Shuuji Misora

"I wear these clothes because I want to." Affiliated with Isola Radiale.

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pheraelion‌:

      oh. 

   well, that’s awkward. she’d – he’d? they’d? – had you entirely convinced. your hand rises to scratch your cheek sheepishly. you have the good grace to look apologetic, wanting to point out that their outfit is very convincing– the wig especially. anyone could make the mistake, and that it’s rather rude to get so huffy over an assumption… however, you hold your tongue. it’d probably be a bad idea to make enemies with your housemates right off the bat– or at all, really. 

“got it,” you reply with a nod, hoping to placate them– they still haven’t given you their name yet, you realize. “i’ll not make the mistake again, my apologies. i do quite like your clothes, though. i’ve never seen anything like them before! the design is very cute.”

   you’re not sure if the compliment is appropriate given the confusion, but it’s at least sincere. they do look very cute, even without the wig– and while father’s words had been in relation to dragons, he’d always stressed to you the importance of being able to accept and understand people from all walks of life. if they wish to dress femininely, you’ve no quarrel with it. the attitude, however… hm. 

   perhaps they’re new here, too, and as confused as you are. you suppose you couldn’t blame them for being snippy, in that case…

“might i join you, or should i go? i wouldn’t want to be a bother, especially if you’re using the picture-box right now.” 

Ugh, why did this have to be so awkward. Why did they have to have roommates in the first place. They’d never asked for this.

“Nah, you can join me. I’m not really watching it.” They roll their eyes. “And it’s called a television, not a picture-box. Were you raised in a barn?”

They look at the television, which has landed on a cartoon.

“Name’s Shuuji, by the way. Shuuji Misora. My friends call me Misora-san.”

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Fantasia Event Info

Species: Faekin

Allegiance: Xalphina, obstensibly

Appearance: Appears much like their normal self, but supernaturally beautiful. Wearing a pretty blue dress and with their hair naturally cut into an orange bob, they are a strikingly charming figure, appearing for all the world like a fairy of myth. Their voice has also become more feminine and less androgynous, with a light lilt to their sentences.

Most notably, however, they have a pair of wings on their back heavily resembling the fins of a goldfish.

Overall: cute.

Racial abilities:

Flight. Magic. Epic pranks.

Magic:

- Heal

- Charm

- Water breathing

Items:

- A wooden staff they bought that ends in a star shape, which does nothing

- Various potions and poisons that cause minor but amusing effects

Role:

- Just having a grand old time. Can be found all over Isola, pranking people with childish games, swimming with the fish, and generally being a nuisance.

- Occasionally goes on an epic quest but does barely anything to contribute.

- Could not be bothered to help fight against the monster terrorizing Isola. As far as they’re concerned this fantasy world is paradise and they don’t want to get rid of it.

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anglerfishnabe‌:

“ No. By your time I’m dead. “

Wicked won’t live long and over 120 sure is pushing it after all. He wonders if he makes it even halfway there. Not to mention how he’s stuck here right now - does the time in Spirale roll normally? How long will he stay here anyway? 

Ogata rolls a deep sigh. What a pain. 

“ .. who knows. I don’t. “

“ People, ‘aliens’… We don’t know a damn thing about them. I think that’s the whole point. We’re not supposed to know anything. “

“That’s convenient. Saves you from having to come up with a convincing story, huh?”

...But, as much as they hate to admit it, he’s probably telling the truth. It’s the most unbelievable thing they’ve ever heard, but somehow, that makes it extremely believable. Who would come up with such a convoluted, absurd lie?

“Alright, fine. I guess I believe you. What’s your name? I’m...” 

Extremely suspicious pause. 

“Kingyo Sato.”

Yes, they did just call themselves “goldfish.”

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are you a star? (open)

Misora had to admit, as much as they hated this place, as much as they hated everything about the situation they were being put in, the night sky here was strikingly beautiful. Especially with this meteor shower going on, lighting up the night sky in pink and purple.

It was a striking sight. And, when they looked into it, legs crossed to their chest, the grass of the park beneath them, they felt an uncommon sense of inner peace. This was good.

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caligosum‌:

          Daily wanderings have quite quickly turned into daily cat hunts; Chrome’s sharp eye-catching sight of the felines and then deciding that her time would be best spent admiring them. There are a lot of stray animals wandering around, but she guesses that’s just how large cities are—strange islands included. She doesn’t mind; cats are nice creatures, after all, and trying to make a few friends within the feline populace doesn’t seem like a bad idea. 

          Of course, she isn’t surprised to see another person trying to garner the attention of the very same feline she’s seen today. In a moment of bravery, Chrome figures that if she can make friends with finicky alley cats, then another person with a shared interest shouldn’t be difficult.

          Carefully, she scoots herself closer and speaks, “Here, maybe trying these will work if you want to use them.” She holds out a bag of cat treats, bought on a whim but relatively inexpensive. She doesn’t mind sharing.

Misora’s eyes widen as a person comes closer to them - a girl, only a few years older than them. High-school age.

Normally, they might feel threatened or nervous, but this girl seems kind enough. They take the bag gratefully.

“T-thank you.”

Turning their attention back to the cat, they open the bag, pour out a treat into their palm, and lower their hand towards the cat.

“Want a treat, kitty?”

The cat makes a “murr?” sound, uncoils, and slowly, carefully, walks over to Misora’s hand. Misora remains perfectly still, not wanting to move an inch, until the cat approaches...

It takes the treat. Misora smiles at it, then looks towards the stranger.

“Should I... should I pet it?”

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anglerfishnabe‌:

“ Self defense forces.. “ he repeats, “ so that’s what it’s called now… True I’m not a member of that. “

Rather than the military though, he should focus on fixing the mistakes littered about her yelling.  There was no time to baby sit during the war and even the youngest soldiers weren’t quite this young, so Ogata simply uses his usual approach; quick, blunt and direct to the point.

“ I need you to calm down a little and listen”, he starts.

“ I’m not your abductor. I’m the same as you - brought here from another world entirely… that’s how it seems anyway. “

That’s a whole another can of worms though. The different worlds and times… He doesn’t really get all this stuff himself - how it’s possible and all that. He’s just had lots of time to get used to it. With a sigh Ogata runs his hand through his hair. 

“ …..anyway, I don’t know if you kids get taught anything about Russo-Japanese War but but I’m from around those times. 1907. “

They haven’t heard of the Russo-Japanese War - it’s not often taught in schools - but they’re too focused on the utter nonsense he’s saying to think about that.

“Another world? You’re a hundred years old? That’s complete bullshit! You really expect me to believe that?”

...Though, honestly, they think, being kidnapped and thrown into a city with Yakuza walking the streets isn’t that believable either.

... 

“OK. Say you’re telling the truth. Who ‘abducted’ us?” 

“Was it aliens?”

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anglerfishnabe‌:

“ Oh? 

Well, look at you now. That’s better. “

Quite the change in behaviour. It’s easier to deal with things directly like this. She’s saying strange things though. Kidnapping? He supposes she’s constructed some sort misunderstanding to explain the gun… It doesn’t seem like they’re from the same time period - or worlds for that matter but Ogata can’t tell that 

“ I’m not sure what exactly is it that you’re thinking but I’m a soldier by trade. This is my weapon. There’s no  more to it than that. “

His eyes divert to side. 

“ And I’m sure if you look around you might notice that I’m not the only one in here with a weapon either. “

A soldier by trade? They’re not dressed like a member of the military. Only one type of “soldier” they can think of then.

“You’re not part of the Japan Self-Defense Forces. What are you then, a yakuza?! Is that why you kidnapped me?!”

By all accounts, there’s nothing rational about anything they’re thinking, but they’re too furious to realize it. They look around for any people with weapons nearby, taking their eyes off the other man. Sure enough, several people are walking by openly carrying weapons of their own. Strange ones, but weapons.

“What the fuck. Are you all yakuza?”

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darkmoondelusion‌:

“Alright then, Shuuji! But, ah… I am from a different world than thee, so the moon god of thine home probably is who thou sayest it is. I admit, it is nice to know there are other gods that share in mine affinity…”

Gwyndolin stops speaking then, blinking though it’s hidden. He’s never been good at changing his language to be easier for a child to understand. Er, where is the line? What words are too complicated, or aren’t common enough that they probably wouldn’t know?

“I am glad there are other moon gods, that is. But…”

He’s seen others in a similar style of dress all around in this ward, yet he doesn’t know what it’s called. And back home, he was always either too busy or too exhausted to do much for himself, although he’d made plenty of pretty clothing for his sister.

“Thou like'st to dress up too? What is that outfit called? I kind of… want to wear one…”

“A different world...?”

That sounds completely ridiculous. But, in comparison to meeting a person - a god - with snakes for legs, it’s honestly believable. In comparison.

“It’s called a yukata. It’s a type of kimono worn during the summer.”

They frown. This god doesn’t recognize a yukata. And they’re not dressed like any traditional image of a god they’ve ever seen. And they said they were from a different “world,” not another country. 

“...So. This isn’t Japan.”

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darkmoondelusion‌:

“Oh, I am Dark Sun Gwyndolin. God of the moon. But I do not have much power or rule over anything in this land. I do not even have a shrine of mine own, unfortunately.”

These shrines are… humble, he thinks. It’s like night and day, the difference between one and the cathedral he’d lived in. But it might be nice to have a shrine too, a place of peace where one could make small offerings and listen to the birds sing.

“And what might thy name be? ‘Tis not often I find one so young here. By the way – thou needst not worry over the snakes.”

He smiles gently, plenty aware of how unnerving it could be on first sight. Gwyndolin hardly wishes alarm anyone, let alone a child.

“Shuuji. Shuuji Misora.” Not a lie. No reason to lie about their name to a god. It might just make them angry. “...Shuuji’s a boy name. I’m a...” A pregnant pause. They keep spilling out the truth (or what they believe is the truth) to this god. Maybe they already know. “Boy. I just dress like this.”

Another pause. They’ve already said too much, but...

“No offense, but... I thought the god of the moon was Tsukuyomi.”

And what does the god of the moon have to do with snakes?

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anglerfishnabe‌:

His stare has always been piercing, intended or not. Feeling a thud on his back Ogata’s walk halts and his head turns eyes glaring daggers downwards. A kid, girl - short as they come. Ogata doesn’t particularly have fondness or dislike for them, really but that’s not to say he’d immediately spit on one for mistake either.

Ogata’s eyes go from the child to his rifle that he presumes quelled the flare of temper that reached his ears before turning. The change in expression was a little funny if you asked him but to be expected in normal situations.

“ …. “

“ I don’t have a habit of shooting kids, so you don’t have to get all timid on me. “

They were just going to carry on their way and ignore the gun-toting strange, but t’s hard to say whether them being called “timid” or being told they weren’t going to get shot is what makes them bold enough to speak.

“I’m not timid,” they snap. “I just haven’t seen a gun before.”

They glare at the older man, gritting their teeth. "Why do you even have that thing? Have a habit of kidnapping kids? Huh? You bastard!”

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It’s not unusual to find another person at the shrine, but Gwyndolin has rarely heard another ring its bell. Of course, that makes him want to investigate – he’s thankful he’s not the only one trying to show the shrine respect. But who should he find there but a child? Not quite what he expected, but it’s charming to see one so young visit the shrine.

…except, they’re shocked at his appearance, although that’s not surprising at all. They’re probably from a world where things like this can’t be seen. The snakes slither around to be mostly behind himself, poking their heads out with flicking tongues.

“Ah, I am sorry for the fright. If thou wert looking for the god of this shrine, ‘tis not me,” Gwyndolin explains, kneeling down so he doesn’t completely tower over this poor kid. “I only like to visit and give offerings so they know they are not forgotten. Art thou alright?”

Wow, this person talks strangely. Like some kind of emperor in an old historical film. Talk about pretentious. But, if they are a god, and they obviously are even if they’re not the god of this shrine, they suppose it makes sense?

They gulp, nervous at being in the presence of a god. Could this person destroy them with a wave of their hand? Do their snake legs bite? Best to be respectful.

“I’m... I’m fine. You just surprised me. That’s all.”

A pause as they consider whether or not to ask the very stupid question they’re about to ask.

“Are you a god?”

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Everything about this sucks. It sucks, it sucks, it sucks. They hate it with every fiber of their being.

They’re not a very religious person, even though, when they were younger, they wanted to be a shrine maiden... they believe in the Shinto gods, but they hardly ever pray at shrines, even for good luck. But they’re willing to pray to any God that will listen if it means getting home.

It’s for that reason that, still in their blue kimono with the goldfish and wearing an orange wig, they travel to the local shrine in the Cotes District, the Bamboo Grove. They have to be careful to avoid all the foxes running around, who stare at them. They stick their tongue out back.

They think, as they look at the shrine, that it’s... old. Does that make it more authentic or something? Whatever.

Regardless, they wash themselves of impurity, place their coin in the red box, ring the bell, clap their hands twice, and bow while thinking their prayer - “please let me out of here.”

That done, they clap twice again, bow, and turn around...

Only to come face to waist with a very, very tall person.

“Huh? Where’d you come from?”

They look down at the other person’s body and see that their lower body is made of snakes.

“GYAH!”

They nearly fall over trying to take a step back. Is this a God? Or just a nightmare?!

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Yeah, Misora is still lost. Nobody has been any help to them so far in finding a clothing store, or any way to pay for anything, or much of anything at all. Their kidnapper has made this all hellishly inconvenient.

They’re wandering through the Archimedes Ward, still dressed in their blue yukata (with cute goldfish on it), when they encounter... a black cat, curled up next to a tree. Their attention grabbed, they stop and crouch down near the cat, trying to get its attention.

“Come here, kitty kitty...” they call out, but the cat ignores them.

They don’t even notice, at the same time, a person with purple hair and an eyepatch also crouched nearby, admiring the very same cat.

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chuketsu‌:

She had only just found her way to her so-called new home, taking time to inspect it thoroughly, when she heard the arrival of another. Himiko knew that roommates were the norm in this city, but she never intended to deal with her’s. People could be so judgmental, especially of her particular life style. Yet, when she looks up, Himiko did not expect to see someone younger than herself.

Himiko suddenly beamed, rising from the couch despite the frown that was directed at her. She approached with little hesitation, now that her curiosity had been peaked.

“I’m Toga Himiko– but you can just call me Himiko!” She had never been one for formalities, and had no problem in giving out her name. “Do you live here? That would make us roommates!”

“Your yukata is super cute! Is there a festival going on?”

This is where Misora would blush and get embarrassed at the compliment, if they were in the mood for it. But they weren’t. Instead, they only sigh.

“There was, before I was kidnapped. Know anything about that?”

Probably not, Misora thinks. The older girl seems like a real airhead - if she got kidnapped too, she might not even be aware of it. I mean, “roommates”? Please.