Isamu ☀ 005 [teneka] [night]
It should be familiar enough to most who wake in Promenade; an unfamiliar bed and a mirror and a sense of disorientation. There's even a note on the nightstand as Isamu reaches for it. Even whilst dreaming, he somewhat expects to see the same note from The Exile but no, this note is different.
私にして下さい。あなたはまだ私を愛しているなら、それはとても難しいことはありません。あなたは私がどれ知っている必要があります。
Helpfully, Isamu reads it aloud to himself, first in Japanese and then in English, his thumb obscuring something.
"Find me. If you still love me, it won't be so very hard. You should know which one I am." He moves his thumb and he goes numb. 千代 [Chiyo.]
A fox peeks around the doorway and just as he catches sight, it takes off, along the hall, down the stairs. Isamu gives chase, bursting out into the street and ignoring the rebukes about putting on his mask as he runs and everything changes, the fox morphing into a slender woman in traditional Japanese clothing, her hair in a severe bob, blue-black sheen in the sun as her bronze mask, cut into the shape of the animal she was glints and blinds him when she turns to regard him.
"Is it...is it you?"
"You tell me."
"Wait!"
But she does not. She shifts and runs for the royal gardens and he follows, certain it should be easy only to find it's not. Foxes, some identical, some not, mill around and look up at him as he approaches, palm out until he approaches the most central one and grins.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder fox; I'd forgotten just how cruel your tricks could be."
The fox springs up, paws on his arms, nose to his.
[[ooc: Replies will be teneka only. Isamu will keep it to teneka on his end because he's in no condition to do much else.]]
私にして下さい。あなたはまだ私を愛しているなら、それはとても難しいことはありません。あなたは私がどれ知っている必要があります。
Helpfully, Isamu reads it aloud to himself, first in Japanese and then in English, his thumb obscuring something.
"Find me. If you still love me, it won't be so very hard. You should know which one I am." He moves his thumb and he goes numb. 千代 [Chiyo.]
A fox peeks around the doorway and just as he catches sight, it takes off, along the hall, down the stairs. Isamu gives chase, bursting out into the street and ignoring the rebukes about putting on his mask as he runs and everything changes, the fox morphing into a slender woman in traditional Japanese clothing, her hair in a severe bob, blue-black sheen in the sun as her bronze mask, cut into the shape of the animal she was glints and blinds him when she turns to regard him.
"Is it...is it you?"
"You tell me."
"Wait!"
But she does not. She shifts and runs for the royal gardens and he follows, certain it should be easy only to find it's not. Foxes, some identical, some not, mill around and look up at him as he approaches, palm out until he approaches the most central one and grins.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder fox; I'd forgotten just how cruel your tricks could be."
The fox springs up, paws on his arms, nose to his.
[[ooc: Replies will be teneka only. Isamu will keep it to teneka on his end because he's in no condition to do much else.]]