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Event Eight.

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there.
No more from the cottage again will I roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

he Town is quiet this week. No sudden quests on the forum post, no roars of werewolves in the distance... just peaceful, peaceful quiet. Of course, it's hot as hell right now, but that aside, it's pretty pleasant. You probably don't want to wander around the Town right now, but...

Naturally, now's when the Town is going to start thoroughly encouraging you to do just that.

You do want to find your doorway back home, don't you?

Better get searching! And don't mind the other worlds you might end up stumbling into first.

Welcome to Awash's eighth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post.

You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[....she’s found his ironic selfies while he wasn’t there to hide them. (Though even if he hid them psychometry means she would have found them.)

She shouldn’t have to try not to laugh, but she’s making an attempt at it anyway as she flips through them. Really, what are these and why did he not only take them but keep them??

In contrast, her own pocket dimension is almost boring. (Even if it did yield the clean tank top and shorts she’s currently wearing.)]

[He's really not used to people who talk this much back home but he's slowly getting used to them here.]

It would be my pleasure to help you. Though please give me a moment. [Then he whistles for Iskender, waiting for the golden eagle to land on his shoulder again before he nods at her. There's no telling what sort of mischief Iskender would get into if he left him here on his own.] Now we can go.

[He was indeed a push over except when it came to matters of state and war. He blushes when she grabs his hand. BECAUSE WHY...IS THAT NECESSARY.]

I-I don't but, please, I can follow you myself! There is no need for you to hold my hand! [But despite his complaints he's not actually moving to pull himself away.]

They were the best ugly peasant clothes I could find! My regular outfit from back home was in there, too!

[No, his missing clothes are a big problem, but she's getting him distracted from his biggest problem.]

Forget about the clothes. What am I supposed to do about the school?

"Even if it is not exciting, it is still an important enough part of your life that it is here."

He nods, and follows Asano down the hallway. Halls are certainly a place for happening to meet people going to and from other things.

Stepping into the class, he looks around with wide eyes and an interested expression while asking whatever pops into his mind.

"There are so many desks! How many students are here?" and "What sorts of classes do you have?" and "So that is your Japan out there..." Meaning out beyond the huge glass windows, which are impressive in their own right.

[Listen, she isn't going to say anything about the hole in the wall, but she's definitely squinting over at it when he tuns toward her once again. Oh! She starts slightly, feeling like she's been caught doing something she shouldn't, before he opens with that weird, weird question. A toad? Her brow furrows as she tries to... piece this all together...]

So he looks like a toad now? Kind of? Or...

[God, she's trying so, so hard, but eventually she has to admit defeat with a sigh.]

I don't get it.

[Estelle seems delighted by even that small praise, grinning.]

It is, isn't it? It's kind of far from town, but the peace and quiet is kind of nice, too. I guess that's why mom and dad wanted to live here.

[She's tugging open the kitchen window to let the air in, and Akira might notice there's a faint hint of discoloration along the sill. Maybe the house is old???

No, actually Estelle just set fire to the curtains once.]

"Tantous, too. Ya really run the gamut here." Time for a bigger sip. He probably shouldn't be having this conversation while drinking. Or maybe it's the perfect conversation while drinking. Not that Ryouma intends to get plastered or anything. He doesn't know Tonbokiri that well. As for Tonbokiri's own Muramasaness- "Hm. Your name does nod in that direction, don't it?" Not that it's uncommon to name a sword, a sharp obect, after the act of cutting. But context saves lives! Or makes more sense of them. "Sounds like you understand Sengo Muramasa a little better than most."

Ryouma takes another sip and, oh. That's one cup down. But, lo! Tonbokiri has perfect timing. He grins and offers his cup for a refill. Please and thank you, good man.

"Y'know." Another sip; this really is good stuff. "If you're not careful, I'll just keep goin' on and on and on." One of the things Ryouma is very good at is talking, after all. "But before anyone stops me, I gotta say. It's beautiful out here." Just walking through this place felt nice. Calm and quiet. Like its own little haven in a world that's apparently at war. Well, maybe it's not quiet if there are supposed to be over sixty others living here, but for now...

Y..eah? Yeah, no, you pretty much got it!

[Just go with it, Ochako!! He'd draw a great picture if he had stuff lying around to do just that, but alas, the pen and paper are buried with the poetry under the mattress in the other room. Sad.]

Something happened, [understatement] and he's been a mess since then. I was pretty little, so don't ask me for all the details... Anyway, if it turns out he's here, don't freak out, okay?

He enjoys arcades and movie theaters. Why weren't they important enough to show up in his closet?

Tonbokiri's reaction makes him try to look at his boring, old school through new eyes.

It's still too hard to do.

"My class back then had almost as many students as there are desks. That was just one class in my year, and we go to high school for three years. We had the basic classes like Japanese, science, math, English, social studies, physical education..." He realizes as he says it that swords probably don't have "basic classes."

"If you want to see more of the view, we can go up on the roof. I eat lunch there with my friends sometimes. This version gets fuzzy when you try to look farther than the school grounds, though."

[As soon as she registers recognition in Joshua's body language, Estelle is there, kneeling close to him and reaching out. There's probably some blood getting on her clothes, but she doesn't care so much about that as Joshua right now, and getting his focus away from the pools of blood around them, left behind by--

She knew who this blood belonged to. She'd never met Karin, had never seen this place, but she knew just from Loewe's description and Joshua's face, that delayed reaction, the shaking shoulders. Her voice is soft, but clear, all her focus on Joshua rather than the sickened feeling settled in her stomach, the imagery of Joshua's memories worse than her mind had ever conjured.]

Hey. I'm here, ok? I'm right here with you.

[ dextera pushes his wet hair out of his face and then shakes his head, slowly. based on the other things that have been happening around town, dextera assumes… he’ll be taking a little field trip. ]

I’m all yours.

(It's ok, Keigo. School sucks the most while you're a student.)

Tonbokiri nods along as he continues looking around. Ah, that is a lot of students. And such a variety of 'basic' classes... "Modern students certainly have a lot to learn."

He perks up at the offer to see the view from the roof. "That is all right. I would still like to see it." As they walk that way he will ask, "out of all those subjects you are learning, which do you like the most?"

His name nods in that direction? "Ah, you think so?"

Once he's poured for Ryouma he pours for himself and takes a sip as he chuckles lowly.

"Muramasa and I are like family, so I pay careful attention to him." Even if he complains that Tonbokiri worries to much. "I hope others can come to understand him better, too. But it would help if he didn't keep doing things that put him in such a bad light-! My apologies." He stops and sips again.

"Haha, going on and on is easy, isn't it. I am happy that you find Honmaru beautiful. Aruji certainly did his best for our sake. I will not stop you saying more, or from going on about other things. In fact, I would like to know more about you. You, as you are here, and not the Sakamoto Ryouma that I knew. Although, I'm certain some things must be the same. For instance, do you still enjoy the ocean?"

[ dextera leans against noctis. it’s not intimate, not really, but it’s comfortable and quiet and safe. he doesn’t think of himself as a solace for anybody, but he knows that for one reason or another… people relax when they’re around him. ]

You can’t forget. The guilt.

[ an observation, as dextera rests his cheek against noctis’ shoulder. ]

[There are some odd-looking people in her world, Okuyasu!! Honestly, Ochako hears that his dad looks like a toad and she immediately thinks of, like... Tsuyu's dad, because of course she's seen pictures of her friend's family? And yeah, it's a bit strange that Okuyasu's dad apparently changed into a toad-man instead of being born as one, but still.]

Why would I? [Freaking out over someone's less-than-human appearance is stupid, and she can't help but to frown.] He can't help how he looks, right? And that doesn't even matter, because he's still your dad.

[She doesn't know how bad it really, truly is, so of course she's optimistic. Some other things are definitely starting to make sense, though... hmm.]

"We do! There's so much homework to do, and then you have to study for college entrance exams if you want to get into a good school!"

Walking the path to the roof, down another hallway and up a couple of flights of stairs, is second nature. Even if he keeps mentally and audibly complaining, it's nice to be back in a familiar, full-color place.

Keigo takes up a position leaning over the railing on the side of the roof that faces towards town. "That's Karakura. If you look over the other side, you can see the school's sports fields."

Eh— [Ehhh, "can't help how he looks" is up in the air-- could have helped, sure, and god knows Keicho gave it his... best. God knows Okuyasu is even trying to un-toad him himself; not, you know, very well! But a shit dad is still a dad.

Anyway, the last thing he wants to do is stand around debating the ethics of treating shitty people worse, so on they go. He's largely not upset about the whole place, still, although he very pointedly does not go up to the third floor. Nope, back downstairs they go.

There is no dad here. But there is the distant sound of... hissing. Okuyasu hears this and his immediate response is,] Oh fuck, the cat.

Good! Just follow me.

[And as soon as he's up and ready to go, they... are off! She leads the way to her house, chattering all the while about a wide variety of things: a recipe she's thinking about recreating here, the silly money goose Okuyasu sent to everyone, this oppressive heat they have to endure. It's idle chitchat meant to make the walk a little less boring, but she's all of out interesting tidbits to share by the time they pass through her front door and head up to her very neat, very girly room. There's nothing particularly interesting to see here, aside from a hyuge stack of gold-embossed paper and... her window, which is definitely not looking out over the quiet Chroma street. Everything probably looks really, really weird.

But it's the window she heads to, of course, and she gestures for him to come closer as she opens it right up. Hear that tinny-sounding mall music, Dextera? Feel the sweet, sweet caress of cold air? Nice.]

I know it's weird to step through a window, but it's safe. I've been in here a ton of times. [And just for emphasis, she slings a leg over the windowsill and just pops right through to the other side.] See? You step right onto solid ground!

[She stands to the side, holding her arms up in that universal "Ta-da!" gesture as she waits for him to follow. Come on in, buddy!]

[His reaction lets her know there are holes in this story he has yet to fill, but... well, she can only work with what she's given! Does she want to know more? Oh, of course! Does she want to push what might be a very unpleasant issue? Not... really, no, which is why she sticks close to him and only wonders about the many things he isn't saying. Maybe she can ask about other things, like why the top floor is apparently off-limits.

But that is immediately put on hold, because oh, there's a cat? That's adorably normal, she thinks, until she remembers the absolute monstrosity he drew for her so very long ago. Shiiiiiiiit.]

The cat? [A beat as she listens, and then:] Okuyasu, it sounds mad...

We only got the one cat and he's usually mad, yeah.

[So yes, shit is right, it's that same fucking nightmare creature. Okuyasu has... no idea where it would even be without his dad toting it around, especially because it can't move, but maybe it's by a window? That makes sense, right? The only place in this dismal house with any light would be, like, the front window--

He pokes his head around the corner into the front room. Come here and make a heads-around-the-corner totem pole of two with him, Ochako.]

Hey, how good are you at weird pets?

[Oh, she is there. She's curious about this cat creature!! And also very, very wary of it, thanks to these dramatic antics, but she still takes a second to seriously consider his question as she tries to catch a glimpse of... it.]

Okay, I guess? But why are you asking me? It's your pet!

[Is he going to seriously send her in after it...]

"I do think so." He thinks a lot of things. That brain in his head is always at work.

With a fresh cup of sake, he lifts it in thanks and takes another drink! "Ah, so he's like a rambunctious little brother, eh? I know a thing or two about those." He smirks Tonbokiri's way, letting that implication hang in the air. He knows a thing or two because he's done a thing or two. Or attempted it.

"I admit, I mostly care for personal reasons. Mutsunokami ain't always gonna be in my care, so I'd hope he ends up somewhere good." And while he's never asked what year exactly Mutsunokami and Tonbokiri come from, he's sure it's a time long after he's been dead and gone. "So it looks like he did." He takes another sip and lowers his voice, sounding just a touch more serious. "I'm glad."

Ah, but he can't stay serious for long! Not with that question Tonbokiri throws his way. "Hey, hey, stop. The idea of havin' more than one me runnin' around is...well, kind of frightening, if I'm honest, but if ya ever run into someone masquerading as me and he gives the ocean anything less than the highest respect or a shining review, then you can take it from me that he's a damned liar. And a fool."

A bigger sip...!

"...So, yeah, of course I love the ocean. Wish I could go out on it basically all the time. And it's killin' me the one in the town is right there but still out of reach." He...he has a passion. If that weren't obvious.

[Listen. Look. Ryouma might be the kind of guy who sticks his nose in a lot of business and gets his fingers stuck in multiple pies, but he usually doesn't go around breaking into people's apartments.

Blame the fact that he has a love affair with the ocean and tends to go to the harbor quite a bit, okay.

But none of that matters right now, not when he immediately focuses on the devastation outside those windows. Because damn. A moment later, Ryouma notices Noctis standing there, and his posture and expression says enough. The situation is not good. The situation is very much not good and he can't blame the young man for looking miserable, especially if this is his home. He approaches the windows to stand next to Noctis, just looking at everything.]

Insomnia, huh.

[He opens his mouth to speak again, ready to say that the name is fitting because there's no way anyone could sleep through all of that, but he thinks better of it. Noctis probably wouldn't appreciate it, even if Ryouma likes to add some levity to awful situations when he can.

Maybe some other time.]

War?

[But he won't disrespect Noctis by trying to buffer all of this with kind words or hopes that everything will surely get better. He can't make those promises and he doesn't know the first thing about this place. Only that if cities are razed, it's usually by the hand of man. Or natural disaster, but those buildings don't look wood and stone doesn't burn easily, not to such an extent.]

[It.... is a very plain-looking pot with a hissing cat monster growing out of it, currently not facing them. Mercifully.]

Yeah, but if you were bad at 'em you wouldn't have to be backup. Hang out here for a minute.

[There he goes, the bravest man to ever face down a sentient flower. Or: Okuyasu, sneaking up on a potted plant that is also a cat. He manages to stoop down and pick up the pot before the thing goes really nuts, slapping at his hands with, uh, leaves.

So the cat rescue is going great.] Dumb cat, stop it—

[This will continue.]

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