三十五 // shout (5)
[The writing is clumsy and there are a few scratchmarks in the paper. Someone is not used to writing with claws, however neatly trimmed they may be.]
This is getting fucking ridiculous. What the hell am I supposed to be now?
[A small singe mark on the page.]
And fucking fire just came out of my hands. I'm not leaving the house my room until ( Read more... )
This is getting fucking ridiculous. What the hell am I supposed to be now?
[A small singe mark on the page.]
And fucking fire just came out of my hands. I'm not leaving the house my room until ( Read more... )
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[what little food he eats, anyway.]
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Where am I supposed to meet you?
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Well I've spent a hell of a lot of time in the Bazaar, and near as I can tell there's still not really a... one-stop-shop sort of place.
But if we walk down the street for a bit, grab stuff that each of us likes, and make our way to the Tea Shop we could eat there and have tea too.
... You are more a tea guy than a beer guy, right?
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That's fine. I'll see you there. What do you look like now?
Beer.
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Beer? Seriously? I had you pegged for tea.
I look like uh... well I'll have my long brown coat on. And I have long black hair in a ponytail now.
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Fine. My hair's long and my skin's darker. But you'll probably see the ears first.
[ooc: Actually being civil to each other? Moon's brain is breaking a little.]
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See you at the elevator then.
[Ditto here - mutual respect for frustrating out of body experiences?]
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[Moon shuts the journal and sighs. He really wants nothing to do with Smoke at all, but it looks as though he has no choice. He feels incredibly awkward leaving the house, with claws and ears and face markings.
He arrives at the Elevator and pushes the button, hoping that Smoke will say whatever he needs to and let Moon go back to being a hermit again.]
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( ... )
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Slowly, he turned around, taking the sight of.. whoever Smoke was supposed to be.] "Yes," [he said, in a voice that wasn't even close to his own.] "You didn't tell me you'd be a... woman."
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[He takes a good look at the face up close now] "Damn, wish I knew his name. The scars, the hair, even the ears - it's gotta be the same guy."
[He takes a step back then, inclining his head to one side] "So how 'bout me - I look familiar at all? I heard the voice in my rebirth dream, but that's about all I've got."
Not including the fact that she- he... whatever, kissed me.
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I have no idea who I'm supposed to be. Or you for that matter, but the voice is familiar. Annoyingly so.
[pause] What scars?
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[He brushes his left cheek - the opposite side of his own scars] "Right there. Those three big lines on the cheek." [He takes a longer look at the ears] "Just like aniki..." [He looked up again to meet Moon's gaze] "You don't by chance... know what kind of being you are, do you? I mean... freaking fire out of your hands? And I've seen this guy toss a monster fireball. And beat the shit out of Goku, too -- the Meatbun kid, remember? That's not human. And I know he ain't hanyou - the colors are wrong."
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They're not scars, dumbass. They're markings. Youkai always have them.
[Now where had that come from? Moon was pretty sure he hadn't known that a second ago, but it seemed like something so obvious now.]
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