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[ooc; *SOB* that's my MMV... and I worked my butt off on it, and youtube made it all pixily and created weird artifacts in the sound >< ANYWAY, characters can see ANY of that--that is pretty much what he saw in that vision of the future this past December. And below is a more specific dream. People can just observe or interact. For interaction, ( Read more... )

He rather wonders what the odds of her still being affected is. He knows every time the City decides to affect people with different curses at once it seems to happen for several days in a row... He supposes he’ll have to wait until the morning to be sure... and clearly he is sitting here talking to himself now, so there must be something else ( Read more... )

[The feed randomly kicks on--how or why? Who knows. The City likes playing tricks, we'll leave it at that--and picks up on one very angry Kamiya Kaoru, cradling a stuffed badger protectively and screaming at one hapless rurouni a few feet in front of her.]

HOW CAN YOU HOLD OUR BABY SO CARELESSLY LIKE THAT!?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?! ARE YOU ( Read more... )

Oro...?

[There's a bit of a pause, then a chuckle.]

[And another pause and a little more of a chuckle.]

Saa... now what are you doing, City?

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[A bit of a rustling sound as he sticks the photo inside his kimono.]

( just got hit in the head with this photo )

[There's the sound of tinkering--seems this bout of curses likes to get him while he's doing dishes--and then the tinkering abruptly stops (as he stares off in a spot in front of him.]They weren't my parents. They were slavers. My parents died of cholera last year. But even bandits and slavers are only bodies when they die... so I made them graves ( Read more... )

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It’s nothing.

This unworthy one didn’t want to involve you in the dangers of the Battousai within him, but after three months of being a rurouni, he finds himself here.

It’s a little strange for some reason to be returning with you as if it were natural.

[A very long pause as he listens to the Kaoru in his head (while... probably ignoring ( Read more... )

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Alright...

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Alright...

What did you do this time, Himura...?

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[Have a tapping sound, probably his sword on the ground as he thinks.]

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Mou... no matter what it was, I'm pretty sure it didn't involve a tea shop...

[More tapping.]

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[And that age-old tone of the husband who is about to be couched ( Read more... )

[Clunking and clattering as he's... apparently trying to handle the communicator and having a hard time.]

Mou... the thing pops on of its own accord half the time... why is it when he tries to use it he can't get it to work ( Read more... )

[A small child's voice trails out.]

Where...?

Where is this place...?

[Sounds of shuffling.]

Akane-san...? Sakura-san...?

[More shuffling.]

K-Kasumi-san?

[There's a bit of a sniffle ( Read more... )

[There's the soft sound of tinking, like someone is working with dishes of some kind. Maybe the swish of fabric.]

[A no-nonsense voice... that doesn't sound terribly like the Kenshin most people know comes out:] Get off the counter.

[The background sounds continue for a few moments.]

Get off the counter.

[The sounds continue again--then]

GET ( Read more... )