#bemawed

[hanabisays]

@bemawed

It's the chirping sound of a bird that brings her out from her focused duty toward the skies. "..." It's so selfish to still wish that Haru was right by her side.

In the distance, coming up the long stairway, she sees Reier coming up. It's been a bit since the last visit. Perhaps a few weeks.

"Good morning. You're here really early today."

[isolaradiale]

hi! i'd like to reapply my original character, reier. her app is the third link at the top or /app. thank you :)

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Reier!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 210.

You will retain everything you were given during your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

-- mod altair.

[penitentbeggar]

From his vista, Zhang San marveled at the pink, bulbous perennials that overflowed the forest. A gentle breeze streamlined loose petals, carrying the flowers across the grand divide between the mountains and forest. A flimmering silver river splintered the forest, blinding those who dared to look upon its beauty in the early hour.

Zhang San rested his tattered backpack against a stump and took to occupy the natural seat. He crossed his legs and leaned forward, pausing to appreciate the momentary solace. The Sun rose higher against the cloudless sky-blue canvas, warming the woodlands with its gentle, loving light. He took in a gentle breath in, absorbing the floral fragrance and with an exhale, released the negativity that festered his heart.

Diligent hands turned to the backpack and he tugged the zipper back to open the mouth of the canvas bag. He plucked a gift wrapped box, an ornate porcelain plate, an incense holder, incense, and a lighter. He scooted off the stump and replaced the open spot with the assortment. He knelt down, lighting the incense before blowing out the flame; billowing fragrant smoke mixed with the floral notes of the forest. He untied the box to retrieve a small, fruit and cream cake.

Firmly, Zhang San clapped twice, bowed his head and began to pray. He prayed for happiness, security, and joy for the one who maintained a constant, warming presence in his life. Regardless of distance, his dearest friend always remained in his heart. Wherever she may be, he prayed for her loved ones to surround her and smother her in gifts.

"Happy Birthday, Reier," he whispered on the wind, hoping his words would find her. He scooted towards the front of the stump and leaned against the seat. Laden eye lids fell closed and Zhang San allowed the peace in his heart to overwhelm his senses. He smiled gently as he began to drift off.

Rei existed in these tranquil moments, and with her presence enveloping him, he sleeps with peace of heart and peace of mind.

[penitentbeggar]

R E U N I O N @bemawed

The supernatural has always lured Zhang San into spiritual lands, not through curiosity, but an innate will that had been preordained prior to his conception. He followed the phantasmal beings towards sacred sites. Often, he felt connected to these ethereal creatures, as if kin. In some regards, Zhang San believed he was one before learning of his truth. A wandering spirit, hollow and empty, searching for its purpose in an incorporeal world. 

Feeling this all too familiar pull, Zhang San found himself within the Oparalian Market Town. At night, the specters stepped into the corporeal world, going about their elongated lives. Zhang San looked upon the spirits with respect, often bowing his head in high esteem when he happened to make eye contact. 

As he ventured through the dimly light market, illuminated by the spirits and low light lanterns, he spots a familiar shade in the distance. He suddenly recalls a memory from years ago when he lived in Kyoto with his master.

- - -

「おまえはだれだ！」 the low ranking Yakuza shouted in a demanding voice. Next to him stood other low ranking Yakuza. Each man puffed out their chests to assert their dominance over the intimidating man and young woman next to him. 

Zhang San heard the commotion from his master’s home, and considering his master’s reputation, Zhang San was not surprised to see and hear Yakuza. His master once held the crown for being the most recognizable and talented tattoo artist in the underground scene. Now and then, many Yakuza flocked to his door step begging to receive a tattoo. Yet is master had made a decision for Zhang San to be his final canvas. While not affiliated to the Yakuza, Zhang San earned his favor, and received the outline of Bùdòng Míngwáng, the defender of Buddhist law. In the time he healed, Zhang San remained with his master to ensure the tattoo’s maintenance while he provided aid to his master.

Zhang San stepped out of the wooden gates to enter the narrow, dirt road that separated the traditional houses within the community that froze during the Meiji era. He looked upon the five Yakuza members warning the foreigners of a fight. Though, Zhang San believed they had ever right to feel threated, after all one of the foreigners looked like a member of the Yakuza.

「おおい！」 Zhang San shouted, he stepped forward, already shirtless and his black pants rolled up since he had been cleaning his master’s bathroom. 「あっちへ行け ！ 」 he shouted with a firm, clear voice. He stepped forward, putting himself in between the foreigners and the Yakuza. 

With one look at the house where Zhang San exited, the group of Yakuza clicked their tongues. They knew the consequences of interfering with a respected artist that had done many of the higher ranking officer’s tattoos. Reluctantly, they turned and left, not without threats under their breath.

Zhang San tried multiple languages to converse with the foreigners until he happened upon broken English. “Come. Here. Food,” basic words to convey and offering of help. Once they complied, Zhang San introduced the two to his master, who had unknowingly been fluent in the English language. 

Since their initial meeting, Zhang San had gained knowledge on the English language. While he had much to learn, and was far from fluent, he knew more than ever. When the couple let, Zhang San not only learned a new language, but made two lifelong friends who he kept in frequent contact whenever he could.

- - -

It took Zhang San by surprise when he saw her, one of the foreigners he met in Japan all those years ago. Without missing a beat, Zhang San raises his hand to wave, calling out her name. “Rei! Rei!”

Zhang San sprints through the market, minding his manners around the specters as he approaches the young girl. In the dimly lit market, Zhang San’s face beams, shining brighter than all the other lanterns that hang in the air above. “Rei,” he whispers with a happy tone. 

“It’s... it so good to see you again! How are you? Are you well? Are you okay? Are you hungry? We can get something to eat.” Without recognizing the offset in her expression, he continues to prattle on, merely happy to meet with an old friend that he feared he would not meet again.

[kleinstar]

@bemawed​

“ Delivery incoming~~ Please move out of the way. “

It’s been a while since he’s done laundry deliveries. It’s a heavy load this time - whoever the customers is clearly a busy one as Eiden struggles to keep it even. He should have made it two trips but it’s too late for that now. He threads carefully but the busy streets of first level of Fibonacci Ward as well as the lacking field of vision are making task difficult.

Just one mistep is enough. His foot hits against a single particularly large rock, sending him to fall backwards while the pile on the other hand falls forward. Only as it has gone down does Eiden notice a stranger among the linen and varying articles of clothing now dirtied in sand. 

“ Aaaaa! “ 

Eiden stumbles back up making his way with two leaps to the unfortunate one.

“ Are you okay? Sorry I totally lost my balance there....”

[fcxrcin]

@bemawed​

In one hand she holds up a nice warm coat for the cold incoming season and in the other a light jacket in style. Mmm, none of these were particularly reaching out to her. She’s got a cart full of smaller clothes too. A little too small, almost baby-sized BUT these are not for her. They’re for My Melody. Clothing of all different sizes are neatly laid in the cart. 

“I don’t know if Sukuna will like any of these. It’s so hard shopping for....teenagers or I guess Spirits.” With My Melody it was SO easy to get her clothes. SO many of these outfits would look so cute on her!

She’s struggling BIG time with this one. “Maybe I should get both and return one he doesn’t like.” And her attention falls on the lady standing beside her, “What do you think?”

[somniaeus]

               PERHAPS IT SEEMS PITIFUL; to wordlessly bemoan the circumstances of which he has no control. he is lost once more, a rudderless ship afloat a black ocean. he does not know which way to go, whom to turn to, consumed by his troubles until the world around him falls away, and he is all that remains. at any moment, his sister might join him, admonish him for... wallowing, as he so often does. the thought offends him, but it is almost preferable to this isolation. surely if any one of his siblings had been captured, he might’ve seen them here, but thus far... nothing, and no-one.

       sprinkling seed into the grass, dream sits aside as the birds flock to his offering. while it pleases him to see the animals accept it, not a flicker of emotion wakes in his eyes. he is far too immersed in thought to stray. ❛ the forest of airaisal ❜, they call this place--- an otherworldly name, not one he knows, at least not on earth. a matter of some curiosity indeed.

          @bemawed​.

[occultacarne]

@bemawed​

With magazine laid out on the table and his little milk tea sat at the corner, Sun is hard at work. What is he doing with a magazine? Well, he’s TRYING to read it. He can’t. He hasn’t even learned his ABCs  so there’s just no way he’d be able to actually read. It’s a surprise how he’s able to speak so well!

He’s frustrated. He’s stared at this SAME word for what seemed like hours and his boba milk tea is almost empty. He’s going to have to go get another one real soon. 

“What’s this word?” He asks, finger tapping below a word ‘Fishing.’