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( open. ) someone kneels and prays / amongst the wisteria / silence tells of pain.
WHO: Wanderer and YOU.
WHAT: Urban Legend number ▊▊▊ "The Ghost of a Kabuki Dancer", friendly but perhaps aggressive sparring, among others.
WHERE: Akasaka's Hikawa Shrine, Greenhouse, Simulation Arena, Brimstone Hallway.
WHEN: Throughout the month of December.
WARNINGS: None as of now!
000 — 『藤娘』 FUJIMUSUME
TAKES PLACE SOMETIME AT NIGHT BETWEEN THE HOURS OF 00:00 TO 6:00 AT AKASAKA'S HIKAWA SHRINE
001 — Chorus of Desert and Wood
MAIN BASE: GREENHOUSE — VARYING TIMES OF THE DAY
002 — (shouki no kami voice) Bow before me, worm!
MAIN BASE: SIMULATION ARENA
003 — JUST MEOW MEOW
MAIN BASE: BRIMSTONE HALLWAY — VARYING TIMES OF THE DAY
004 — WILDCARD
WHAT: Urban Legend number ▊▊▊ "The Ghost of a Kabuki Dancer", friendly but perhaps aggressive sparring, among others.
WHERE: Akasaka's Hikawa Shrine, Greenhouse, Simulation Arena, Brimstone Hallway.
WHEN: Throughout the month of December.
WARNINGS: None as of now!
000 — 『藤娘』 FUJIMUSUME
TAKES PLACE SOMETIME AT NIGHT BETWEEN THE HOURS OF 00:00 TO 6:00 AT AKASAKA'S HIKAWA SHRINE
( hearsay has it that between midnight and sunrise, the faint sound of shamisen can be heard coming from a shrine far, far from lilith's base. no one knows when it starts or when it ends, for the time always varies, as though a performance not meant to be heard or seen. if one catches sight of it —
for the month of december, hikawa shrine is decorated with artificial wisteria. the vocals, shamisen and percussion seem almost pre-recorded, for they are; there's no ensemble or choir to be seen, and the only attraction is a performer at the center of a worn-out stage. adorned in a purple kimono equally decorated with wisteria, their face is slightly obscured by a silky, and just as purple katsugi that sits atop their head. the performance itself is breathtaking, almost as though done by something inhuman. a doll, or even a puppet, with its delicate and precise movements, yet with unfocused eyes, as though this performance, too, is automated.
if he catches sight of you watching him dance, however, the performance will come to a halt, together with the music. maybe he recognizes you from lilith's base, maybe you're even in the same team — whatever the reason, the mysterious performer looks none too pleased, angry almost. as though his privacy had been infringed upon. )
You shouldn't be here. Leave.
( ... or, if he does not, in fact, catch you watching his performance, you'll be one of the lucky few to have watched it in full. the performer bows to no one in particular, and begins to collect the few props used to bring them inside the shrine's storehouse. you may help him, if you wish, or approach him to speak of his performance. you may even simply sit back and watch him from afar, but whatever you decide to do — he will notice, eventually, and be none too happy about your presence there. )
001 — Chorus of Desert and Wood
MAIN BASE: GREENHOUSE — VARYING TIMES OF THE DAY
( sumeru's rainforests became something ever-similar to home, if he were to have one. calming, soothing, comforting. inazuma's have always been too gloomy for his taste, the suffocating air of electro a reminder of his origins. snezhnaya's, too frigid, lacking in foliage most of the time. sumeru's have spoiled him, for when wanderer visits the greenhouse for the first time, he finds the air... unsatisfying.
as though it's not real, as man-made as he is. his eyes narrow in dissatisfaction.
there are many plants he does not recognize, and in spite of the warnings not to touch them, wanderer does hold the leaves between his fingers. it would be fine, probably, immune to poison as he is, artificial as they are. the texture, too, isn't half as soft and moist as the trees and plants of sumeru. the homesickness this all provides him is exhausting. what's the point of missing something that isn't his, anyways?
wanderer clicks his tongue at his own annoyance, making way for one of the caretaker robots to walk past him. he spots, then, you, visiting the greenhouse for whatever reason. though it is not like wanderer to make small talk — )
Being here is pointless. What's the point of a greenhouse if none of these are real? How meaningless.
( ... can you tell he's in a bad mood. )
002 — (shouki no kami voice) Bow before me, worm!
MAIN BASE: SIMULATION ARENA
( though not much interests wanderer around lilith's main base or neo-tokyo in general, the simulation arena, at the very least, had caught his eye. he had used it once, before, on their first briefing and simulation trial. it had felt real enough, and though he does not speak much of how he decided to approach the situation, it stayed in the back of his mind.
he could use it for training, probably. to kill time. the other recruits should have strengths, abilities, skills and powers of their own, from different places, different worlds. though wanderer is hardly as obsessed with fighting and challenging others as a certain someone he knows... he's not against it, the thrill of a fight well fought.
the hows, whys and whens aren't necessary. what matters is that seok had granted him and his sparring mate entry into the simulation arena, and standing ways before his opponent, wanderer couldn't help but wield a grin all familiar to times of old, when he had a rank within a certain group, and a name to call himself. though he has changed considerably in certain areas, he is, unfortunately, still as arrogant as they come. )
There's still time to turn back and give up, you know. It'd be understandable if you did, and foolish if not. No worries, I won't tell anyone.
( the tone of his voice is clearly mocking. does wanderer look like he's any trustworthy like this? )note: since fighting threads aren't everyone's cup of tea, we can try and handwave most if not all of it. i don't mind writing it out, and mind even less having wan-chan's ass be kicked!
003 — JUST MEOW MEOW
MAIN BASE: BRIMSTONE HALLWAY — VARYING TIMES OF THE DAY
( it hasn't taken too long for wanderer to adapt to the abrupt change from his daily life to... this. whatever this is. it's an overall different atmosphere, from the green life that embraced sumeru to a technology-packed city that reeked, for the most part, of something ever-similar to inazuma.
it has, however, been taking him a considerate amount of time to adapt to this: a room filled with cats that have been following him for what feels like days now. he has tried to scare them off - it didn't work. he has tried to give them bowls of food somewhere far - they found him, still. he has even flown high and far, to no avail. over and over the cats find him, and it'd be fine, really, it would. if they didn't yell so much. therefore, cue the situation:
wanderer, annoyed at their incessant yapping, locks them outside of his door. they scratch at it, five cats trying to fit next to each other as they meow meow meow. eventually he opens it, throws some cat food at the middle of the hallway, and closes his door. a couple of minutes later they return, and resume their yelling.
he only has so much patience for this much noise - cue, again, the way his door is thrown open. )
I'm not going to let you back in until you all shut up with your crying! Go elsewhere and leave me alone, dammit!
( ... yes, the 500ish years old puppet is arguing with five cats. what about it. )
004 — WILDCARD
feel free to write me a prompt if we've discussed anything, or even if not! this will be a general catch-all for december shenanigans, so anything goes!
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really makes wanderer and them kind of the same, huh???
either way... ]
You've already been takin' care of 'em. And the older they get, the less fussy and dependent on ya they'll be.
[ patience, wanchan. time is a beautiful thing. ]
But if you're gettin' overwhelmed... I can take one off your hands.
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funny how stupid human emotions are. for all that wanderer has been complaining about the cats yelling endlessly, and how hard communication is with a species that don't know common speech, that still gives him pause. isn't that what he wanted, to be free of the cats?
why does he chest sting just the tiniest bit at the idea of parting with one of them, if he doesn't even have a heart?
he looks away, clearly annoyed - at himself, above all. )
Pick whichever you want. I don't really care for any of them. ( what a bold-faced lie. ) ... And don't you dare get rid of it.
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sorry that sounds morbid as fk
but leona knows. he doesn't care what wanderer is. he can only take what's been given to him; assumptions leave margins of error that a chess player like him can't wildly gamble on. so. ]
I want... that one.
[ the bright orange cat with eyes almost like his own. he brazenly approaches the cluster of cats and reaches down without fear, hoisting it up into his hands and lifting it up above his head. ]
Reminds me of someone.
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wanderer hates that he knows leona can read him. it's fine if people do - as long as they don't say anything, he prefers it this way. for someone to at least know is more than enough, but still. a weakness is a weakness.
and it is said weakness that makes him almost stop when he notices which cat leona wants. great. this is such an inconvenience. pick whichever you want, he had said, so why is he hesitating?
wanderer watches and watches and watches, unsure if he should ever say something. he won't. he can't. and humiliate himself? for what reason? isn't this what he does best, self-sabotage and distance himself? why is he struggling this much over a damn orange cat? )
Isn't that nice. ( nevermind how feisty he sounds. it happens. ) You don't have to tell me which one you're taking. Just do it.
( SO HE DOESN'T HAVE.. TO DEAL WITH THIS SHITTY FEELING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )
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he has the cat in his hands for the taking. it doesn't hesitate, halting its squirming, completely silent. ]
Look. If ya hold 'em, they stop makin' sound. Ain't that what you want?
[ it's cat facts: cats NEVER get angy about being held. maybe wanda can learn from them :) ]
And I'm not that far away. You can always knock.
[ yes. walk into my parlour, said the spider to the fly ]
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but also the implication he'd ever hold a cat is insane. does he look like he wants fur in his clothes? does he look like he'd ever feel comfortable holding something so small and fragile in arms that had brought so much death?
he refuses to look at leona still, but wanderer at least shoots a look at the remaining cats, still needy, still crying. despite all, he would hold them, though less to bring them comfort, and just - to give them to someone, given the opportunity. the fewer the time they spend with him the better.
the cat might have stopped crying once held by leona, but who's to say it would stop crying if he held them? )
Why the hell would I want to go visit them if I'm trying to get rid of them? ( to bring himself comfort, but never that he'd say it ) I don't need you to reassure or comfort me.
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Just offerin'. You don't have to take it. You just need to know it's there.
[ the shrug that follows is devoid of mockery. he is simply just saying what needs to be said, even if it hurts to hear. ]
I can just bring it over to see you then. It's no big deal.
[ besides they're all in the same area, it's not like it'll be that hard or burdensome. at least in the physical sense. ]
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( not that he would hate it entirely, because really, he wouldn't. the main issue is just... if someone caught sight of leona doing that, he would have to kill everyone in brimstone than himself tbh )
I'll visit if I feel like it. Simple.
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[ leona throws pocket sand to keep wanderer's pride intact, ez. ]