patient; irl is hell rn but i needed to make a post bc it is this man’s bIRTHDAY !!!

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patient; irl is hell rn but i needed to make a post bc it is this man’s bIRTHDAY !!!
@horrorsight:
“I don’t see the point in trying to be human. Especially if there isn’t one.” That’s just what he wants people to think. “The world is just infested with monsters. Just people who don’t care about anything or anyone but themselves.”
“I would like to believe there are more benevolent persons in this world than non. But I have also found that majorities are quiet, while minorities are loud, especially when voicing opinions. No one cares about a happy ending when hearing the news. “However ... if you are a person hailing from a non-human species, I apologize. I’m not used to persons other than humans being around...”
@kejidotori:
He doesn’t really expect anyone to understand. Not right away. He supposes his existence is rather deceitful, masquerading around as something he’s not.
❛ I’m sure you’ve spoken to plenty without ever realizing it, just… not as you are currently. If it helps there are others around who are like me. Although where they are presently I cannot say for sure. ❜
It can be argued that he is certainly not being deceitful, merely existing, though perhaps that philosophy is better left for other conversations.
“Plenty, you say ... how intriguing. I wonder who I’ve met who might be one. Though what do you mean, not as I am currently? Is it something like in a dream?”
@penancedhonor:
“It is. But I suppose in a island like this, expecting snow would be too much.” aren’t small islands suppose to be snow proof? he wonders as he pulls apart some weeds so he can make the flowers grow strong. There were so many in the island.
“Whew. “
he wipes the sweat off his brow.
“I’m Angeal, you have business in the kindergarden?”
“That’s a fair assessment ... though a snow-covered isle would be a sight to see.”
While true, it is unlikely to happen, which is unfortunate...surely it would be lovely. But for now, he catches the faint scent of the blooms this other man works to give life to. Flowers in December...hm.
“Ah, I don’t. My name is Dr. Jakurai Jinguji, and quite honestly I was waiting for the traffic light, but I’m relatively new on the island and curi- osity got the better of me.”
patient; IN LIGHT OF Matenrou being the Division Rap Battle champions, please like this post if you would like a starter when Jakurai talks about the victory!!
MATENROU IS THE PLACE TO BE.
& blessed sight
While the good doctor is still painfully unfamiliar with the customs of this new city, despite living here for a bit, he raises a delicate eyebrow at the gift box left on his bed when returning home from a night shift. It is flat and around the length of his forearm. With increasing curiosity burning at his edges, he removes his coat and begins to unwrap the gift carefully. It is a hand mirror: silver with a thin handle, decorated with a pattern of stars, with the end culminating in a small purple gem. The back is smooth, with an inscription: you ask for so little for yourself, so be comforted with the safety of those you love. Turning it over and giving it a closer inspection, the looking glass seems to haze over before showing a vision of Hifumi and Doppo in their apartment’s kitchen. He cannot hear their words, but Doppo seems worried, as usual. Hifumi looks...tired. Perhaps Doppo is explaining to Hifumi of this strange city he and Jakurai had been on together -- and Jakurai is still here. Hifumi...seems as if he’s fighting some intense worry. He’s been crying, but only in a way that Matenrou would be able to tell. Doppo is still ranting on about whatever it is before Hifumi puts his cutting knife down and gives him an abrupt hug. Doppo, startled, falls quiet before returning the gesture. ( Hifumi must have been so worried. I hope doppo can calm his fears about me, then. This city is not so bad, and doppo has seen it. I think a few of the others have returned home, as well. Perhaps I can look in on them tomorrow... ) But before that. A prayer, of sorts.
🎼 「 You cannot hear my voice right now, 𝄀 But I am watching, and I am proud of you both. 𝄀 Carry on Matenrou, even without me there. You are capable of so much more than you have planned.」
🎼 Look through this looking glass and see the love reflected; 𝄀 Gaze deeply into the past to see what’s been resected. 𝄀 Es sole et luna reflectere lucem data. 𝄀 Warmth wrought through you, of my heart ultimata, 𝄀 Always, though never spoken, and now I ask a prayer for you: 𝄀 Spirit, after the mirr’r broken, peace I want for these two: 𝄀 I want for Hifumi to overcome his fear; 𝄀 I want for Doppo to overcome his vices. 𝄀 僕は彼らが麻天狼ビルに住みたい ABOVE, 𝄀 I want them to be peaceful, want them to know love.
🎼 「 I never told you as much, but the both of you: 𝄀 I love you. Hold your heads high. Wolves do not bow.」
( translator’s notes: “es sole et luna reflectere lucem data,” is latin for, “you are my sun and moon, giving and reflecting light.” “僕は彼らが麻天狼ビルに住みたい ABOVE,” is read as, “boku wa karera ga matenrou biru ni sumitai ABOVE,” and translates to, “i (boku) want them to live in the skyscrapers (matenrou) above.” ( writer’s notes: jakurai only uses the personal pronoun “boku” for “i” when he is at his most raw. take of that what you will. )
@penancedhonor:
You know whats manly? Doing the garden work for a school , a pre-school. Sure the kids won’t appreciate it much, but the teachers will. Wearing a tight white shirt and jeans, his gardening gloves all ready to get dirty. He looked like the image of a cliche hot gardener who mows down the bored house wife.
Fortunately he’s not that.
Whew. its hot today.
Another fortunate occurrence is that the good doctor is not a housewife -- and he happens to have an extra bottle of water in his bag. With coat folded over his arm, he pauses to wait on the light at the crosswalk near the school. Catching sight of the other, he inclines his head in a greeting and notices he’s close enough to start a conversation.
“Good afternoon. A little warm for December, isn’t it?”
“I know that, to us, it seems the world around us changed, when we were brought here. But sometimes I think that maybe it is me that changed, not the earth under my feet.”
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“I fear that these days we think too much and feel too little. I doubt I myself am exempt from this, though ... I try to care for every person I come across. I try to be humanity, especially when I see none.”
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“So if I’m understanding this correctly, you are a tsukumogami that is a weapon inhabited by you...? I can’t say I’ve ever ... spoken to such a being before.”
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@faithfulxknight:
When the other works to reassure him, Bedivere offers a grateful nod. The truth was as the other spoke: Sometimes, it was good to speak aloud to yourself. It helped you get a second way to weigh out the words. Sometimes, what sounded correct in your head could sound outlandish out loud. Words had a different weight when spoken aloud. So sometimes, the best thing you could do for yourself was to practice them aloud…
“I’m grateful that you do not find me particularly odd, then. I know little of the culture of this city, so perhaps I’m unaware of how common-place such things could be.” He certainly hadn’t experienced it often back in his proper lifetime. But, back then, it appeared many people kept things to themselves often until death… “But, I suppose the nature of the Holiday makes this sort of behavior particularly… average. I can only imagine that many people have a few words they wish to say to those they can no longer say them to.”
To find some semblance of peace with it. To find some amount of… finality.
“Dr. Jakurai, then?” He asks for clarification, a soft smile spreading to his lips. “A truly respectable practice. I’m relieved to hear that there are some doctors afoot here on the island, as I hear a certain amount of… chaos is to be expected here.” Bedivere continues, sighing ever-so-slightly as he allows his eyes to venture back towards the decorations and flowers that now adorned everything in the already colorful WARD. “But, I suppose when many people from all walks of life are brought to one place – that sort of thing is hardly surprising. Hmm?” With that, he looks back towards the doctor. Offering a half-smile. “Does that mean you plan to sign up to work at the major hospital here? Or perhaps are you planning to open a private practice?”
Back in his day, medicine and such was already such a rarity. Hospitals were certainly not around – private practices were all that they had. He was grateful that his prior summoning to Chaldea had at least given him enough knowledge to know to ask about these sorts of things. Or he would find himself at a loss about the others wording. “Though, I have only been here days myself – do let me know if there is anyway I can be of service. I know this whole place has been… rather overwhelming for me, thus far. But, I have been here about… a week now? So if my knowledge may be of any help, just let me know.”
He nods in agreement. The holiday in this city, though uncommon, allows whispers to fall from lips with some sort of finality, acceptance. ( how could I accept the loss of so many of those young men, though...? ) His history -- as a military doctor -- catches up to his thoughts quickly. Though it may be easier to say that, rather than catching up to his thoughts, it would be more acceptable to say the faces of the dead never leave his mind. Canting his head, his brows furrow in concern at the mention of chaos, though privately he agrees that many people from other realms entirely there is some level of expected disorder.
“If I was reading the laws of this city correctly, I believe I must have a higher tier to open a private practice, but that is the end goal. For now I believe I’ll work at the hospital. It seems the place where I can do the most good at the moment.”
Finally offering a small smile in return at the other’s offer, he shifts his weight to the other foot.
“Thank you. I really appreciate it. This place does seem very...disconcerting, on first arrival. There’s so much to keep track of. I’m a bit lost in attempting to get my possessions back. “Speaking of ... do you know what they do with our belongings when they take them from us?”
@cloudedblades:
@sicksawbones
If there was one thing that Cloud disliked about celebrations, it was crowds and noise. Of course, this entire festival had had both of those things in spades, which had made things a little bit difficult at times. For the most part, he could handle it; but every now and then he needed a break.
Besides which, he’d already sent all three of his lanterns on their way into the water, watching each of them until they passed beyond his sight. He wondered what, exactly, the scientists might do with them. Perhaps nothing; perhaps they weren’t even really involved in this festival at all.
But few things happened in these places without their approval, one way or another.
For now, however, he simply sat in a more secluded area of the beach and watched the waves. His left arm was bleeding slightly; results of a fight he’d had a while back with some would-be party crashers. It was nothing serious, but he should probably find somebody to stick it up soon. Wouldn’t want his blood all over the sand.
On the other hand, it seemed like somebody new was approaching his spot. Hopefully it wasn’t somebody else looking to ruin a stranger’s evening. Just in case, he hauled himself to his feet.
Surely, if the doctor had a clearer head ( admittedly, he’s been very contained in his own thoughts since arriving. ), he might have wondered the same question about the same scientists and the same lanterns. But for now, he feels comforted in this strange sense of normalcy: a festival to honor the dead, to pass on with reverence in one’s actions and one’s reveries. His embarrassing lack of attention almost leads him to walk directly into the young man who stands up before him. He stops short, sand scattering with the skitter of his heels. Clearing his throat hastily, he utters a rushed apology for almost walking into his new company, though -- The trickle of blood from the other’s arm cuts him short.
“...Can I treat you? I am -- was -- a doctor, where I came from. If we can get to a first aid kit I can patch you up nicely.”
@virxsed:
@sicksawbones
Honestly, Haruka was quietly hoping that something worse wouldn’t happen while she was in this weird city. After setting a couple of lantern boats adrift, she was beginning to walk home when she realized something rather important.
Her phone was missing.
As far as she could recall, it was still tied to her bag when she was at the beach, yet about five or so minutes later she realized that the device was missing. After walking all the way back and still being unable to locate it, she decided that it may be a good idea to ask someone for help.
“E-Excuse me… Can I borrow your phone for a moment, please? I just need to call mine,” She knew for a fact that, for some reason, phones in this city contained numbers for each and every other phone in the city, so perhaps calling hers might make it easier to relocate it. Truthfully, if her phone were close by, she would know if she were to try to use an Ability Command, yet the chances of her actually doing that with people about were close to zero- beside, the thought of it was embarassing.
“Um… I-I had my phone tied to my bag with this a-and I remember it being there when I was at the beach, but i-it must have broken off…” It was clear from her tone of voice that she was upset with losing her phone, she was rather panicked by it after all. Shakily, she unties the phone strap from her bag, holding it up. It was difficult to see, yet the strap looked really old and faded, it had likely broken itself.
The air is cool, carrying with it varied scents of the city, but mainly of the saltwater and the faint singe of something burned ( hair? I hope everyone is being careful tonight... ). The small lights begin their voyage beyond the breach into the gaping maw of the horizon. It looks like the sky alight on the ocean. On entering the city, a strong gust blows his lengthy hair from behind him, momentarily blocking his vision. After threading long fingers through his locks to wrestle it behind him, the distressed young woman catches his attention. Ah, a lost phone. Not the worst emergency, and honestly something to be expected with this many people around.
“Yes, of course. It’s no trouble.”
Handing over the mobile, he first flicks on the flashlight for her to see clearly. In the glowing arc, he catches the panicked look on her face. His instincts kick in immediately.
“Hey, everything will be all right. I’ll stay with you until we find your phone. I don’t have anywhere to be. Try to keep your breathing even, okay?”
Light blue eyes watch her closely, looking for any giveaways that she’ll start to worsen.
patient; please like if you would be interested in a mini! these will be conversation-heavy, leaning on philosophy. i need to interact with more people in this group. =u=
@horrorsight:
Holiday. Though perhaps the person didn’t truly think of it that way. Edgar didn’t. If anything, this was more like some kind of nightmare. A nightmare that Edgar didn’t want any part of. “You made it sound like you’ve been here for a while.” He admits, arms now fold over his chest. His lyrics were deep, they held meaning. How odd, right? For someone to have just arrived, but being able to put into words of how they already felt in such a strange and new area.
“--Does it? I had never intended for that. I only wished to convey my thoughts.”
It shouldn’t be about the place he is in. Death is a constant everywhere, regardless of one’s creed or race. His only goal is to extend that life as best he can -- sometimes that is accomplished with medicine, healing the mind and body, and sometimes it is done with words -- healing the soul and heart.
“I suppose this...festival, was just an opportunity.”
( If you asked him, he uses those terms for this event not out of distaste, but because he is truthfully unsure what exactly to call it. )