60th Journey
Back from shopping! I found enough onions to fill the deity's decree:
Huh. I know it seems excessive for one night, Rin-san, but we're four now. If there are leftovers, we can look how many recipes involve onion to add for tomorrow's dinner too! Maybe the rest of the meals during this week. Sorry. They gave me the oranges half the price.
I left the bags in the kitchen.
Conversely, Tianzi! Mari-san's chat remind me I need to give you the poster you requested for Lunar New Year celebration. I tried. I'm sorry it took me so long, but all the others I made were just embarrassingly bad. I'm going to stop by your home tonight before work to deliver you the painting. Rin-san was thinking to make Japanese food and sell it during the festive. I'm going to give her a hand. Are there going to be booths or should that be done afoot?
Hey, Marishka? Last night...I think I met your attacker. Definitely a memory I won't forget anytime soon. Woah. He was like out of a cheap horror flick.
Gino. Moro-san. I've only wanted to say goodbye.
...
I can't write anymore. It's... just... What's the point?
[Youko strikes down the last private remark and turns off the computer increasingly frustrated with herself. She doesn’t know what gets her so emotional lately. She also knows she won’t like to worry other people by something she’s not sure about what bothers her anymore. Sighing deeply, she leans sluggishly on the kitchen table. A minute passes in complete silence and she feels her eyes tearing without reason. The onion isn’t the source. Why… she wonders. Why do I feel so unhappy about? Crybaby. She sits straight, wipes the tears away with her sleeve and glances at the ceiling.
No matter how hard she’s trying, she’s unable to find Morpheus’ location and she has spent hours inside the frosty ocean with the waves crashing at her knees without any success. The blade only shows her glimpses of other people and horrors but never any lead to find her lost friend.
Then it was that curse day… When everyone spoke of their home and she wasn’t affected. She couldn’t decide if she lucked out, because perhaps her heart would be more honest and admit which of the worlds she has been into feels more like home. She is angry at herself for this uncertainty. The motto of “I want to go back” has changed by adding the inevitable: “To where?” Rokuta’s presence didn’t make anything easier. The kid knows her and he told Rin he’s known her for a long time. He isn’t from Japan, no way, with that hair and those eyes. Youko knows he must have a connection with Keiki and that other woman.
Then I… I’ll never…
The girl rises from her chair and opens the window to clear her thoughts and stop the direction they are going. Keiki-san came to Japan once, she reminds herself, so perhaps they both returned to Tokyo. She closes her eyes, feeling the cold breeze on her face, trying to think in nothing in particular but is unable to. On the kitchen table, the blade begins to glow; Youko doesn’t turn to watch it when she’s aware what images it’s trying to show her: Moro-san and Gino. Both gone. She gives a step back, averting her gaze to the ground. Gino would be alright, she knows, he’s likely flirting with the ladies in his world, but Moro-san… She… Moro-san would call me stupid whelp for mourning her this way, but I… I can’t… she muses, throat closing by the pang of pain and sing going blurrier, she sniffles before cleaning her face from the new stream of tears. She wants her in peace but she also wanted to see her as living as the City allowed her to be. Wise Moro. Self-certain Moro who was full of common sense and good advice; so unlike her, plagued hesitation and insecurities.
Finally, that thing last night… she shivers recalling the skeleton covered in flames. Their brief encounter left her more shaken that she’ll admit. She has seen frightening monsters in her life but his twisted visage of man is more personally intimidating than a giant bird or a murderous huge wolf. He didn’t do anything to her, unlike the youma; he declared her ‘innocent’ but she wonders if his sentence hasn’t been hasty. If she was really so innocent then why is her heart always torn and in turmoil lately?
The windows shut abruptly by the strong wind.]
Damn!
[Youko reaches to catch when it opens again, stopping it from hitting the frame again. She locks it firmly and sweeps the snow out of her hair and shoulder. She gives a short pause and collects her guilt and her tornado of feelings. Her head turns to glance at the glowing sword, suddenly remembering her resolution.]
I want to be strong.
[She says to herself and to the blade sheathed in the shattered scabbard. She honestly means those words. She won’t try to be strong by hiding her feelings behind false notions of bravado. If she feels sad, she will cry for her losses and when she stops, she will move on and look at all the happy moments. She straightens her posture and allows the tears flood out. For Moro-san. For Gino. For the still missing Morpheus.
The future will be the same… No matter where I’m going to stay. My choice will make me lose part of my life. I can’t deny that I’m going to miss it.
As she has no more tears to shed, the edge of the sword stops gleaming. Calmly, Youko sits again and turns on the computer. Let see what she has been missing in the Network today.]
(ooc; Mood reads as cheerful - mood has changed after AP. Link is OOC except for Tianzi).
Huh. I know it seems excessive for one night, Rin-san, but we're four now. If there are leftovers, we can look how many recipes involve onion to add for tomorrow's dinner too! Maybe the rest of the meals during this week. Sorry. They gave me the oranges half the price.
I left the bags in the kitchen.
Conversely, Tianzi! Mari-san's chat remind me I need to give you the poster you requested for Lunar New Year celebration. I tried. I'm sorry it took me so long, but all the others I made were just embarrassingly bad. I'm going to stop by your home tonight before work to deliver you the painting. Rin-san was thinking to make Japanese food and sell it during the festive. I'm going to give her a hand. Are there going to be booths or should that be done afoot?
Hey, Marishka? Last night...I think I met your attacker. Definitely a memory I won't forget anytime soon. Woah. He was like out of a cheap horror flick.
Gino. Moro-san. I've only wanted to say goodbye.
...
I can't write anymore. It's... just... What's the point?
[Youko strikes down the last private remark and turns off the computer increasingly frustrated with herself. She doesn’t know what gets her so emotional lately. She also knows she won’t like to worry other people by something she’s not sure about what bothers her anymore. Sighing deeply, she leans sluggishly on the kitchen table. A minute passes in complete silence and she feels her eyes tearing without reason. The onion isn’t the source. Why… she wonders. Why do I feel so unhappy about? Crybaby. She sits straight, wipes the tears away with her sleeve and glances at the ceiling.
No matter how hard she’s trying, she’s unable to find Morpheus’ location and she has spent hours inside the frosty ocean with the waves crashing at her knees without any success. The blade only shows her glimpses of other people and horrors but never any lead to find her lost friend.
Then it was that curse day… When everyone spoke of their home and she wasn’t affected. She couldn’t decide if she lucked out, because perhaps her heart would be more honest and admit which of the worlds she has been into feels more like home. She is angry at herself for this uncertainty. The motto of “I want to go back” has changed by adding the inevitable: “To where?” Rokuta’s presence didn’t make anything easier. The kid knows her and he told Rin he’s known her for a long time. He isn’t from Japan, no way, with that hair and those eyes. Youko knows he must have a connection with Keiki and that other woman.
Then I… I’ll never…
The girl rises from her chair and opens the window to clear her thoughts and stop the direction they are going. Keiki-san came to Japan once, she reminds herself, so perhaps they both returned to Tokyo. She closes her eyes, feeling the cold breeze on her face, trying to think in nothing in particular but is unable to. On the kitchen table, the blade begins to glow; Youko doesn’t turn to watch it when she’s aware what images it’s trying to show her: Moro-san and Gino. Both gone. She gives a step back, averting her gaze to the ground. Gino would be alright, she knows, he’s likely flirting with the ladies in his world, but Moro-san… She… Moro-san would call me stupid whelp for mourning her this way, but I… I can’t… she muses, throat closing by the pang of pain and sing going blurrier, she sniffles before cleaning her face from the new stream of tears. She wants her in peace but she also wanted to see her as living as the City allowed her to be. Wise Moro. Self-certain Moro who was full of common sense and good advice; so unlike her, plagued hesitation and insecurities.
Finally, that thing last night… she shivers recalling the skeleton covered in flames. Their brief encounter left her more shaken that she’ll admit. She has seen frightening monsters in her life but his twisted visage of man is more personally intimidating than a giant bird or a murderous huge wolf. He didn’t do anything to her, unlike the youma; he declared her ‘innocent’ but she wonders if his sentence hasn’t been hasty. If she was really so innocent then why is her heart always torn and in turmoil lately?
The windows shut abruptly by the strong wind.]
Damn!
[Youko reaches to catch when it opens again, stopping it from hitting the frame again. She locks it firmly and sweeps the snow out of her hair and shoulder. She gives a short pause and collects her guilt and her tornado of feelings. Her head turns to glance at the glowing sword, suddenly remembering her resolution.]
I want to be strong.
[She says to herself and to the blade sheathed in the shattered scabbard. She honestly means those words. She won’t try to be strong by hiding her feelings behind false notions of bravado. If she feels sad, she will cry for her losses and when she stops, she will move on and look at all the happy moments. She straightens her posture and allows the tears flood out. For Moro-san. For Gino. For the still missing Morpheus.
The future will be the same… No matter where I’m going to stay. My choice will make me lose part of my life. I can’t deny that I’m going to miss it.
As she has no more tears to shed, the edge of the sword stops gleaming. Calmly, Youko sits again and turns on the computer. Let see what she has been missing in the Network today.]
(ooc; Mood reads as cheerful - mood has changed after AP. Link is OOC except for Tianzi).