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@oovertime: A Novel Idea

Grand shelves with books rose to the ceiling of a Great Library. A place his wives would have dragged him to for research. A place he found himself wandering through like a lost puppy. Pulling a thinner-bound book from a shelf and bee-lining to a comfy-looking sofa to flop his entire body onto long ways.

even going so far as to kick his feet up and rest them on the arm of it. Zero consideration for anyone else to have a seat there since there were plenty of others.

Speaking of other chairs.

His eyes drift over to another sitting in one of them. Blond hair, hazel eyes, sharply dressed even if in more casual attire.

"Hey- you over there. What kind of books do you read? This one I found is about some guys with powers and freaky things called curses. Some handbook thing. Booooooriiiiing~"

oovertime

Nanami had decided to go to the library, to pick up some titles he'd researched online. There was no reason why he shouldn't use it, he decided, if it was going to be open for the summer. Though he hadn't had the time to visit one since he was in school.

The air was...familiar, he supposed. He'd decided to read some historical fiction, something his mother had a love for. She enjoyed art history as well, but that would be for another time.

Would he ever get to go back? He was more than likely declared legally dead. His body certainly felt real, but there was no guaruntee he wouldn't dissolve in a puff of smoke if he exited this place.

Still. It would be nice to talk to his mother about the things she loved.

He had found a table to sit at, when someone called out across the library. Nanami's eyebrow twitched. There was no way he was being called out at. Nobody did that in a library.

The question, however, did catch his attention.

It could be some sort of grimoire, he supposed, but there was no way to be certain without asking.

"What kind of curses are you talking about?" He asked, getting up to approach the...very tall man.

#godoffestivities #godoffestivities 01

hereicomesanfrandisco

A new house, but not a Home. Nothing in this place could be Home. He's just lucky that there's plenty of sun, water, and fresh air. But hey, enough about that! Flowery's got an old roommate, but it's time to meet the new roommate. Roommates.

Floral scent follows him into the room, as it naturally does. He completely ignores the coffee pot, but gives the human a small wave.

"That's me! Sorry to keep you waiting, guy. The name's Flowery. Star sign: the flower. Blood type: SSS. Weight: sure, why not. All normal stuff, wouldn't you say? Hahahaflowershaha."

"You're the new roomie, huh? Happy to meet you, pal. You might not see me much around here, but hey, don't take it personal's! I'm more of an outdoors kinda guy. Flowers need room to grow, you know?"

...Was he being too subtle?

"I'm a flower."

oovertime

Blood type SSS?

He remembered doing blood types in middle school. He was entirely certain that SSS didn't exi--

Oh. Flower. That explained it. Except for the fact that flowers didn't talk, or have blood of any kind. He didn't read as a curse, either, so he couldn't be like the flowering, talking curse he'd read about after the Kyoto Goodwill Event.

He must be something else entirely, Nanami decided. The puns he decided to ignore.

The flower's bright nature and insistence on jokes and a flashy entrance was...not ignored.

"A flower." Nanami repeated. "Well, I'm a sorcerer. I destroy curses for a living. How did you get to be able to walk and talk?"

#offers a little information and immediately gets into the questions #hereicomesanfrancisco #hereicomesanfrancisco 01

thiefandlyre

@oovertime

Hot springs are supposed to be relaxing, but Octavo finds himself frequently glancing up at the clear, domed ceiling high above them. At this depth, he can just barely see the light of the twin moons filtering down through the water.

The healing spring is not so populated this late at night. Octavo finds he's one of the only people here, other than a few guests sharing drinks in the other pools. He'd come here in the hopes that it would help ease the soreness in his throat and his cough.

"Maybe it only works on your outside," he remarks to the man sitting a few feet away from him. His voice is a croak. He winces. "...healing, that is."

oovertime

Nanami looked up idly as he saw the grey elf approaching. Octavo. He hadn't seen the other in a while--at least not in-person, anyway. He still occasionally kept in touch through the phone.

Since it was someone he knew, at least on a surface level, he didn't mind as much when the elf entered the pool. It was a public bath, anyway, and one that used swimsuits. He had no reason to object.

The healing properties seemed a little...exaggerated. But the water felt nice on his muscles, especially his hip. He sank lower in the bath as Octavo started speaking.

"Is it a sore throat you're dealing with?" He asked, absently. "Someone I know gets those pretty often. Have you tried spray?"

#thiefandlyre #thiefandlyre 02

madeupxmemory

@oovertime | SpiraleFes Starter : Sky Full of Stars

Namine stands not too far from the fireworks operator, a torn out page form her sketchbook held tight in her hands.

She had no real memories of animals for home. Just a certain fruit. Would they still make it into fireworks?

Her attention is on the lights right now, though, as she's in awe of what is being made. How pretty!

"Wow..." She says. "I didn't know so many animals could exist."

oovertime

Nanami was standing next to a teenage girl, while the fireworks went off overhead. It was a fine vantage point, so he didn't much mind the company of strangers.

The girl held some sort of drawing in her hand, clutched tight. In the dark, he couldn't really make out the drawing, but there was at least some sort of color on it.

The touch of curiosity came and left easily, and Nanami's gaze was drawn back to the fireworks.

Until the girl started speaking.

For a moment, he couldn't really tell what she was saying, due to the noise. Her comment surprised him a little. Did she not go to school?

"Is this your first time seeing a show?"

#madeupxmemory #madeupxmemory 01

nomithered

"Japanese Curry?"

Now that's not something he's sure he's seen of. He kinda remembers Adam mentioning something about it. Yui too..he thinks. A lot of those memories were still hazy to him to be honest, but it doesn't distract him from answering the other questions sent his way.

At the question of if he was British or not he huffs a laugh and can't help the way his smile sits cocked on his face. Like he was only half sarcastic at the premise of being found out.

"What gave it 'way?"

The accent?

Or the pint stuck in his hands?

Either way he wasn't actually miffed and he nods along to the second question before he take another sip to wet his throat.

"I like a good pub as much as the next guy. What 'bout you? You a Pub guy?"

oovertime

"The accent."

Nanami wasn't much of a man who went for pints--he preferred rice wine, as opposed to beer. But he had no real objections to it. He just preferred the smooth taste.

He sampled the curry, and the spice was certainly a nice change of pace. The Thai place--he should definitely go back, sometime. Maybe he should look for Indian restaurants as well.

The man seemed a little surprised at the mention of Japanese curry, so Nanami hummed. "It's less spicy, but you can find it in supermarkets. Not as popular as Indian curry, but it's easy and available to find."

Nanami had frequently run into the assumption he spoke English, due to his appearance, so he understood the laughter. He had picked up some skills from working in the office due to the assumption, but not nearly enough to be confident in speaking it without the automatic translation. He didn't even speak Danish.

"It tends to be bars after the job. They're open all over Tokyo. Where in Britain are you from?"

#nomithered #nomithered 01

max-uzumaki

He sets his jaw at that. Upset that he wasn't at his best and that he was just going to have to trust Nanami with this. They both were fighting to get out of this place.

"Take front."

The former cult leader comes out from the back of the cell and peers down the hall to the left. Just around the bend were the noises of those mechanical captors clamoring after Nanami.

"We'll move at your pace since you are slower. Anything that stands in our way, you can bully your way past. Anything hot on our heels will have to get past me."

It was the only solution that actually benefited both parties. Kept them active and utilized their strengths.

"You hit a lot harder than I do, but the things behind us will have a harder time getting too close to me. I've always been good with keep-away."

oovertime

Nanami nodded. Geto was taller, and didn't have a hip injury, and he was top of the class in martial arts. If he had kept up with his combat skills, he would work as a cover.

There wasn't any more time for personal feelings to enter the picture--they just had to move.

He exited the cell, and took his position beside Geto. He would break up the mob, and Geto would take them down after their formation broke.

The only unfortunate circumstance was that the robots didn't have any psychological weaknesses to exploit. How annoying. It came down to pure skill.

He could still work with that.

The humanoid shape of the creatures provided an excellent striking target--the jaw. Even without his ability to see weak points, pure combat skills meant he knew where to identify how to overbalance targets. Cursed energy reinforcement flexed through his muscles. Months without fighting meant it took two strikes to get into the rhythm, but after that, it was resuming a dance.

He kept his senses open for Geto's presence. If the man needed cover, if he needed reinforcement.

#maxuzumaki 02 #maxuzumaki #event moonshade

@demonartprogenitor

Nanami had decided to head to another district, to pick up some Mediterranean ingredients. The summer had made him think of his family vacation in India, so he had decided to pick up something for a new recipe.

He bought some of the curry powder to prepare with chicken, and he headed for the exit. He heard something quite loud from outside, and he exited.

The fireworks had started for the evening, and people were exiting to watch the sky. The street had gathered as people started going to find a spot to watch them, and Nanami huffed through his nose.

Really, it was his fault for waiting for such a late hour, but he'd been planning on spending tomorrow cooking, and picking up something on the way back to his Ward. How annoying.

He turned to his left, to see another man with the exact same expression on his face that Nanami felt, carrying a single grocery bag.

"Fellow night owl?" He mused, wryly. It was really the only reason both were caught in this unfortunate circumstance.

#demonartprogenitor #deemonartprogenitor 01

dwellingmedic

"I figured as much. Suguru took the time to greet me on the first day, turns out he's just a few doors down. Crazy how small the world can be, huh?"

"So, how did you end up here? I just woke up from a nap in a completely new place."

oovertime

Ah, so his suspicions were correct. Even so, he saw no reason why he couldn't show her around, anyway.

"The last thing I remember is the Patch-Face Curse in Shibuya. I'm sure you saw the aftermath."

He was very glad it sounded like she survived.

#dwellingmedic 01 #dwellingmedic

hallowedpurple

Ah, summer. It was a wonderful time of the year when he could break out of the slump it usually put him in. There weren't many things beyond a sunny day at the beach with a flavored shaved ice that would put him in a better mood.

He's swaying from one foot to the other when Nanami wanders up behind him, caught in the Six Eyes the moment he stepped into range of it. It makes Satoru hum, his head tilted back over his shoulder.

"Nanamin! Fancy seeing you here." He grins brightly, adjusting his glasses up his nose. "Oh, don't be mistaken, I definitely do."

He tugs at the edge of the overshirt he wore, the last two buttons done up to keep it on and cover the scars on his torso. The short sleeves still show off the scars that bisected each of his forearms, a straight line across.

"Want shaved ice? I'll buy."

oovertime

Nanami stepped behind Gojo in line, not bothering to announce himself as he did so. Gojo would know him just by his presence alone, so he saw no real use in it.

Gojo glanced behind, peering at him as he spoke. Nanami stuck his hands in his trunks pockets. He had no real intention to get in the water, so he was still wearing his watch, and had his wallet in his pockets. Gojo looked like he was dry at the moment as well--maybe he wasn't wanting to get in the water today?

Nanami wouldn't mind sharing a spot with Gojo, if he wasn't planning on doing anything else.

Gojo showed him his outfit, and Nanami's eyes slid down to the scars. He generally didn't see Gojo in casual clothing, so the scars might not be new. Even so, it was rather surprising. Gojo had mastered Infinity when he was still in school.

He glanced back up at Gojo, and it was probably because he was looking for it at this point, but he noticed another one, just under Gojo's bangs.

Huh.

"Sure, I'll take some shaved ice." He finally said. "Are you planning on doing anything while you're here?"

#it's a trap gojo #hallowedpurple 04 #hallowedpurple

dwellingmedic

@oovertime:

He immediately hits the call icon on the phone, holding it up to his ear. He was pretty certain that Gojo (and possibly Geto) were already on introducing her to the island. Even so. She was good company, and he wanted to make sure she was adjusting well.

The device only rings once before Shoko answers, placing it against her ear while looking over the pristine room she had awoken in.

"Kento. You almost seem excited to hear from me with how quickly you reached out."

oovertime

Shoko's sarcastic tone drew a small snort from Nanami. So, she seemed unconcerned--that was good. But her level head was one of her best traits, anyway. He was not surprised.

"I saw that you arrived here, so I wanted to help you get oriented. It was new when I first arrived. Gojo saw me in."

#dwellingmedic #dwellingmedic 01

nomithered

@oovertime // Cont. from Here

"Yeah?"

He perks up at the acceptance and lack of combative nature expecting on the concept of a British Born curry.

"Well it's a Sorted Fav for those who like a good amount of spices. It's inspired by Indian Curry. You ever have that too?"

oovertime

Curry was curry, as far as he was concerned. He appreciated types of bread from around the world, types of alcohol from wherever he could get it. He saw it as fundamentally not worth the time or effort to argue about cuisine.

Maybe if he was a chef he would care. Either way.

"I tend to eat Japanese curry, but I import the ingredients for Indian curry occasionally. It's a treat to have the extra spices. I'm assuming you're British? Do you enjoy pubs?"

#nomithered #since they're at a bar and all

shiromemes

Give my muse an item and see how they react!

Things may or may not be added to their official inventory

shiromemes

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

#his opinion about anyone he's interacted with btw #including non cast members

divinetotality

"Yeah. Sometimes...feels like the universe is playing a huge joke on me."

Another soft exhale, thumbing along the stitching at the end of his sweater absently, even for the summer he dressed as he was used to, baggy and comfortable. The teen found himself rarely leaving anyways, only to make runs for food or to check in on his father down the way.

Such a mundane way of living, but it was steady. He didn't care much for anything too exciting.

"Dunno if I would say he treated me well at first, he tried to kill me." As blunt as it was, the answer wasn't a lie. Megumi had fought for his life on more than one occasion, and this was certainly no exception. The aftermath was...a bit of a blur, however.

Probably due to the head injury. (Was not the first, nor the last.)

"You remember that man who emerged from my domain? That was him."

oovertime

The sentiment was something that he'd heard before--Fushiguro occasionally made concerning comments. They were usually the beginning of conversations held after the times Fushiguro tagged along, observing his work.

Nanami wasn't a teacher, or family to Fushiguro, but he'd let the student work with him, and he'd mentored him when they'd done so. That, and he'd seen the boy when he'd come back to work as a sorcerer--he was Gojo's kid, after all.

At least, that was the only guardian Nanami had known for the shadow sorcerer, until now.

The shock of the man emerging from the domain was blurred somewhat in his mind, but he eventually found the face of the man in his memories. It was the same man that separated Fushiguro from him in the first place.

Ah. The man who attacked Fushiguro. After entering the curse's domain. That man.

He frowned.

"I see. Would you explain more about what he's done since then?"

#divinetotality 02 #divinetotality #he's making such a good first impression #not that toji gaf #but the sentiment is funny

@divinetotality

Nanami had been making his way slowly through some of the summer activities--most of them didn't appeal to him, being games with things like pool noodles, or dragon banquets. Still, there were apparently things to be gained from some of them.

He stopped short in front of what appeared to be a magical forest--he cringed at the thought. He certainly wasn't taking the prize. Bunny ears.

He had been about to move on, when he spotted a familiar face. He approached, map in hand.

"Fushiguro. Are you planning on participating?"

#divinetotality 03 #summerfes starter!

@hallowedpurple

The midday sun beat down hard on him, only slightly blocked by the umbrella shielding him from the worst of it.

Nanami had spent an hour on the beach, reading by the shoreline. A pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, to block the glare. He hadn't actually re-applied his sunscreen yet, he might consider a break to do that.

Shutting his book, he left it on the chair, and made his way to the vendors. He brought his own water, so the shaved ice might be fine. Not too overpoweringly sweet.

He spotted Gojo waiting in line, and figured he might as well approach.