64th Journey [Voice//Action Post for those in the Square]
Woah, woah… I didn’t expect my almost-two-day absence to be noticed that much. It’s very weird in a good way flattering that I have friends that missed me here. You don’t know how much that means to me. Because the past two times I went and returned were…forgettable. This is it, huh? This is how you become a good person.
I guess it doesn’t take to be an Emperor to be that, Rakushun. god… I miss you so much.
Still trying to go back into the City’s usual weekly routine: curses and its consequences mostly. We're not made with a switch on and off about how to live in different worlds, but it's mostly an exercise of jolting my memory. Some stuff keeps being foggy, like specific locations and details, but I’ve managed to remember the majority of my experiences here. Those were only a few months, but my life changed drastically during them and I had pushed this crazy dream aside.
But here I am, you’re real, this is solid. I’ve missed you all. Not the curses, though, I hope the lovey-lovey theme ends very soon. Refresh my memory if I had an important commitment I must have forgotten.
[Roommates]
We’re a little cramped, right? I think I understand your claustrophobia a little more, Rokuta-kun. After living in Kippa Palace (which was exaggeratingly big and I hadn’t finished to tour half of itsquarters), our place is like a tuna can. Maybe we could move into a bigger apartment or we can bring down the wall with the neighbor one. What do you say, Ryouga-kun? Are you strong enough for this task? Since Seiya-kun has departed and has still no signal of return… He wouldn’t mind if we stored his instruments in a room and used the extra space. Opinions?
I have something else to ask you, Enki.
[Arthur & Enki || Honorable Professors Filter]
Um. So. Thank you very much, En Taiho and Prince Arthur, for agreeing to become my instructors. In the name of the kingdom of Kei, I am in debt with you both. We can coordinate lessons at any time you want. I’m eager to begin as soon as possible.
[Reepicheep]
Have you asked your rulers? Are they willing to grant me an audience, Reepicheep?
Added:
[King Caspian]
Sir Reepicheep has told me he delivered you my message, Your Majesty. Could we have a word, please?
[Quietly and without telling anyone, she left the apartment. She knew that Enki would probably guess her reasons as he was haunted by similar concerns; they both shared the burden alike, except he practiced the carefree devil-may-care attitude way better than she did. Likely, much like she was, Enki didn't want to become a burden.
Smile and joke as she would, Youko Nakajima was an ocean of turmoil within. The people of Kei need me, she reminded herself in the middle of her idle peace that only a City could provide. When there was no curse to disturb them.
Even so, I've missed this place. People here. She had really managed to impact them as friends and not those fairy-weather relationships she had established in Japan. Ties she had wanted to mend were she come back. She was surprised, pleasantly so, that here was completely different. But neither the City or Hourai were her real worlds.
Dressed with a simple lavender sweater and a pair of blue jeans, the recently enthroned Glory-King made her way to the Fountain, the weather was cold but long gone was the freezing touch of January. She clung into the warmth of her blue gem regardless, heart fluttering in anxiety as the anticipated spot appeared in her visual range. There were many things that crossed her head that torn her in the simplest ways. First, about quitting her job at the Lux: if she ought to study politics seriously, there was no time for an evening employment. She hated free loading from her underage status, but she had to put the benefit of Kei over her personal feelings in this.
She didn’t want to quit, but she didn’t want to endanger her studies, either. As Rakushun said, if you couldn’t decide which one you would regret less, just choose what was right and cling on its wistful thinking it was for…
The greater good.
Youko sighed and halt her steps before the fountain. She could sense the edge of the sword beginning to glow by its distance with the water. Carefully, she unsheathed the weapon and touched the falling liquid with its tip. The vision became clearer after. An image appeared, she recognized it immediately.
Tall skyscrapers, loud traffic jams, bustling crowds. Tokyo.
No, I don’t want to see this.
She focused and the picture changed. A building, her old school, at the front door, a couple of her classmates were chatting after staying for clubs and extracurricular assignments.
No. Not this, either!
The third image brought her to her knees. Her resolve shook a bit, feeling that her legs couldn’t hold her weight, the weight of her heart tugging as she saw her good mother, sleeping in her room, leaving the window open in the dead of the winter. In case I return…
But she wouldn’t return. Never. She had left that world behind by the moment she accepted the Heaven’s mandate.
She wiped away her tears, clenched her jaw and put the sword back into the shattered scabbard. If my heart is still torn, it won’t work, she reminded herself, disappointed by her weakness. It’s taunting me. Youko glanced at the broken seal, stroking over its fracture. She could swear that monkey’s voice would ring anytime soon.]
I guess it doesn’t take to be an Emperor to be that, Rakushun. god… I miss you so much.
Still trying to go back into the City’s usual weekly routine: curses and its consequences mostly. We're not made with a switch on and off about how to live in different worlds, but it's mostly an exercise of jolting my memory. Some stuff keeps being foggy, like specific locations and details, but I’ve managed to remember the majority of my experiences here. Those were only a few months, but my life changed drastically during them and I had pushed this crazy dream aside.
But here I am, you’re real, this is solid. I’ve missed you all. Not the curses, though, I hope the lovey-lovey theme ends very soon. Refresh my memory if I had an important commitment I must have forgotten.
[Roommates]
We’re a little cramped, right? I think I understand your claustrophobia a little more, Rokuta-kun. After living in Kippa Palace (which was exaggeratingly big and I hadn’t finished to tour half of itsquarters), our place is like a tuna can. Maybe we could move into a bigger apartment or we can bring down the wall with the neighbor one. What do you say, Ryouga-kun? Are you strong enough for this task? Since Seiya-kun has departed and has still no signal of return… He wouldn’t mind if we stored his instruments in a room and used the extra space. Opinions?
I have something else to ask you, Enki.
[Arthur & Enki || Honorable Professors Filter]
Um. So. Thank you very much, En Taiho and Prince Arthur, for agreeing to become my instructors. In the name of the kingdom of Kei, I am in debt with you both. We can coordinate lessons at any time you want. I’m eager to begin as soon as possible.
[Reepicheep]
Have you asked your rulers? Are they willing to grant me an audience, Reepicheep?
Added:
[King Caspian]
Sir Reepicheep has told me he delivered you my message, Your Majesty. Could we have a word, please?
[Quietly and without telling anyone, she left the apartment. She knew that Enki would probably guess her reasons as he was haunted by similar concerns; they both shared the burden alike, except he practiced the carefree devil-may-care attitude way better than she did. Likely, much like she was, Enki didn't want to become a burden.
Smile and joke as she would, Youko Nakajima was an ocean of turmoil within. The people of Kei need me, she reminded herself in the middle of her idle peace that only a City could provide. When there was no curse to disturb them.
Even so, I've missed this place. People here. She had really managed to impact them as friends and not those fairy-weather relationships she had established in Japan. Ties she had wanted to mend were she come back. She was surprised, pleasantly so, that here was completely different. But neither the City or Hourai were her real worlds.
Dressed with a simple lavender sweater and a pair of blue jeans, the recently enthroned Glory-King made her way to the Fountain, the weather was cold but long gone was the freezing touch of January. She clung into the warmth of her blue gem regardless, heart fluttering in anxiety as the anticipated spot appeared in her visual range. There were many things that crossed her head that torn her in the simplest ways. First, about quitting her job at the Lux: if she ought to study politics seriously, there was no time for an evening employment. She hated free loading from her underage status, but she had to put the benefit of Kei over her personal feelings in this.
She didn’t want to quit, but she didn’t want to endanger her studies, either. As Rakushun said, if you couldn’t decide which one you would regret less, just choose what was right and cling on its wistful thinking it was for…
The greater good.
Youko sighed and halt her steps before the fountain. She could sense the edge of the sword beginning to glow by its distance with the water. Carefully, she unsheathed the weapon and touched the falling liquid with its tip. The vision became clearer after. An image appeared, she recognized it immediately.
Tall skyscrapers, loud traffic jams, bustling crowds. Tokyo.
No, I don’t want to see this.
She focused and the picture changed. A building, her old school, at the front door, a couple of her classmates were chatting after staying for clubs and extracurricular assignments.
No. Not this, either!
The third image brought her to her knees. Her resolve shook a bit, feeling that her legs couldn’t hold her weight, the weight of her heart tugging as she saw her good mother, sleeping in her room, leaving the window open in the dead of the winter. In case I return…
But she wouldn’t return. Never. She had left that world behind by the moment she accepted the Heaven’s mandate.
She wiped away her tears, clenched her jaw and put the sword back into the shattered scabbard. If my heart is still torn, it won’t work, she reminded herself, disappointed by her weakness. It’s taunting me. Youko glanced at the broken seal, stroking over its fracture. She could swear that monkey’s voice would ring anytime soon.]