mortal coil

affiliated with isola. sakunosuke oda rp blog.

[flawsaved-blog]

kari-ie·:

  Natsume paused for a moment when the older man spoke to him. His expression was calm, yet his eyes had a glint of confusion within them. This man was looking for five small children? Did he get separated from them? By the looks of it, he… Looked a little young to be the father of five children. Unless he was a spirit or something. Age worked differently in their world than in the human one. Maybe he was just their older brother? 

    Finally speaking up, he shook his head. ❝ I’m sorry, but I have not. Do you need help looking for them? I’m looking for Nyank- ❞ He cleared his throat. ❝ I’m looking for my pet cat. I can’t seem to find him anywhere. Where was the last place you saw them at? We can try to retrace your steps and call out their names. ❞  

    Blind to the possibilities that this man was dangerous, or possibly not human, he let his kindness get ahead of him. Such actions without thinking of the consequences were common for Natsume. In fact, they were custom to his every day life. Without Nyanko-sensei around, he was bound to entertain anyone’s requests or tasks without second thought. Plus, it would be heartwarming to see this person meet with his possible family or friends again.

    The delicacy of family, friendship, and relationships were so rewarding to see. If he could, then he would do whatever it took in order to reunite him with his companions. Along the way, maybe he could find his own again. Even though Nyanko-sensei was a pain to carry around, Natsume found himself missing that warm pile of fat fluff in his arms.

    ❝ My name is Natsume Takashi, by the way. It’s nice to meet you, Sir. I’m… also new to this area. ❞ He smiled kindly.

As the haunting memories resurfaced once more, a shudder went down his back.  He had not known it was possible for his heart to sink any further.  The recollection of tear-stained faces of children crying out to him made Oda feel so horribly naive.  His guilt was indescribable.  "The last place I saw them..."

Gradually, as Oda trailed off, his voice sounded all the more wearied.  His hands subconsciously clenched at his sides.

Stuffing his fists into his pockets, Oda looked down.  "They were nowhere near this place," he replied.  His head instinctively turned to the side, attempting to maintain his composure by not looking at the stranger directly in the eye.  "They may not be here."

The one key component he did know of his current condition that contradicted the theory of his surroundings being an afterlife was that Oda physically felt very much alive.  His heart was beating inside of his chest.  There wasn't a proper explanation for that.  He died.  Oda felt it.  The shot was fatal, so then why...?

Beads of sweat slid down his face.  There were too many possibilities and unknown variables for Oda to look at anything regarding this situation objectively.  He needed to find a way to go through this one step at a time.

Oda hesitated as he pondered over questions regarding mortality and immortality he always refrained from asking for his own mind's sake, before shifting his gaze back to the seemingly carefree young man in front of him.  "Could you give me a brief description of your cat?  I can help you look for him."

"The names of the children are Kousuke, Katsumi, Yuu, Shinji, and Sakura."

The stranger's name and genuinely kind smile admittedly caught him off guard.  Natsume.  Oda knew he would be able to remember that name with ease.  "Ah, it's a pleasure to meet you as well.  I'm Oda Sakunosuke."

The way Natsume talked about their situation made it sound like he made the conscious effort to move to Isola Radiale.  Or perhaps it was easy for Natsume to adapt to change rather quickly.  Either way, he needed to know more, so Oda pressed further.  "New to this area, you say.  Did you arrive here willingly?"

[flawsaved-blog]

clownscloak·:

“Ah, crumbs! You got me! See, I forgot to fetch a basket when I came in, and going back now is just embarrasing! You know how it is with us performers, though! Improvise when you lack props!”

It’s a situation he can’t get out of his way, not with his cloak’s limitations right now, so he dips his hand back into the portal to bring the candy bar back. It’s to be noted, however, that the packaging had a few drops of water on it, seems he threw it into a puddle in his hurry, so he takes to wiping it with the outer part of the cloak for a bit.

“How kind of you to help, sir, truly a saint you are, yes!” He sings praises as he drops the chocolate bar into Oda’s basket, at least it was cheap.. “Say, say, while I’m here, why don’t you let me help you with the shopping, hm? Is there anything else you might need?”

There was a harmless plan behind the offer, but a plan no less.

The dampness of the chocolate's wrapping paper had not gone unnoticed.  Oda raised a brow when Nikolai started to dry it off with his shirt, but in the end, chose to say nothing on the matter.  His eyes lingered on his cloak, however, as the other man started to speak again.

"That would explain your outfit.  What type of performer are you?"

It was surprising to hear Nikolai suddenly volunteer his assistance.  Oda was not the type to reject out of modesty, so this twist was fine with him.  "I'm going to make curry," he simply answered, before handing over his small shopping list.  His penmanship was not grand in the slightest, but hopefully, his writing was at least somewhat legible.  Most of the items on the list were crossed out already, all except for the vegetables: onions, carrots, and potatoes.

[flawsaved-blog]

clownscloak·:

Shoplifting already? No, sir! No way, sir!

Alright, maybe a little, but no one will notice a chocolate bar or two missing, right? Of course! And that’s why he’s here in this store, lingering around the aisle with snacks and sweets, sticking out like a sore thumb with how he’s dressed. 

Minding his own business, he looks around, humming as he slips a chocolate bar into his cloak, with intention of transporting it outside the store. This is, however, the exact moment his eyes lock with someone passing by.

Of course this has to happen when he needed eyes on him the least.

“Oh me, oh my! Sir, you’ve seen nothing, right? Well, nothing except these amazing discounts, I’d hope! Look at all this chocolate on sale due to Valentine’s coming up! My, what a time to be alive!” And so his theatrics begin, the chocolate swiftly thrown into his cloak’s pocket dimension for the time being.

Was this save enough to fool @flawsaved? Only time will tell.

"Using a cloak like that can't possibly be an easy way to carry your things, right?"

The expression on Oda's face said it all: he knew Nikolai was trying to steal chocolate from the store.  His job as an errand boy for the mafia gave him a lot of experience in handling theft.  Though, usually, the circumstances were a bit different than this.  The thieves Oda came across were typically poor children on the streets.  The stores he was tasked to protect were under Port Mafia protection.  But regardless, in this situation as well, it wasn't as if Oda could turn a blind eye when the strange person in front of him was obvious in what he was doing.

Oda's eyes danced between the man's black-hole-of-a-cloak and his face.  The shopping basket in Oda's hand swung in his grip when he outstretched his arm to him, various groceries shifting and tumbling inside.

"The employees might get the wrong impression if they see you placing the chocolate in there...  Here.  There is space in my basket.  I can hold them for you."

[flawsaved-blog]

Apathetic to fighting back against death's clutches, Oda anticipated complete and total oblivion in its hold.  Nothingness.  Desolation.  There was no unfinished business.  The qualifications of his dreams were finished.  After leading a life where he put so many people to sleep, it was finally time for Oda to say goodnight to himself.  His story was complete.

And yet, somehow, he managed to wind up in a strange place like this.  There was a place after death.  Or, perhaps, beyond death itself?  The reality of it all was too difficult for him to process all at once when he could barely feel anything other than desperation.

Kouske, Katsumi, Yuu, Shinji, and Sakura...

At that moment, the only thing he could think about was finding them.

Requesting assistance from anyone was not preferable, particularly in regards to the subject matter that hung from the tip of his tongue.  The question that lingered there burned his mouth, a worse feeling when compared to the dryness in the depths of his throat.  After being faced with indescribably painful defeat in protecting their lives; putting faith in anyone to not have a sinister agenda felt like a dishonor to their memory.

Despite such dark thoughts, Oda stared at the stranger in front of him and asked: "Have you seen five small children traveling together?"

[isolaradiale]

With prior reserve, I would like to app Oda Sakunosuke from Bungou Stray Dogs. His application can be found under /app. Thank you!

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 218!

You’ll be able to use flawless 5 times a day!

You’ll be given a bb gun!

Enjoy your stay!

–Mod Lyra