my love is like rain.

☂☂☂ private and selective drizzelda/ameonna from yokai watch. please read rules before interacting. written by toca. ☂☂☂

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watchwielder:

  The sudden rise in her voice is enough to startle Katie, taking a solid step back and blinking. Sleep is ready to take over, rain blurring her vision further than even drowsiness can. Free hand comes up to swipe at her eyes, keeping the temptation to pass out at bay for a little while longer. She can rest when the situation before her is resolved, right?

  “ I, um, yes– You see, I have this watch here and it’s letting me see a bunch of you guys around here, ” Katie explains, not pausing to even ask if Drizzelda already knew about the device. If the surroundings were kinder for this encounter, maybe she would have.

  “ … Listen, you don’t seem happy to be spotted. I can’t do anything to make you pay for that drink either, so… can I please buy one myself? If I don’t drink something that’ll pump me up, I might just pass out in the middle of the street. ”

  An exaggeration, but she really needed to get going.

     ---SHE’S GONE AND CAUSED another inconvenience, hasn’t she? Before she pauses to consider why a child wields such an expensive device in a summer shower without fear-- why she’s trudging through nasty weather in the middle of the night at all-- Drizzelda wills her shaking legs to move.

     “S-Sorry...!” A shiver, still cradling the spoils of her conquest against her chest as she steps through drenched grass and puddles lapping at her ankles, only enough to let the stranger accosting her have her turn at the machine.

     Wide eyes still watch her every movement, flit back and forth between the Yokai hovering just out of the beam of light, too obscured by rain to make out clearly but voice unfamiliar and crystal clear through it all anyway.

     “It’s... bad to be out this late, in the rain.” Even with watchful eyes-- even with an aura that leaves most drenched-- most are not as kind as her to the intrusions of strange humans.

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      DROUGHT. apologies for my disappearance, both here and on Charlotte. I graduate from college on Friday, so I’ve been preparing for that most of the week when I’m not at work. I have a couple of free days coming up, however, so I do plan on churning out some things on both blogs. Thank you fro your patience!

[kasaonna-blog]

     Hesitance, before a small wave of her hand.

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lady rain friend and squishy rain friend

[kasaonna-blog]

     ...Hee hee.

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     01. While she did not give much stock to the war between the Bonies and Fleshies-- and, in fact, did her best to keep her head down during the larger parts of the conflict-- Drizzelda does harbor a particular respect for Toadal Dude. It was, in some small part, his kindness and energy that helped make up her mind and stay in the area. Toads have a fondness for rainy days, and it was this easy acceptance that led her to befriending others of the watery persuasion.

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                         life’s gonna turn just a little unkind.

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Do not reblog! Repost! Tell your followers five cute facts about your muse, then tag five people to see what cute things their muses do!

TAGGED BY: quietly takes this from my other blog.

TAGGING: @hareotokc, @yckaii, @watchwielder, @medallium, @vigilavi.

1. Drizzelda has a particular fondness for flowers; they are one of the only things she feels she can help with her presence, and often skirts the edges of flower beds around Mt. Wildwood, especially during the spring, in order to encourage their growth. This comes with a particularly nasty catch, however: she cannot ever get too close, fearful she may flood the seeds before they’ve ever bloomed.

2. She finds the colors and patterns of people’s umbrellas very indicative of their personality, and finds the wide array of them against a gloomy day charming.

3. She runs a particular risk of quite literally freezing during winter ( and during prolonged contact with ice-attribute yokai far more powerful than she is ) and so she tends to bundle up considerably during colder months-- to the point where it’s a bit excessive by most standards.

4. One of the few times she will ever willingly reveal herself to humans is when she happens to hear babies or small children crying. Although she isn’t particularly good at it, she does her best to soothe them if no one else will.

5. One of the few modern developments that hasn’t passed her by is the rise of energy drinks. While Yokai don’t technically need to eat or drink, she has cultivated a love for the high-sugar fare. She does not particularly have a taste for many foods, but will happily taste any drink offered to her.

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vigilavi:

  A watch? Another examination of the device makes it clear that’s the intended appearance, though the lack of time on it leaves her with more questions. Why call it something like that when it doesn’t perform the basic function of a watch?

   Maybe she’ll learn later. Strange events like this never explain themselves all at once anyhow. Games are like that too; they aren’t fun if you know everything in one scene.

  Two blinks and she holds it closer to herself, the rain water on the glass brushed off on her blazer. The light is back on Drizzelda after a moment though (it’s rude to not look at who you’re talking to).

   “ … … Will you be here tomorrow? ” Nanami inquires softly. Answers can’t just go up in smoke after so many questions have cropped up.

     WITH FEW EXCEPTIONS, humans do not seek her out, do not wish to address her and prefer to scorn the storm; likewise, she has largely avoided contact with them for years. Do not hassle and be spared in return-- and this has backfired, now, as its left her largely without the knowledge of how to talk to them.

     Drizzelda’s eyes narrow at the light and break the stare between them, slowly looking over her shoulder both ways-- nothing but solitude. It would be an easy thing to simply reveal herself, but swallows and decides against it. A test, perhaps, to see how long this stalemate will be dragged out.

    “...No.” It is rude to loiter, after all. “I don’t live here.”

     And she’s sure her intrusion would be unwelcome to any Yokai that do. She does not look back at the stranger-- not directly, anyway-- but her eyes still widen. To think someone would try to call for her at all is a surprise in itself, downright novel.

     Best not get her hopes up.

     “I don’t know how it works. Any more than you do.”

[punchypal]

These two give me life

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vigilavi:

  The creature seems to be rather absorbed in examining the flowers. Not that Nanami faults her in the slightest for that, absolutely not. Her attention turns to the buds, taking a moment to wonder if she should find a way to protect them before they get too bogged down. 

  That has to come later, however. More personal and pressing matters are right in front of her. For example, the reason this little woman is suddenly in her sights despite not being there before and why this weird device may be the reason.

  … For now, however, all she does is raise her free hand to wave.

     IT IS WHAT SHE CRADLES in her hand that catches her eye next-- what she cradled, before being so bold and waving. Drizzelda’s mouth falls open in response, no sound falling out, words vanishing before she can even think to voice. It has been years since a human has approached her like this-- years since one has even seen her.

     ( And she hears through the whispers of others how impressive technology has become; it has largely passed her by, but she can guess what she holds. )

     “...You have... that.” She feels foolish trying to wave back and so one hand curls outward to gesture vaguely at the smooth metal in the stranger’s hands.

     “You should go inside.” Voice low, breathy, trembling as she breaks her stare away from the girl and her shoulders rise. “The watch might break if it gets wet...”

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watchwielder:

  She’s thankful that even during something as brutal and horror-inspiring as Terror Time comes up, she stays dry. Rain would only add weight and slow her down (though the torrential downpour when she returns to the waking world isn’t doing her any favors). A soft sigh and a groan later she’s heading towards the nearest vending machine.

   Whisper mentions there’s a Yo-kai nearby and her watch is out faster than she can blink.

   Two blinks and Katie simply stares at this one, the umbrella hanging above her taken into account. What is a Yo-kai doing stealing from a machine at 3 AM anyways? Watch lowers slightly to see better, head ever so slightly to the side.

   “ … Why’re you sorry? I’m getting a drink too, so it’s not weird or anything. ”

     IT DOES NOT FULLY SINK IN that she is being directly addressed for a good few seconds of silence hanging in the air. Light gives way to a girl staring back at her through the downpour; eyes glow through the night and peer over her shoulder, looking every which way and hesitant about-- about something, perhaps judging if she’d deign it necessary to strike. Another Yokai--

    ...Another Yokai.

     And she is not under his sway, but fully aware of all.

     “Y-You can see me?!” Louder than she ever speaks, closer to moaning in pain than anything accusatory or even surprised. Drizzelda’s brow softens and fear alights anew and the wind howls in the wake of her question, cradling the can closer to her chest.

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hareotokc:

“ thank me ? ”

           Ray was nearly unsettled at her response, as he expected the usual meek, “ i’m sorry ! ” to emit from her. (nonetheless, he adored it) blinking thrice, a finger curled to scratch at his rosy cheek in confusion.      it was evident that she was anxious, definitely. reaching for her hand, the monk tilted his head whilst he locked his pearly blue orbs with the velvety ones of Drizzelda.

     “ Drizzelda– ” he started.

      “ why ? what’s wrong ? ”

     EYES FLIT TO the hand outstretched and for a fleeting second Drizzelda considers taking it-- if anything else, as a gesture of good will. All her confidence manifests in keeping rooted to the ground, resisting the urge to flee and swallowing anything excess to speak as clear as she can.

     “For... the other day.” For putting himself in peril on account of her-- for being in peril at all because of her. “You... and the river, and...”

      For all the times she utters it, surely it’s lost meaning to him, but it doesn’t hurt to try.

                                                                                     “I’m sorry.”

     Apologies come easy; truly conveying them is substantially harder.

                                                              “A... And I’d like to make it up to you.”

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vigilavi:

  A soft sigh as rain embeds itself between stones in the pathway, her own shoes squeaking as she walks. Maybe going through the park would be better; the coverage of the trees may save her from standing outside the shop for too long to wring it out. The garden is dulled with the rain that comes down in droves, eyes narrowed when she seems something shimmering in the grass. Moving towards it, she reaches down and lifts it up, examining it carefully. A press of the button and the cap pops up, a soft light extending from the object.

    Eyes follow where the beam leads and, to her surprise, something is caught in it. Nanami blinks at the woman crouching by the flowers, though takes no action to show she’s there.

     --WOULD THEY MISS A FEW BULBS? The school grounds are cultivated with care, surely; one brief glance at the sign and sheer presence of the buildings towering over her give off an air of importance. The kind of place with hired gardeners that would bemoan first love and spur-of-the-moment gifts. But they would never see her, would never--

     There is a creeping sensation running down her spine. Drizzelda looks up, sees dull brown uniform to dark hood to curious eyes staring through her, far more undisturbed by the rain than anyone else she’d floated past.

     ...Almost like she was meeting her eyes. As though she could see her.