Deep within the heart of the Downtown district in Stilwater, a young man enters one of the many high-end shops littering the area in order to purchase himself a brand new outfit. He’s in need of an upgrade, for after getting a taste for the finer things in life he’s realized he can’t go walking around in these old duds anymore. Besides, his outfit needs a bit of purple now given the gang he had found himself running with for over the last few weeks.
Now across the street sat an older gentleman who, thankfully, no one really paid much mind to. He’d rather keep it that way as he didn’t wish to draw any attention to himself as he observed the younger man enter the store. This was his younger self after all, and the last thing he needed was to start any sort of commotion.
If the music playing from the shop behind him wasn’t indicative enough of the time, the current year was 2004 and this happened to be a memory the Boss had found himself recalling. It was a simple but good one considering this was the first time he had went out and really bought himself something high-end. Besides doing the usual drive-bys, robberies, drug dealing and the like, there was always a need to impress others when you were in a gang by purchasing designer/brand clothing. This was the height of the ‘bling era’ after all, so it really wasn’t all too surprising when he looks back on it.
Thankfully he never did anything idiotic like say frosting the tips of his hair as a certain friend of his used to, but that didn’t mean the Boss wouldn’t find himself under the same trappings as the rest of the Saints and other gangs would. If anything he was at least happy enough to know he’d get a better sense of style in about two weeks or so if he remembers correctly.
@lunagony // Dreamscape Starter Call
Yotsuyu was no stranger to memory. It had been her own memories, after all, that had taken shape when she had called upon Tsukuyomi’s powers -- brought to life to cause her endless suffering. She knew what memory was capable of... and she knew what this island was capable of. She had been here since its conception and even before (visions of a city long-lost fading away in her mind); how could she not know?
That didn’t mean she put two and two together, of course. Not straight away. Because this was no memory of her own.
The scenery, the world around her; she didn’t know it. It was more in line with some of what she’d seen since being stolen away from Hydaelyn, but certainly nothing she’d ever seen outright. It could have been passed off as just some strange vision, some fever dream, had she not been wildly aware of the fact she had been forced to sleep against her will.
She may very well have been the ghost she had once felt she was -- everybody she walked past, she may as well have been walking through. For all the foreignness of what was around her, nobody even looked at her, as if she wasn’t there at all; surely, in her kimono, she should more than have stood out enough. And yet --
“Interesting,” she mused, quietly, not wholly without a deep cut of sarcasm.
Yet even through all the buzz of conversation and the shriek of music far too bizarre to her ears to pinpoint what on earth it was, something -- someone -- stood out to her. Someone very vaguely familiar; perhaps a reason she’d been dragged here, of all places, even though he was no more than a nagging of a Had-Been, Once at the back of her mind.
... from that time all those not-thems had been created, hadn’t it? The Yotsuyu who had been in Spirale her whole life, who had briefly met this man.
The look she gave him was disdainful, as was her wont, but she took a seat beside him nonetheless.
“I assume you have a better idea of where we are than I do.” Her head turned, making direct eye contact with him, letting him know without a doubt it was him she was talking to. “More shit this island has thrown our way?”
