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[open~] October Things
October 19th and onward.
1. Late Arrival - Castle Ruins
[The last thing Toki had seen, he thought, was a parking lot. He hadn't been able to process his surroundings at the time, and was barely responsive; disconnected from his body after experiencing multiple successive and disjointed visions of the future. It's all a blur; there was a cat, and car horns blaring, pain, and confusion. Awakening here was unexpected, and he's still unsure if he's actually awake or if this is some other weird vision shit. There's a vague recollection of spiders and talking to... something, or someone, hidden in shadows. He sits up abruptly, grateful his body seems to be responding to his brain once again. Only to realize he's been lying in half an inch or so of water. It's not a puddle, it's everywhere. This place looks abandoned mostly. It's raining outside, steadily, and everything seems cast in a muted grey.
The first thing he takes notice of is the large blood stain on the left leg of his jeans. It's left some tiny streaks trickling down onto his shoe; the flaky dark red spots added to the bright orange and white checkered pattern. With a squeak, he yanks up his pant leg to see the damage, but there is none to be found. Weird. Something happened, but he can't remember. He gets to his feet, something dislodging as he does so and landing in the water. He frowns and picks it up; a small light pink omamori with extensive shimmery embroidery, oddly offset by a black crow on one side. He doesn't bother to read the characters sewn in or try to make sense of it, but just shoves it in his pocket.
Toki attempts to gather his thoughts coherently, hoping for anything to come back to him so he can figure out where he is. He paces back and forth, splashing through the water and muttering to himself. He's surmised that he was severely injured somehow, and subsequently healed, but- how long ago did that happen? Has he missed days, months? Something brushes up against his leg. He screams and jumps, before looking down and recognizing the offending object. It's his soggy and gross-looking carry on bag. Poor Rilakkuma.]
New York!
[Toki grabs the bag by the strap and slings it over his shoulder. He was in New York for the drama club field trip. Is this still New York? Somehow he doesn't think so. The ruins give off an eerie feeling and he decides he's better off outside... in the rain. The forest isn't quite reminiscent of the one near the academy, but he thinks it's more likely he's made it back to France through unknown means. Magic. He can't hear any city noises, and it wouldn't be too strange to find more ruins on campus. A thought suddenly occurs to him- that a fey like the Giraffe occupies this place- and he's running away from the castle immediately afterward, in no particular direction.]
2. Torii
[For the first time in his life, Toki wishes he had better shoes, ones with sturdy bottoms or even just laces. He's stepped out of his four times already, trying to slog through the water and mud and unseen roots in the forest. He hates this place already. Every little noise makes him twitch and the panic keeps building. A crack of a branch somewhere, creepy mewling of far off cats, rustling of some sort, raindrops splattering at odd angles. It's all working together to create an atmosphere of tension.
Then, out of nowhere, he takes a turn and there it is. Ominous and evil in the grey light. A torii. Slightly charred, maybe, damaged by fire or lightning, but it's there. Looming above him, menacingly. A sudden panic runs through him, his heart stopping as his brain can only think that he will die here, underneath a torii, just like his sister. His subsequent screaming can probably be heard from quite a distance.]
3. Hospital
[Japan. It's Japan, maybe. At least he can communicate with people here easily, though he still stands out with his height and light hair and mismatched eyes. The blood on his clothes doesn't help, though at least the large spot on his pants is hidden underwater. He can't see it, but there's more blood around the collar of his t-shirt, from when his teeth were knocked out, turning the purple fabric a brownish color; along with some almost transparent crusty substance of unknown origin (it's dried saliva from his unfortunate time in the New York hospital). His hair is streaked a little pink on one side, dried blood washing out into the more blond strands of his uneven bleach attempt.
He's told the name of the town is Hirajiro, and he wishes he'd paid more attention in school, because he doesn't know where that is. No one seems to be able to tell him beyond that either. Several people have pointed him in the direction of the hospital, despite his assurances he isn't hurt. He goes anyway, because maybe someone there knows what happened. Arriving at the front desk, he launches into babbling of half-questions and half-explanations.]
Hello~! Okay, so like is there anyone on staff who does the magic healing thing, you know, like a demon!? Is there a network of sigils where like you can contact the guy on staff at Daybreak Academy in France? Because I think I took like a wrong turn somewhere after some kind of... incident... and I'm really confused and I tried to explain things to some people on the street and they kept telling me to come see you guys, so I am~! Can you help!?
4. Occult Shop
[He hasn't has a vision since he got here, and it's freaking him out, because he knows it's coming. He's spent several minutes outside the occult shop, debating with himself over whether to go in. In the back of his mind, he recalls telling himself he'd never try orichalcum again after the vision cluster result, but another part of him insists that he would be fine, that stopping its use was actually the problem. His hands are shaking, and not knowing when the next vision will come, or how bad it will be; it's a constant anxious thought, penetrating through everything.
Toki makes his decision in the manner he always does, he picks something and runs with it full force. He abruptly stalks into the occult shop. Or would have, if the door opened. It appears they've been closed due to flooding. Toki looks around quickly, and seeing no one in the immediate vicinity, heads to the side of the shop to try and break a window. Someone walks by at that moment, and he clears his throat loudly, both trying to appear nonchalant and also being terribly obvious about what he's doing.]
Hello~! I'm uhh, just trying to get a look inside, you know, since they're closed! I am in need of something in particular and I hope they can fulfill my request for this most precious of metals~! Do you know if they sell orichalcum?
5. Wildcard
~ anything goes
1. Late Arrival - Castle Ruins
[The last thing Toki had seen, he thought, was a parking lot. He hadn't been able to process his surroundings at the time, and was barely responsive; disconnected from his body after experiencing multiple successive and disjointed visions of the future. It's all a blur; there was a cat, and car horns blaring, pain, and confusion. Awakening here was unexpected, and he's still unsure if he's actually awake or if this is some other weird vision shit. There's a vague recollection of spiders and talking to... something, or someone, hidden in shadows. He sits up abruptly, grateful his body seems to be responding to his brain once again. Only to realize he's been lying in half an inch or so of water. It's not a puddle, it's everywhere. This place looks abandoned mostly. It's raining outside, steadily, and everything seems cast in a muted grey.
The first thing he takes notice of is the large blood stain on the left leg of his jeans. It's left some tiny streaks trickling down onto his shoe; the flaky dark red spots added to the bright orange and white checkered pattern. With a squeak, he yanks up his pant leg to see the damage, but there is none to be found. Weird. Something happened, but he can't remember. He gets to his feet, something dislodging as he does so and landing in the water. He frowns and picks it up; a small light pink omamori with extensive shimmery embroidery, oddly offset by a black crow on one side. He doesn't bother to read the characters sewn in or try to make sense of it, but just shoves it in his pocket.
Toki attempts to gather his thoughts coherently, hoping for anything to come back to him so he can figure out where he is. He paces back and forth, splashing through the water and muttering to himself. He's surmised that he was severely injured somehow, and subsequently healed, but- how long ago did that happen? Has he missed days, months? Something brushes up against his leg. He screams and jumps, before looking down and recognizing the offending object. It's his soggy and gross-looking carry on bag. Poor Rilakkuma.]
New York!
[Toki grabs the bag by the strap and slings it over his shoulder. He was in New York for the drama club field trip. Is this still New York? Somehow he doesn't think so. The ruins give off an eerie feeling and he decides he's better off outside... in the rain. The forest isn't quite reminiscent of the one near the academy, but he thinks it's more likely he's made it back to France through unknown means. Magic. He can't hear any city noises, and it wouldn't be too strange to find more ruins on campus. A thought suddenly occurs to him- that a fey like the Giraffe occupies this place- and he's running away from the castle immediately afterward, in no particular direction.]
2. Torii
[For the first time in his life, Toki wishes he had better shoes, ones with sturdy bottoms or even just laces. He's stepped out of his four times already, trying to slog through the water and mud and unseen roots in the forest. He hates this place already. Every little noise makes him twitch and the panic keeps building. A crack of a branch somewhere, creepy mewling of far off cats, rustling of some sort, raindrops splattering at odd angles. It's all working together to create an atmosphere of tension.
Then, out of nowhere, he takes a turn and there it is. Ominous and evil in the grey light. A torii. Slightly charred, maybe, damaged by fire or lightning, but it's there. Looming above him, menacingly. A sudden panic runs through him, his heart stopping as his brain can only think that he will die here, underneath a torii, just like his sister. His subsequent screaming can probably be heard from quite a distance.]
3. Hospital
[Japan. It's Japan, maybe. At least he can communicate with people here easily, though he still stands out with his height and light hair and mismatched eyes. The blood on his clothes doesn't help, though at least the large spot on his pants is hidden underwater. He can't see it, but there's more blood around the collar of his t-shirt, from when his teeth were knocked out, turning the purple fabric a brownish color; along with some almost transparent crusty substance of unknown origin (it's dried saliva from his unfortunate time in the New York hospital). His hair is streaked a little pink on one side, dried blood washing out into the more blond strands of his uneven bleach attempt.
He's told the name of the town is Hirajiro, and he wishes he'd paid more attention in school, because he doesn't know where that is. No one seems to be able to tell him beyond that either. Several people have pointed him in the direction of the hospital, despite his assurances he isn't hurt. He goes anyway, because maybe someone there knows what happened. Arriving at the front desk, he launches into babbling of half-questions and half-explanations.]
Hello~! Okay, so like is there anyone on staff who does the magic healing thing, you know, like a demon!? Is there a network of sigils where like you can contact the guy on staff at Daybreak Academy in France? Because I think I took like a wrong turn somewhere after some kind of... incident... and I'm really confused and I tried to explain things to some people on the street and they kept telling me to come see you guys, so I am~! Can you help!?
4. Occult Shop
[He hasn't has a vision since he got here, and it's freaking him out, because he knows it's coming. He's spent several minutes outside the occult shop, debating with himself over whether to go in. In the back of his mind, he recalls telling himself he'd never try orichalcum again after the vision cluster result, but another part of him insists that he would be fine, that stopping its use was actually the problem. His hands are shaking, and not knowing when the next vision will come, or how bad it will be; it's a constant anxious thought, penetrating through everything.
Toki makes his decision in the manner he always does, he picks something and runs with it full force. He abruptly stalks into the occult shop. Or would have, if the door opened. It appears they've been closed due to flooding. Toki looks around quickly, and seeing no one in the immediate vicinity, heads to the side of the shop to try and break a window. Someone walks by at that moment, and he clears his throat loudly, both trying to appear nonchalant and also being terribly obvious about what he's doing.]
Hello~! I'm uhh, just trying to get a look inside, you know, since they're closed! I am in need of something in particular and I hope they can fulfill my request for this most precious of metals~! Do you know if they sell orichalcum?
5. Wildcard
~ anything goes