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middaeg2019-10-24 12:37 am
notawriter) wrote in middaeg2019-10-24 12:37 am
Tearing paper from your notebook and rewriting the whole thing from scratch.
Who: Oda Sakunosuke and YOU!
When: Mid-October and onward.
Where: The Looking-Glass House and around Aefenglom.
What: Oda and Dazai disappear from Aefenglom, but only Oda returns, and he has no memories of ever being here.
OOC Notes: I'll be playing Oda as if he'd never been in Aefenglom before and has never experienced the dreams (TDM) to begin with. Your character(s) are welcome to recognize and mention him as well as Dazai, but I politely ask to retcon anything regarding Oda and Dazai's in-game relationship. Feel free to PM this account or hit me up on Plurk (artillerate) or on Discord (inscrutable#0329) if you have any questions whatsoever. Thanks for your understanding.
[I want to eat curry…
It wasn't long before his senses dulled and faded before death closed in around Oda, enveloping him in dark nothingness. He can't say how much or little time had passed before something suddenly appeared—a glint of light somewhere in the distance. Perhaps some moments after, Oda noticed movement that was slow in the way a person moves when their body has been stiff and unmoving for some period of time. Somewhere nearby, Oda heard a silence that was more deafening than thunder. Things went on like so until Oda realized he felt his own body moving step by small and plodding step toward the faraway twinkle from earlier.
When he finally reaches what first appeared as a gleaming light, Oda is faced with a mirror. First, his own emotionless reflection seems to stare back at him from beyond a gun barrel. Then, there are several pairs of eyes desperately pleading for salvation before a fiery burst blows Oda backward and erupts into an all-consuming inferno. He gasps, reaching out to the remnants of the burning vehicle—
—and touching the surface of that same mirror set before him. Where Oda had once been surrounded in darkness, he's now in an old, dimly-lit room. Framing the mirror before him are faces: on one side Kousuke, Katsumi, Yu, Shinji, and Sakura; on the other, the handsome yet expressionless Gide. For some time, Oda stands and studies the whole of the mirror. Already, his eyes feel strained and tired, his mouth feels dry like picked cotton, and his hand curls into a tight fist as his heart feels a heavy, burdensome weight.
Finally, he draws his hand back from the glass's surface.]
People exist to save themselves, huh…
SEARCHING FOR A REASON
[There once was a time when Oda dreamed of the day he'd quit the Port Mafia and sit down at a desk in a room where he could see the sea. He'd throw the gun aside, and only have pen and paper.
He dreamed of the day he'd become a writer.
Of course, that all came to a close, paving the only way left for him to go—to the world that Gide and his army sought. Everything ended after that, or so Oda had expected. He'd much rather have returned in a hell where he could hunt that man down for eternity. Instead, he's here. No orphans, no Gide... nothing.
It isn't long before Oda discovers there's a harbor and goes to see it for himself.
Aefenglom's harbor isn't quite as lovely as that in Yokohama. Nor is it like the room from his dreams of becoming a writer. The wind certainly carries the scent of salt and seawater, but along with it comes some foul stenches from sailors and other dirty sea stink. The harbor isn't completely rundown, but it seems a place that's sort of fitting for a mafia grunt.
Perhaps you're nearby where Oda can see you from the corner of his eye.]
So, do you live around here, by any chance?
[It's said that there are both jobs and homes available in The Haven. While still unsure of exactly what to do at this point in time, Oda wants to put himself to use at the very least. Maybe he'll come up with his reason while keeping busy. Having been a mafia grunt, he isn't averse to many jobs, so he's likely to find work with some degree of ease.
Should he take up free housing? Should he house on his own or with others?
Perhaps he'll get all that straightened out later. For now, it might be best to look into some opportunities. He looks out at the buildings and shops lining the road laid out before him.
He sighs and rubs the back of his head.]
...Where do I even begin? [He glances at the closest building to him.] Might as well take it from square one.
c. wildcard
When: Mid-October and onward.
Where: The Looking-Glass House and around Aefenglom.
What: Oda and Dazai disappear from Aefenglom, but only Oda returns, and he has no memories of ever being here.
OOC Notes: I'll be playing Oda as if he'd never been in Aefenglom before and has never experienced the dreams (TDM) to begin with. Your character(s) are welcome to recognize and mention him as well as Dazai, but I politely ask to retcon anything regarding Oda and Dazai's in-game relationship. Feel free to PM this account or hit me up on Plurk (artillerate) or on Discord (inscrutable#0329) if you have any questions whatsoever. Thanks for your understanding.
THE LOOKING-GLASS HOUSE AND WELCOME WAGON
[I want to eat curry…
It wasn't long before his senses dulled and faded before death closed in around Oda, enveloping him in dark nothingness. He can't say how much or little time had passed before something suddenly appeared—a glint of light somewhere in the distance. Perhaps some moments after, Oda noticed movement that was slow in the way a person moves when their body has been stiff and unmoving for some period of time. Somewhere nearby, Oda heard a silence that was more deafening than thunder. Things went on like so until Oda realized he felt his own body moving step by small and plodding step toward the faraway twinkle from earlier.
When he finally reaches what first appeared as a gleaming light, Oda is faced with a mirror. First, his own emotionless reflection seems to stare back at him from beyond a gun barrel. Then, there are several pairs of eyes desperately pleading for salvation before a fiery burst blows Oda backward and erupts into an all-consuming inferno. He gasps, reaching out to the remnants of the burning vehicle—
—and touching the surface of that same mirror set before him. Where Oda had once been surrounded in darkness, he's now in an old, dimly-lit room. Framing the mirror before him are faces: on one side Kousuke, Katsumi, Yu, Shinji, and Sakura; on the other, the handsome yet expressionless Gide. For some time, Oda stands and studies the whole of the mirror. Already, his eyes feel strained and tired, his mouth feels dry like picked cotton, and his hand curls into a tight fist as his heart feels a heavy, burdensome weight.
Finally, he draws his hand back from the glass's surface.]
People exist to save themselves, huh…
SEARCHING FOR A REASON
a. the dream of a cottage by the sea
[There once was a time when Oda dreamed of the day he'd quit the Port Mafia and sit down at a desk in a room where he could see the sea. He'd throw the gun aside, and only have pen and paper.
He dreamed of the day he'd become a writer.
Of course, that all came to a close, paving the only way left for him to go—to the world that Gide and his army sought. Everything ended after that, or so Oda had expected. He'd much rather have returned in a hell where he could hunt that man down for eternity. Instead, he's here. No orphans, no Gide... nothing.
It isn't long before Oda discovers there's a harbor and goes to see it for himself.
Aefenglom's harbor isn't quite as lovely as that in Yokohama. Nor is it like the room from his dreams of becoming a writer. The wind certainly carries the scent of salt and seawater, but along with it comes some foul stenches from sailors and other dirty sea stink. The harbor isn't completely rundown, but it seems a place that's sort of fitting for a mafia grunt.
Perhaps you're nearby where Oda can see you from the corner of his eye.]
So, do you live around here, by any chance?
b. refuge
[It's said that there are both jobs and homes available in The Haven. While still unsure of exactly what to do at this point in time, Oda wants to put himself to use at the very least. Maybe he'll come up with his reason while keeping busy. Having been a mafia grunt, he isn't averse to many jobs, so he's likely to find work with some degree of ease.
Should he take up free housing? Should he house on his own or with others?
Perhaps he'll get all that straightened out later. For now, it might be best to look into some opportunities. He looks out at the buildings and shops lining the road laid out before him.
He sighs and rubs the back of his head.]
...Where do I even begin? [He glances at the closest building to him.] Might as well take it from square one.
c. wildcard
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Ah, a room with four walls is always a good baseline. [He wouldn't have a problem making use of public facilities like restrooms and showers or bathhouses if available.] And I think I can get someplace provided by the people managing whoever came from the mirrors...
So more than that, I'm looking for work.
[A hedgehog, maybe? No, those are too prickly. Maybe this guy is more like a squirrel...
Oda continues to study the other man.]
What's your line of work, anyway?
no subject
Work? Ah, right!
[ flat thinks about it for a moment, thinking about what answer to give the man. ]
I'm a student! Both in my world and in the Coven. Although there's a bunch of things that people here need done. I also got here just this month, so I don't really know much, but hey, if there's anything you can do, you can probably make it into a job!
[ he tilts his head up at him ] So what can you do?
no subject
I'm a handyman. [Once, he was a handyman of the mafia. There's no reason he can't be one in general.] I can do all kinds of menial tasks no one is interested in doing.
[He wants to become a writer, but with his memories of losing the orphans and killing Gide still so fresh and weighing so heavily on him, he doesn't feel he has the right to.]
Including security enforcement, third-party arbitration, and cleanup or disposal. But not limited to those things, of course.
no subject
[ however...he gives oda a quizzical look, as if trying to study him for a moment. ]
But it's because no one wants to do it. And if that's the case, then are you doing it because you want to do it or because that's all you've ever done and don't know what else to do? Because you could probably do something else, you know? Branch out maybe. Bake bread, for example or sell fake potions like half of the people here do. Unless you do like picking up trash, which in that case, have fun!
no subject
Branch out, eh? There's a world of a difference between baking bread and selling fake potions—are the fake potions here like the fake dietary supplements back where he's from? The kinds that guarantee people will lose 10 kilograms in two weeks? Then again, in a place like this where there's magic brewing, they might have those sorts and more.
As Oda's thoughts get away from him,] I'll consider that. Looking into something other than working with trash.
[Anyway, this guy said that he's new in town, too.]
So you said you're student both here and back where you're from—I'm guessing you're a witch here, and that you're studying magic? Were you studying magic back where you're from, too?
no subject
upon being asked about his status and what he does, he nods though, excited. ]
That's right! Ah, but this magic is a lot different than the magecraft back home. Technically I shouldn't even tell you, but it doesn't really matter now, does it? Almost nothing really applies here. Still, that makes it kind of fun--learning new things and stuff.
[ he grins up at the man, and realizes that he should introduce himself, perhaps. ]
Well, my name's Flat Escardos! What about you, stranger? What's your name?
no subject
[This Flat Escardos may be on to something about some things from their former worlds not applying.
Only some things, of course.]
Since you brought it up, mind if I ask the difference between this world's magic and your magecraft? [It's not as if that knowledge affects Oda, but why not ask anyway? Another world, another life, another story.]
no subject
[ explaining has always been his biggest weakness. sure, he knows when something is different or wrong by instinct alone, but he's not sure how to express those instincts in a way that others understand. ]
Maybe something like...okay, like when you're used to driving automatic transmission cars all your life, and then suddenly you're in a place that only has stick shift cars but you've never driven that. Kind of like that.
no subject
...I think I sort of get it. So then you're kind of starting over with magic in a place like this?
no subject
[ was that a compliment or an insult? in flat's head, this was definitely a compliment--he's glad to see that oda's keeping up with him! ]
It's a bit strange and complicated, having to start over, but there's some fun in it too, don't you think? I'd say it's not half bad at all! Ah, but you can only learn magic if you're a 'witch', apparently. If you're a 'monster' then I think you can't-- so what are you?
no subject
Surely he's looked for... peace... and perhaps for comfort as well whenever he'd gone to Bar Lupin thinking he might see either Dazai or Ango. In visiting the orphans, he may have been seeking assurance and possibly some measure of guidance as well. But fun always seemed like one of life's bonuses—compliments to Oda's hard work.
But those times are gone in a place that isn't here. Oda can connect with how strange and complicated it is to start over, but fun wasn't quite any of the words that came to mind to describe it.]
Ah, from the magic test I did after getting here, I'm a monster. So I can't study or do magic the same way a witch like you can. [He appears somewhat contemplative as he speaks, though.] It's said that monsters have some sort of magic traits themselves, so I wonder if there's a way monsters can actively use magic as well.
[If not, that's certainly nothing new to Oda. Flawless was a gifted ability that was triggered by danger; it wasn't something Oda could choose to activate at any given time.]
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[ flat perks up when oda says that, like the light bulb turned on in his head. this does not necessarily mean that whatever idea he has is good, though. ]
My friend, Waver, he's a monster as well. He's part dog--or a wolf? Either way, he studies magic too, so you should definitely speak with him! He'll help you out!