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001 🐇 Fayren and Phones
[A] Action - Goodbye phone.
[Ever since getting it, Kenshin has paid very little attention to the phone currently in his hands. It's a glass and metal box, as far as he's concerned and he has little interest in learning how to use it. He's still got it in his hands when he moves to stand up from the cafe table he'd been seated at, and then decides to blatantly put it down and walk away from it.
Uh, considering that getting a replacement would take some work, it might be a good idea to stop him. Someone? Anyone?]
[B] Action - Fayren
[Kenshin has, in his time here, gotten to explore at least a small amount of all of the cities. He found himself the most overwhelmed in Nova, but on the flip side, Fayren (despite its fantastical elements) makes him feel the most at ease. It's a much easier area to feel comfortable in considering the similar tech levels and atmosphere overall. So, even though he still lives in the starter apartment he'd managed to find since arriving, he spends most of his time here in Fayren.
At the moment, he has a small sack of groceries dangled in one hand, his other arm tucked into the top of his clothes, his sword still ever present on his hip. While his gaze is seemingly focused elsewhere, he manages to move out of the way of people coming in his direction without much thought. Eventually, he comes to a stop in front of an oddly japanese looking inn of some sort. Ah.
He pauses, then turns to someone nearby.]
Do you know the name of this inn?
[Ever since getting it, Kenshin has paid very little attention to the phone currently in his hands. It's a glass and metal box, as far as he's concerned and he has little interest in learning how to use it. He's still got it in his hands when he moves to stand up from the cafe table he'd been seated at, and then decides to blatantly put it down and walk away from it.
Uh, considering that getting a replacement would take some work, it might be a good idea to stop him. Someone? Anyone?]
[B] Action - Fayren
[Kenshin has, in his time here, gotten to explore at least a small amount of all of the cities. He found himself the most overwhelmed in Nova, but on the flip side, Fayren (despite its fantastical elements) makes him feel the most at ease. It's a much easier area to feel comfortable in considering the similar tech levels and atmosphere overall. So, even though he still lives in the starter apartment he'd managed to find since arriving, he spends most of his time here in Fayren.
At the moment, he has a small sack of groceries dangled in one hand, his other arm tucked into the top of his clothes, his sword still ever present on his hip. While his gaze is seemingly focused elsewhere, he manages to move out of the way of people coming in his direction without much thought. Eventually, he comes to a stop in front of an oddly japanese looking inn of some sort. Ah.
He pauses, then turns to someone nearby.]
Do you know the name of this inn?
[Action, Fayren]
[The added blessing of being allowed to stay here went without saying. She would have been willing to sleep in a closet just to be in an area where she felt comfortable and safe.]
[She was coming down the main entryway to return to the tavern she was thankfully not going to be calling home to check out and give her notice (shortest employment ever? possibly...) when she caught a glimpse of red hair ahead of her. She did not start the way she had the last few times though. Red hair seemed to be shockingly common here. She'd met or seen at least half a dozen redheads since her arrival, though she hadn't made a fool out of herself but once with Shirou Emiya.]
[However, as she focused a bit more she noted that this hair was the right shade of red... the right length... and the owner was wearing kimono and hakama...]
[She stopped entirely for a moment, focusing harder. It could be... the kimono was the wrong color, she couldn't recall him wearing red--and his hair was tied at the base of his neck instead of his normal top knot, but...]
[Tomoe winced as something seemed to lance through her left temple, so much that her eyes started to water. She lifted her hand to her head and shook it. The pain was short-lived, leaving a bit of an ache in its wake along with a dull ringing. What was that? She wasn't prone to headaches, especially not sudden ones. She shook her head again and focused on the figure again.]
[It could be... he was even the right height. Her heartbeat sped up--as did the strange whine in her head--and she moved again, hurrying toward the gate and the figure who she was almost certain was her husband.]
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It was then that he turned, almost in slow motion, towards the direction of the person approaching him from behind. In the same moment, violent eyes widened. Standing in front of him, almost looking like she was about to faint, was a woman who was the spitting image of Tomoe. Something in Kenshin's chest hitched uncomfortably high in his throat and for a moment he found it a little hard to breath. But when he saw her stumble, almost like she was going to fall he moved without thinking.
In the span of moments, he reached out and steadied her, his startled, bewildered expression fixed on the face of the woman he knew was dead. He couldn't find his words yet, and his groceries now sat on the ground where the two stood.]
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Anata-- [She started, lifting here eyes to his.] I'm so relieved...
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His hands move from her shoulders at once, pulling her into a strong embrace, his fingers curling into the fabric of the kimono she's wearing. He'd met her gaze before this, but he breaks it in order to pull her as close as possible to himself.]
Tomoe. This one is sorry to have worried you.
[He releases the hug again after a moment to pull back and take in her face and all of its features. There's no doubting just how real she is, when he can still remember every feature on her face and it's all here and real. Despite his shock, confusion and myriad of mixed emotions he manages a small, sedate smile.]
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No--it is this place--I thought I was alone... [Something wasn't right... That humming whine wouldn't stop and she winced against it as he pulled back again] How long have you been here...?
['This one'... sessha]
[Her brows drew a bit as she realized it, looking at him as he drew back again--and then she was able to see what else was wrong. He was taller--not by much, but just enough for her to notice, his hair was unkempt and almost shaggy besides being tied low. His clothing was old and worn--threadbare in places. There were the finest lines around his eyes and his cheek...]
What happened to--? [She started to raise her hand to his face, her fingers hovering just before the scar on his cheek--except that even that wasn't right. There was a second scar crossing over the first, and as her fingers came close to touching it white-hot pain lanced through her temple again, so much so that she cried out a little, her other hand shooting to up to her head again.]
short >:[
Tomoe...? [There's concern in his voice, mixed with an air of alarm.] You should sit. [He's going to guide her to a bench outside of the inn she'd stepped out of, settling down beside her in almost the same fluid movement. She'd asked him a question, or two, but right now, his priority was on how unwell it seemed she was feeling.]
What's wrong?
I WILL MAKE UP FOR THAT 8D
[Enishi’s words chilled her to the bone and she froze, her head partially raised, staring through Kenshin’s chest, her eyes widening as her surroundings seemed to fall away with the memory. The Yaminobu had made their move... They sent her brother to her as a contact to set everything in motion.]
"Why go looking for a weakness that may or may not exist," [she mumbled the words as they were dredged up, not even aware she was repeating them] "when it is far easier to create one?"
[Her breath became quick and shallow, eyes widening even further, staring blindly out in front of her. Tatsumi and Kenshin had been fighting outside the shack in the clearing. She'd gone to try to stop the plot from occurring at all and instead had drawn him directly into the trap...]
[And so she had...]
[She had...]
"This is the way it should be... so please don't cry..."
[She barely even heard her own voice, one hand moving to touch her shoulder as the scene played out... and that last image of Kenshin, tears and blood staining his face, blazed in her mind--blood from the cut her own blade had made as she fell. She took in a ragged gasp, her hand shakily moving to cover her mouth]
Oh god, what have I done...? [She felt the telltale prickle of tears behind her eyes] What have I done... [Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she raised her eyes to Kenshin, the horror of everything beginning to sink in and fit together. She reached out to his face--to the scar.]
I’m sorry... Kenshin, I’m so sorry... I'm sorry... [The phrase continued to tumble from her lips without her even recognizing that she was continuing to say it.]
[So that was what had happened to her memory. She had read it somewhere in the past few weeks--that the mind would protect itself from traumas it couldn’t handle by blocking it out--and for her it had been the memory of her own death.]
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Don't... [The words are whispered against the hair atop her head even as she mutters the same apology over and over again. Kenshin simply pulls her close, uncertain how best to help otherwise. Tomoe had always been calm, stoic even. This level of emotion, full of regret and what he can only assume was fear and sadness was alarming, and he did the only think he knew to -- he held her. If anyone decided to stare because of the scene they were stared at firmly, eyes watching them until they scampered off to mind their own business.]
...It was not your fault. Please, Tomoe. [something sharp radiates from his chest, a pain he wasn't sure how to really react to. But somehow, having Tomoe physically here, in front of him seemed to be easing the pain a little.]
Try to breathe.
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But it was--it was my fault from the beginning...
[Her hands twisted into the front of his kimono. God but she didn't deserve this, didn't deserve his comfort--did he not realize what she was?]
I was one of them! I was supposed to learn your weaknesses but--
[She had never felt her age more than in that moment. Most of her life she carried herself with a maturity at least a decade ahead of her time--but in this she felt the greenness of her meager nineteen years. She had been so stupid. She shook her head, her thoughts too disorganized.]
--I went to try to stop it. I went to lie to them. I never meant to draw you there...
[Action - A]
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Aah, this one does not know how to use it, anyway. [if his friends are here, they probably wouldn't understand it either.]
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[Gellert turns the phone so the other man can see the screen.]
If you should find yourself in danger, all it takes is a press of a button and you can send for help or warn others not to approach.
action - A
Hey! Mr. Japanese sir!
[Um, yeah. Best way to get his response. Bridget waved the device as he approached him. This guy sure reminded Bridget of home... some of his favorite Japanese people. Have one petite, and tall, nun.]
You forgot this.
[B] Action - Fayren
Mavis simply smiles and nods.] Amatsu. [She looks at it for a bit.] It's nice, isn't it? Well, not as nice as Fairy Haven, of course, [Smug guild master is smug.] but still.