tabularasa_rp | (open) a wizard and a fox spirit walk into a void

(earlier today, kimihiro had a dream. a dream the man couldn't understand, a mind-boggling exception among many others he has interpreted over the years, his own or otherwise. it wasn't anything too telling, merely an empty, black void with only a butterfly in view.

it seems to be bearing a message, a mission, but it won't share it. the last thing kimihiro remembers was having a meal, attempting to decipher what it could mean, with the certainty that he would see it again if he was supposed to understand it. after all, everything is inevitable.

perhaps it could be the universe mocking him when he finds himself in yet another void, this time white in nature to his single working eye and rough, sandpaper-like texture to the touch of his bare feet. mugetsu pops out of the back of his black&white changshan, wrapping himself around kimihiro's neck and voicing his worries in concerned squeaks.)

Doesn't seem to be a dream, does it? (mugetsu shakes his tiny head, anxiously, and kimihiro taps below the golden-colored eye. he's blinded again, and the magic pulsating within his veins doesn't find its way into release. well, what can he do but walk towards civilization? the only thing that stops him from stepping over the edge is:)

"I Haven't Slept In Who Knows How Long And Now Our Benevolent Kidnapping God Made Me Hungry"? ... Kidnapping? (nevermind the rest, that part is... he'll learn about it eventually, he assumes.)

Edited 2020-11-18 16:36 (UTC)

(well, at least kimihiro found something to eat. not that he could actually taste anything, but with how his stomach growled and roared at the smell of food, that was the last thought in his mind. kimihiro is exceedingly attached to the concept of give-and-take, so he has left a few rolled cigarettes somewhere in the stall where he took the bottle of sake and sushi from, vowing to return when he had something of more value to make up for the deficit.

right now, he sits composedly in an open area near mt. silver, both him and mugetsu with their respective cups of alcohol. kimihiro taps the pipe to remove any burnt tobacco before he replaces it with the contents of his smoking tray. not much came with him, he can't help but notice. only the glass on his face and the clothes in his body, his familiar and his smoking paraphernalia. this can be a problem.

with a rather annoyed expression, he exhales the smoke he has dragged, letting it flow through his nose while mugetsu keeps on soaking his little face in the sake, resembling a bird drinking from a fountain.)

I wonder if the shop is here as well. (he mentions to mugetsu, only to watch the fox shake his head and continue drinking.)

(finally somewhere kimihiro perceives as familiar. it's not a temple, sure, but it is somewhere similar to one he has (reluctantly) made memories in. he doesn't enter, but he takes a look inside from afar. a bridge, scissors to symbolize relationship cuts and breaks, offerings... it doesn't take a wizard to realize.

... it does confuse him more, though. this is certainly not the yokai realm as he remembers. after all, they would be attracted to him if it were - his blood entices most non-human creatures. his presence would be known. he simply blinks at mugetsu, sighing quietly.)

We will know when it's time for us to know, right? Should we come in?

Edited 2020-11-18 17:47 (UTC)

[ Sat outside the café, the black and gold Melinoë is enjoying a second cup of espresso when she spots Kimihiro and his furry noodle companion. Whereas the creature may first draw the eye of others, it's the young man's scent that entices the Goddess. It's peculiar that the Void is drawing more non-mortals than mortals, and she wonders if someone like Professor Oak may be interested in the numbers, in the lack of balance. She's only interested in having more beings like herself present, especially if said beings are divine (because eventually someone from her own pantheon has to show...surely...).

In hopes it'll capture their attention, Mel breaks off a piece of maple scone and affectionately beckons to Mugetsu while holding the pastry out to him.]

(there's no other option, is there? kimihiro sighs when he opens the door of apartment 107 to find absolute filth covering it. he looks at it in disbelief, disgusted by the foul smell and what on earth is sitting on that sink?

kimihiro is a simple man. he's lived alone for most of his teen years, having only himself to count on. his uniform was always clean and unwrinkled, his apartment was always tidy and with not a speck of dust to be found. it's fair to say he has developed a liking to cleaning and cooking, to the point he is extremely capable in matters of domestic affairs... what he doesn't like is feeling obligated to partake in them.

whoever peeks into the apartment gets to see a livid man, scrubbing that sink with a scowl.)

Seriously, who leaves a place like this? For the next person to clean, on top of that... ( he nags, and if you think mugetsu is listening, he stopped like, 3 hours ago. kimihiro didn't stop bitching for a single second, but at least it's half ready to live in.)

(finally, kimihiro settles. he's not exactly happy, no, but at least he has a roof over his head. it's been a couple of days now, and kimihiro grows a little restless with just how long has it been since he stepped foot in the store.

he misses the children, even freaking mokona and all his yapping and demanding is currently something kimihiro wishes to hear. the only thing keeping him together is his conviction - he's here for a reason. so catch him outside, looking like he's about to snap a neck while he sucks in smoke, a cup of tea set next to the man on the grass where he sits.)

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