#ogata 02

[alchemistwhosurvived]

@anglerfishnabe​

Mariela was done with her collection for the day. It had started to become a passing joke with the carriage driver and some of the villagers of The Mistwood that whenever the girl was lurking around the village had welcomed a legendary yeti into their midst. Mariela hated to be thought of as a monster but it soon became clear it was a joke. She had to admit that she often looked ridiculous, covered head to toe in plants and herbs like a Shambling Mound or some sort of dryad. She was on her way back towards the center of the village when something tugged at her fibrous coat. Shifting her attention to the ground she saw a small cat that had been biting around her ankles.

Mariela bent down to pick the cat up eliciting a loud mewl of protest from the animal. Looking over its collar she was relieved to see that it did have some tags on it. Apparently her name was “Bullet” and she belonged to a resident here in Mistwood. She walked over to one of the villagers and asked where she might find the address on the tag and was directed down the road to the edge of the forest. Though the cat was a wriggly thing she seemed more than occupied knawing at the fibers on her shoulder. Luckily these plants wouldn’t hurt her to chew as they were used for healing medicine, so Mariela just let her do as she pleased. The girl reached out and knocked on the door a few times but if anyone was home they were slow to answer.

“Ehhhh-- Excuse me...Is anyone home? I think I have your kitty.”

[heclingmuzik]

@anglerfishnabe​

“Wait...is the cat spirit a lie or...It IS April Fool’s so am I being fooled right now?” Shit. 

[schoollivingpresident]

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Things really hadn’t been going well for Yuuri, even since she’d returned from that hellish island. With the disappearance of Megumi, she’d retreated into her own shell, rarely leaving the room of her apartment. She’d not experienced a Halloween since before the world had ended, and the thought of it left a bitter taste in her mouth; people dressing up as the undead for fun.

That was why she’d decided to take things into her own hands.

It felt strange, actually being armed, actually being prepared, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling. The weight of the tools carried on her belt, under her cloak, of her labored breath as she watched the streets; even if she wanted to move, she wasn’t certain she could. The candy she’d eaten had certainly increased her physical capabilities, but the barrier in her mind was still there. She wasn’t certain. It all seemed...foolish.

Were it not for a sharp gaze, she may have found herself continuing down her spiral; instead, though, she whipped around, pulling a weapon mindlessly from her belt and pointing it at the individual who’d appeared behind her. Not an undead individual, but one who was participating in the event--a cat costume, of some kind? And someone she recognized; someone who she had met on that island. Her green eyes were narrowed, steady.

“Do you want something?”

[aid-lombard]

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She supposes she’s rather lucky that she’s been given cash to burn right as a festival begins, even if she’s never been the type to participate in such things. As much as she’d like to just be miserable in bed, she knows that that won’t get her anywhere--if she wants to figure out what, exactly, is happening in this hellish place, she’s going to need to start making moves. And one needs to have a full stomach in order to think properly.

While Saint-Germain has never really been the type to explore the natural world around her, she can appreciate this gigantic tree she’s being led up by a kind plant person. She only wishes she was able to share this view with the people who were dear to her. As she reaches the top, she thanks her guide, and glances around, looking to see if there’s any spot to rest. The clearing is rather crowded today, unfortunately, and while she does see that there is some open space, the person it’s around is someone she recognizes--though she wishes she didn’t.

Something is different about the scarred man than what she remembers--he looks far less scruffy, and she reminds herself that she wasn’t the only person afflicted by this horrible curse of the past. He, too, had probably been brought to a different point in his life, one he perhaps even felt shame over. And really--while her hair and face were the same, the way she carried herself now was so different than she’d been as a child that one might not realize they were the same person. She decides that she’s got no choice but to suck it up if she wishes to stay on this tree, and approaches him.

“I hope you don’t mind if I eat here. There’s...not much open space.”

[existentialismee]

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When he sees the child in front of him, all of Watanuki’s problems suddenly don’t seem as bad as he first thought them to be.

He doesn’t know what to say, at first-- there’s anger bubbling inside his chest, disbelief that someone as young as this boy was also taken from his world. He must of been frightened of everything around him; of no longer being near his family, or anything that could have brought him comfort.

But, he steadies himself, to the best of his ability; not wanting to be something else that made this child afraid. When the distance closes between them, Watanuki kneels to the other’s height; offering him a soft smile.

“You look just about as lost as I am.. did you just arrive here, too?”

“I might not be the best person to navigate around here, but.. if you need any help, I can definitely try,” now that they had found one another, he knew he couldn’t just leave him alone; prepared to do whatever it took to make sure this person was alright. “I’m Watanuki Kimihiro, by the way. What’s your name?”