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(Yelling at muse starter: take this however you’d like :). Sorry for cursing, btw- Stick.) “For fuck’s sake Fujioka!” Ikuo turned to face Makoto after dragging him a block away from the scene of the disaster, “How many times do I have to tell you you aren’t ready to heroically jump to the rescue before you will fucking listen to me? They would have broken every bone in your body, at best!”
(Oh Ikuo! I love you already XD )“But I couldn’t wait!” Makoto retorted timidly. “By the time you would have gotten there, they would’ve done…things to that girl! I couldn’t stand there and watch. Besides…” Makoto stuttered, looking away at his more experienced street-fighting peer. “I didn’t even fight them. I-I led them to the police station, where they kind of…you know, landed a few punches here and there…?”
“Oh, I see. Yes that certainly makes it better. Oh hello big scary men I am a little rabbit won’t you come and beat the shit out of me? Yes of course. Using yourself as bait WITH NO BACKUP is so much smarter than fighting them outright. What did you do, throw an egg to get their attention? This isn’t the movies Fujioka! I don’t care how fucking fast you can fucking run, a car will always be fucking faster!”
He ran out of breath and heaved silently for a moment, face flushed and knuckles white from clenching.
Normally, he’d back down, apologizing for his rashness, but this time, Makoto refused to. He knew exactly how it felt to be in the victim’s place. Plus…for once, his ‘running’ skills actually helped someone, for once. “It wasn’t even that far away! And apparently, according to you, I don’t even have a brain- I kept away from the edge of the sidewalk just so they wouldn’t be able to grab me! What would you have done? Watch, wait for the police, and let them grab at her like some toy?”
Ikuo was taken a back, but his surprise froze as anger and hurt at the rebuke. He stared into Makoto’s eyes for a good minute before answering.
"No. I would go for the jugular.”
He whipped around and took off at a brisk limp. Only four against one in his rescue and one of the asses had still managed to pistol whip his shin hard enough to affect his gait. Ikuo cursed his failing, stopped, and tore a strip from the bottom of his shirt. He thrust the rag behind him for Makoto to take.
“Press this against your forehead. It’s bleeding.”
He blinked, not expecting Ikuo to actually relent like that. At the same time, it didn’t mean his anger had exactly faded. He caught the rag just as Ikuo let go of it. “Thank you…” Anger should never get in the way of manners.
As he pressed the rag against his forehead, he winced- it stung. He didn’t miss Ikuo stumble either. Hopping off other bench they had escaped to, Makoto caught up with Ikuo, forcing the boy to put his arm around Makoto’s neck.
“Lean on me.” Makoto murmured impassively. “It’ll be easier that way; we should probably get back to the school…”
Ikuo shook his head and gently removed Makoto’s arm.
“No, you go on ahead. If you see anything that needs fixing, for the love of God, call Ami. I have to go finish what I was in the middle of earlier.”
He forced his face to remain stony and cursed himself for not being as stoic as Makoto. Sure, he was always cast as the level headed guy, but he’d lost it. Blown it. If Fujioka hated him, maybe the kid would finally start looking out for his own safety, even if it was out of spite.
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Gender Bender: Muse is the opposite gender for ___.
Sight: Muse is blind for ___
Hearing: Muse is deaf for ___
Ariel: Muse doesn’t have a tongue for ___
Memory: Muse cannot remember anything for ___
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Fear: Muse will be terrified by something or someone (anon specifies who) for ___
Gemini: Muse will split into two different versions of themselves for ___
Basket: Muse finds a baby in a basket and has to take care of it for ___
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Cough: Muse will be ill for 14 Hours
Remember: Muse will suffer Memory Loss for 4 Days
Gas: Muse will have hallucinogenic imaginary sights for one day.
Beer: Muse will talk like a Drunk and hit on everybody, lasts 3 Hours
Host: Muse will be a Gentleman/Lady for 34 Hours
Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours
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Alarm: Muse keeps hearing an alarm go off but cannot figure out where for the next 18 hours
AU: Muse is stuck in an Alternate Universe with little recollection of their own universe for a whole week
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Mother: Muse suspects everyone has insulted their mother for 4 hours
Thin Ice: Muse strays onto thin ice and falls through unless saved. (Mun chooses whether they live or die)
High Tide: Muse is trapped in a cave with water that will fill it in 4 hours.
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Crawling Bugs: Muse becomes paranoid of bugs crawling on his/her skin and keeps hallucinating that there are bugs crawling on them.
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RP Starter
The blonde boy received the book back from Makoto and tucked it under his arm. He also turned back to the girl and pushed the red head aside after he helped her to her feet. Before she could react, the boy had seized her arm again and, with a sickening ‘pop’ snapped it back into place. He took off up the stairs then paused and turned to Makoto.
“Thanks.” He grunted, then disappeared behind the corner.
The girl had not gotten the chance to answer Makoto, and, after her arm was un-dislocated, whipped her head back in the sudden surge of pain it brought. As she did, her entire head of black hair came loose and fell into Makoto’s hands.
“Oh. Oops,” her voice suddenly dropped a few octaves, “ I’m Mori, Ami. Nice to meet you!”
The shove didn’t bother him; Makoto was more that used to that kind of treatment. Years and years of bullying did that to him. But if that didn’t make him cringe, then the boy relocating the girl’s shoulder did. Makoto paled when he heard the sickening crack.
Patiently, he waited for the girl to get to her feet again, expecting a rather over-the-top response. And then that happened.
The wig landed in his hands and his brain froze. Wait…what? Not that he had a problem with wigs, but then the girl (?) spoke octaves lower and his eyes bulged in alarm.
“Uh…hi.” He started off, disoriented, “Nice to meet you, M-Mori-san…I’m Makoto…Fujioka…uh…” He glanced down at the wig and then at Kaede, bewildered. “Are you a…crossdresser…?”
Ami’s eyebrows jumped into his wet bangs and he threw his head back laughing.
“Haha! Aw man, your face!! you hah Ahee-youch! Wha wazzat for?!”Kaede had flicked him in the forehead: right in the middle. She faced him down, with her nose nearly touching his
“All things considered, it was a perfectly valid question. So quit laughing an answer it, hm?”
He stepped back and rubbed his forehead, pouting, “Geez. No, not normally,” he brightened, turning to Makoto, “Why, are you?”
Flinching from the sudden noise that came from Ami, Makoto couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that Ami had come to his defense. He shook his head. “No…well-my mom used to dress me up as one when I was little, but no, I really don’t. Not that that’s a bad thing really. I just don’t find it appealling myself.”
He held the wet wig (which he considered holding at an arm’s length now) out for Ami to take again. He winced when the wet tips brushed against his shoes. “Uh..was there some other reason you were then…wearing this wig?”
Ami took the wig and tucked it under his arm. “yeah, I was trying to be stealthy but I guess Icky figured it out. He probably maybe might not have popped my arm off if he thought I was a pretty girl~,”
The bell rang for the start of class.
“Crap, I’ve gotta change! See you later Fuji-kun, and thanks for coming to my defense!~” he ran off daintily, skirt fluttering.
Kaede couldn’t help watching him go. She admittedly had a thing for guys in skirts and dresses. She couldn’t help it.
“Oh yeah, we’d better get to class."
"R-Right…” Makoto trailed off, still staring apprehensively at Ami running down the hall in a skirt. Were all the people in this school like this? He really hoped not. Then suddenly, he stiffened, realizing Ami wasn’t the only one late to class.
“Wait, we’re also late then!” He spluttered and quickly, grabbed Kaede by the wrist to drag her down the hallway. “Come on, we’re gonna get in trouble if we don’t hurry!”
The two of them scurried to their homeroom and slid in just as Sensei got to Makoto’s name in the role.
“Oh, there you are Fujioka, I was wondering whether you two got lost. Just grab the seats with your name cards. Alright, Furoku, Mei?”
He continued on with role call. The desks were randomly assigned, and Makoto’s was next to that of a girl in a pale yellow hoodie. She was making faces at Kaede who only shrugged and twiddled her pencil in response.
For a second there, Makoto thought the girl in the yellow hoodie was making faces at him. Had he already done something to offend her? Catching her eye, he pointed at himself questioningly before following her gaze. To Kaede.
Ah. Well, that made sense. Flushed with embarrassment, Makoto grabbed his astronomy book out of his book to read, while Chapman-Sensei continued roll-call. Sorry, he mouthed to his desk neighbor.
She saw his silent apology and stiffened awkwardly. Not at the apology, per say, but more so at the flaming red hair stuck to his skull. She’d never seen a natural redhead before.
“Uh. It’s ok.” she squeaked and pulled the strings of her hoodie to enclose herself in a scrunched cave. Not before she sneaked a peek at his name on the desk, however. Fujioka Makoto…
Jikki tentatively mentally added him to the “cutie” section of her “guys I know” list.
Still blushing from mortification, Makoto stiffened when he realized he must’ve made the girl awkward. Good going there Makoto! And it’s only the first day of school too! Burying his head into his astronomy book, he refused to look anyone in the eye, especially the girl in the yellow hoodie. He was half attempted to ask to go to the bathroom to calm himself.
But then that would mean drawing attention to himself, which was something Makoto really didn’t want at the moment. Unfortunately, he got some anyways. “Something wrong, you two?”
Jumping out of his seat, Makoto was startled to see Chapman-Sensei smiling above him- the teacher had heard the entire exchange.
Jikki looked up at the teacher and pulled her hoodie down,straightening her hair with clunky fingers.
“Ah, no sir. Sorry,” she noticed Makoto’s book slide off the table while he wasn’t looking and land with a thud, “I’ll get it…"
Jikki scooched her chair over adn bent over to lift the heavy text. Looking away from his face, she held it out to Makoto as a peace offering.
"Here… sorry I didn’t catch it before it fell…”
“Sorry I’m late, sir!” A familiar looking boy slammed open the door and bowed exuberantly to Chapman sensei, nearly knocking off his glasses which had not been on earlier, “Mori, Ami at your service!”
On a hunch, Kaede, who had been watching Jii and Makoto interact with curiosity, glanced at the name plate for her desk partner. Mori Ami. Surprise surprise.
(Yelling at muse starter: take this however you’d like :). Sorry for cursing, btw- Stick.) “For fuck’s sake Fujioka!” Ikuo turned to face Makoto after dragging him a block away from the scene of the disaster, “How many times do I have to tell you you aren’t ready to heroically jump to the rescue before you will fucking listen to me? They would have broken every bone in your body, at best!”
(Oh Ikuo! I love you already XD )“But I couldn’t wait!” Makoto retorted timidly. “By the time you would have gotten there, they would’ve done…things to that girl! I couldn’t stand there and watch. Besides…” Makoto stuttered, looking away at his more experienced street-fighting peer. “I didn’t even fight them. I-I led them to the police station, where they kind of…you know, landed a few punches here and there…?”
“Oh, I see. Yes that certainly makes it better. Oh hello big scary men I am a little rabbit won’t you come and beat the shit out of me? Yes of course. Using yourself as bait WITH NO BACKUP is so much smarter than fighting them outright. What did you do, throw an egg to get their attention? This isn’t the movies Fujioka! I don’t care how fucking fast you can fucking run, a car will always be fucking faster!”
He ran out of breath and heaved silently for a moment, face flushed and knuckles white from clenching.
Normally, he’d back down, apologizing for his rashness, but this time, Makoto refused to. He knew exactly how it felt to be in the victim’s place. Plus…for once, his ‘running’ skills actually helped someone, for once. “It wasn’t even that far away! And apparently, according to you, I don’t even have a brain- I kept away from the edge of the sidewalk just so they wouldn’t be able to grab me! What would you have done? Watch, wait for the police, and let them grab at her like some toy?”
Ikuo was taken a back, but his surprise froze as anger and hurt at the rebuke. He stared into Makoto’s eyes for a good minute before answering.
"No. I would go for the jugular.”
He whipped around and took off at a brisk limp. Only four against one in his rescue and one of the asses had still managed to pistol whip his shin hard enough to affect his gait. Ikuo cursed his failing, stopped, and tore a strip from the bottom of his shirt. He thrust the rag behind him for Makoto to take.
“Press this against your forehead. It’s bleeding.”
(Yelling at muse starter: take this however you’d like :). Sorry for cursing, btw- Stick.) “For fuck’s sake Fujioka!” Ikuo turned to face Makoto after dragging him a block away from the scene of the disaster, “How many times do I have to tell you you aren’t ready to heroically jump to the rescue before you will fucking listen to me? They would have broken every bone in your body, at best!”
(Oh Ikuo! I love you already XD )“But I couldn’t wait!” Makoto retorted timidly. “By the time you would have gotten there, they would’ve done…things to that girl! I couldn’t stand there and watch. Besides…” Makoto stuttered, looking away at his more experienced street-fighting peer. “I didn’t even fight them. I-I led them to the police station, where they kind of…you know, landed a few punches here and there…?”
“Oh, I see. Yes that certainly makes it better. Oh hello big scary men I am a little rabbit won’t you come and beat the shit out of me? Yes of course. Using yourself as bait WITH NO BACKUP is so much smarter than fighting them outright. What did you do, throw an egg to get their attention? This isn’t the movies Fujioka! I don’t care how fucking fast you can fucking run, a car will always be fucking faster!"
He ran out of breath and heaved silently for a moment, face flushed and knuckles white from clenching.
RP Starter
The blonde boy received the book back from Makoto and tucked it under his arm. He also turned back to the girl and pushed the red head aside after he helped her to her feet. Before she could react, the boy had seized her arm again and, with a sickening ‘pop’ snapped it back into place. He took off up the stairs then paused and turned to Makoto.
“Thanks.” He grunted, then disappeared behind the corner.
The girl had not gotten the chance to answer Makoto, and, after her arm was un-dislocated, whipped her head back in the sudden surge of pain it brought. As she did, her entire head of black hair came loose and fell into Makoto’s hands.
“Oh. Oops,” her voice suddenly dropped a few octaves, “ I’m Mori, Ami. Nice to meet you!”
The shove didn’t bother him; Makoto was more that used to that kind of treatment. Years and years of bullying did that to him. But if that didn’t make him cringe, then the boy relocating the girl’s shoulder did. Makoto paled when he heard the sickening crack.
Patiently, he waited for the girl to get to her feet again, expecting a rather over-the-top response. And then that happened.
The wig landed in his hands and his brain froze. Wait…what? Not that he had a problem with wigs, but then the girl (?) spoke octaves lower and his eyes bulged in alarm.
“Uh…hi.” He started off, disoriented, “Nice to meet you, M-Mori-san…I’m Makoto…Fujioka…uh…” He glanced down at the wig and then at Kaede, bewildered. “Are you a…crossdresser…?”
Ami’s eyebrows jumped into his wet bangs and he threw his head back laughing.
“Haha! Aw man, your face!! you hah Ahee-youch! Wha wazzat for?!”Kaede had flicked him in the forehead: right in the middle. She faced him down, with her nose nearly touching his
“All things considered, it was a perfectly valid question. So quit laughing an answer it, hm?”
He stepped back and rubbed his forehead, pouting, “Geez. No, not normally,” he brightened, turning to Makoto, “Why, are you?”
Flinching from the sudden noise that came from Ami, Makoto couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that Ami had come to his defense. He shook his head. “No…well-my mom used to dress me up as one when I was little, but no, I really don’t. Not that that’s a bad thing really. I just don’t find it appealling myself.”
He held the wet wig (which he considered holding at an arm’s length now) out for Ami to take again. He winced when the wet tips brushed against his shoes. “Uh..was there some other reason you were then…wearing this wig?”
Ami took the wig and tucked it under his arm. “yeah, I was trying to be stealthy but I guess Icky figured it out. He probably maybe might not have popped my arm off if he thought I was a pretty girl~,”
The bell rang for the start of class.
“Crap, I’ve gotta change! See you later Fuji-kun, and thanks for coming to my defense!~” he ran off daintily, skirt fluttering.
Kaede couldn’t help watching him go. She admittedly had a thing for guys in skirts and dresses. She couldn’t help it.
“Oh yeah, we’d better get to class."
"R-Right…” Makoto trailed off, still staring apprehensively at Ami running down the hall in a skirt. Were all the people in this school like this? He really hoped not. Then suddenly, he stiffened, realizing Ami wasn’t the only one late to class.
“Wait, we’re also late then!” He spluttered and quickly, grabbed Kaede by the wrist to drag her down the hallway. “Come on, we’re gonna get in trouble if we don’t hurry!”
The two of them scurried to their homeroom and slid in just as Sensei got to Makoto’s name in the role.
“Oh, there you are Fujioka, I was wondering whether you two got lost. Just grab the seats with your name cards. Alright, Furoku, Mei?”
He continued on with role call. The desks were randomly assigned, and Makoto’s was next to that of a girl in a pale yellow hoodie. She was making faces at Kaede who only shrugged and twiddled her pencil in response.
For a second there, Makoto thought the girl in the yellow hoodie was making faces at him. Had he already done something to offend her? Catching her eye, he pointed at himself questioningly before following her gaze. To Kaede.
Ah. Well, that made sense. Flushed with embarrassment, Makoto grabbed his astronomy book out of his book to read, while Chapman-Sensei continued roll-call. Sorry, he mouthed to his desk neighbor.
She saw his silent apology and stiffened awkwardly. Not at the apology, per say, but more so at the flaming red hair stuck to his skull. She’d never seen a natural redhead before.
“Uh. It’s ok.” she squeaked and pulled the strings of her hoodie to enclose herself in a scrunched cave. Not before she sneaked a peek at his name on the desk, however. Fujioka Makoto…
Jikki tentatively mentally added him to the “cutie” section of her “guys I know” list.
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9. My muse must abandon yours, to protect them. This is how my muse says goodbye.
Tsukasa pat the girl, who was barely a woman, on the head.The time had come. Too long, she had stayed here. Staying here any longer would only bring more of Lumen’s attention to her and those around her.
She was dangerous and no one, especially the kid, deserved to be in constant danger.
“I’ve got something for you,” She said quietly before shrugging her leather jacket off. She draped it around the youngster’s shoulders. “Keep it, okay?” She smiled grimly. “It’s yours now.”
Seven years.
Seven years since Tsukasa had left Kaede. Although technically, Tsukasa had been in the city multiple times before, many to check up on Kaede without the student’s knowing.
Letting the student know would’ve been dangerous.
Not anymore.
They were gone, finally and Tsukasa was free to do whatever. And instead of going back home to see Keiko, Tsukasa decided to come here. to check up on Kaede; whether Tsukasa wanted Kaede knowing her teacher has returned, Tsukasa wasn’t too sure.
Tsukasa watched the girl with the eye patch, bubblegum colored hair, and her old leather jacket leave the gym. Keeping in the shadows of the alleyway, she crossed her arms, which a own black leather jacket covered. Her eyes twinkled with pride as Kaede walked down the street.
You’ve grown, Kid. I bet you’ve already surpassed me by now.
Having already known where Kaede would head next, Tsukasa followed her into the subway. Hopefully she could find a seat far away from Kaede-
Darn it.
With no empty seats available, Tsukasa was forced to stand only a few feet away from where Kaede was sitting. Awkwardly, Tsukasa turned her back to her student, keeping one hand on the balance handles. She looked different enough, right?
Maybe not. The only difference Tsukasa could think in her appearance was the fact that she had long hair now, having grown it out.
At the next stop, an old woman hobbled into the car with a large carpet bag. She looked around and, finding no seat, went to hold on to the rail.
“Ma’am?"
Kaede got to her feet and gestured for the woman to take her abdicated seat. The granny smiled, gave a ‘thank you dearie’ and sat down shakily, releasing her load to the ground at her feet. The boxer, on the other hand, hoisted her bag to her shoulder and chose a handle next to a woman in a black jacket. Lurching forward with the start of the train, Kaede’s bag accidentally swung and bumped into that neighbor.
"Oh, crap, I’m sorry.” She turned around to apologize and frowned in partial recognition.
“Don’t worry about it kid.” Tsukasa murmured instinctively, not flinching at all from the impact of the bag. She gave a sideways glance at Kaede. Then she stiffened. Shoot, that definitely wasn’t supposed to come out like that. Tsukasa panicked- she wasn’t ready for this. She absolutely, definitely, totally was NOT ready for this. Not now. Not yet.
The train rattled beneath their feet as an awkward few seconds passed before Tsukasa decided the best course of action was to stare through the window nonchalantly. Hopefully, that would lose Kaede’s attention and the next stop would come soon, so that Tsukasa could make her escape…
Thankfully for Tsukasa, fate intervened in the form of a phone call. Kaede’s phone buzzed in her pocket and she dropped her bag to the ground to free up a hand to get it.
“Hello?… No. God Damn it. Where? WHERE FOR FUCK’S SAKE? Ok I’m sorry. Take seventh street I’ll meet, hello?"
The signal died and the train slowed to a stop. Kaede couldn’t afford to think about the familiarity of the woman now. Ami. They had Ami.
The train had barely reached the platform before the boxer forced the doors open with sheer willpower and leapt to solid ground, taking off unaware of weird looks.
And, in her haste, she had left her duffel bag at Tsukasa’s feet.
Tsukasa kept a nonchalant stance the entire time and only raised a brow when Kaede had sammed the train doors. She had forgotten how loud that girl could be when she wanted to be. Glancing at the duffel bay for a moment, Tsukasa made a split-second decision to grab the bag and jump off the train, just as the doors slid shut.
Just as before, she kept to the shadows, following Kaede to where she was headed. Tsukasa frowned- something was up. Whatever it was, it couldn’t have been good. She only hoped Kaede wouldn’t get hurt. Or that Tsukasa wouldn’t have to get involved- she didn’t bring her batan sticks with her this time around.
Kaede pounded up and out of the subway station, hari whipping behind her. She didn’t notice the woman following her until she had gone about a block and say the red duffel bag out of the corner of her eye. She began to slow before remembering the issue at hand.
That issue became an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the industrial district, surrounded by crumbling brick and vacancies.
The phone buzzed with a text. Plan?
She replied ‘scarlet’
ok…
Kaede looked around her then called softly to the shadows, “you can come out. I know you’re there.”
A good pint of pride surged through Tsukasa. Not only was Kaede quick, but she was also sharp as well. Well, Kaede could work on her recognizing stalkerish forces (that was definitely not Tsukasa) faster. The only other problem now was that she didn’t want Kaede to recognize her, but since Kaede had already noticed her…
One, two steps out of the shadows. Better to play it by ear, for now. “You left your bag on the train, kid.” Tsukasa stated casually, throwing the red duffel bag to her former student’s feet. “Thought you might be looking for it later.”
The bag landed with a thud and Kaede strode over to it, aquatted down, unzipped it, and pulled out a short length of chain. She wrapped this around her left forearm, clenching the two ends in her fist then looked over her shoulder at the woman.
"This is going to be ugly. You might… want to go… sister.”
The last part was barely a whisper. She had to stay focused on the task at hand. No new complications could distract her… and she would bite off her own tongue before asking for Tsukasa’s assistance. Kaede might not have been able to see her old mentor clearly, but she had not forgotten, and would never forget, that voice.
Of course, sister was slang she often used toward other people. She hoped the woman didn’t think anything of it.
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