they'd tried to kill her, hadn't they? It was dreamlike, just as unreal and unlikely as everything else, so implausible, so unbelievable -
She didn't want to think about it. It hurt too badly.
Even without letting any of the tears flow, she was still sniffling, shining-glittering crystalline when the light caught her the right way.amorremanet i will come back and color tag this when i am Not on my dinky work laptop. if you see me accidentally doing html instead of bbcode at any point in this thread, no you don't.
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2024 8:19 pm
……Oh. Oh, no—when he found his way to the right bench, currently occupied by a girl who seemed quite upset (audibly sniffling, for one thing), Murikabushi felt the impulse to go sit immediately and help her, somehow. He held back from rushing in too quickly, but only barely. Lingering a few paces off for a moment, behind some decorative shrubbery, Murikabushi took a moment to drink in the sight of her. Warm-toned dark skin, full hair and a fuller figure, and even from here, he could see what looked like iridescent veins on her arms and legs.
Unless that was some kind of heretofore unknown disease (unlikely, Muri thought), the poor girl was likely one of the senshi who came to Earth from offworld.
Better not to condescend to her by lurking too long, though, he figured. With a deep breath, Murikabushi pushed himself away from the shrubs and moved out onto the park’s main path, right where he was clearly visible. He tried to move delicately as he approached the girl’s bench, hoping to avoid startling her or upsetting her unnecessarily. If she was one of the senshi from space—without a Chaos aura to mark her as a youma or half-youma, it really did feel like the safest explanation for the iridescent veins—then she’d probably already gone through so much before getting to Earth.
“Hey,” Murikabushi said gently, when he got close enough to the bench. “My name’s Murikabushi. D’you mind if I sit?”
Open with a simple request for permission. Try to follow whatever lead she decided to set. Felt like a good plan, and Murikabushi hoped that it would prove such.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2024 10:53 am
As soon as she noticed Murikabushi coming she straightened up, smoothed out her skirts and wiped her eyes; by the time he actually asked a question, Veritate felt she had okay enough control over her voice to answer.
"That's okay," she said, still sounding a bit wrung-out and miserable but not actively on the brink of tears (for the moment anyway), and wriggled over a bit to make space. The bench wasn't particularly large or particularly comfortable, but it was a bench in the first place, and that's what counted.
And he'd... introduced himself, right? So she should do that too. She could do that, even. "My name's Veritate."
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