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With the sun returning on Friday morning, Haku had foolishly thought the short storms were done and over with. She hadn't left the common area for quite some time after Duo had found her and brought her back, and though she still didn't believe that she deserved anyone's kindness or protection after what she'd done she had made certain to stick close.

The sun coming out had urged her to at least go in to the court yard, though, taking her guitar with her as she found a nice shaded spot underneath one of the overhanging stone ledges above. She sat on the grass, simply playing her guitar quietly to herself. Being human, it made her fingers hurt much more than when she plucked the strings as an android, but the skill was still there and she was grateful for it. If she no longer had her music she most certainly would have fallen apart completely.

But the tunes drifted out, languid and effortlessly, the sounds carrying in to the rooms and the common area from the open windows for several hours. Eventually, though, it ceased as she took and break and simply let the warmth of the afternoon take her in to a quiet, much needed nap. She hadn't been sleeping well at all since her transformation, too used to having a system that told her when to sleep and when to wake, and with her head resting back against the stone and her arms draped over her guitar she slipped easily in to a nap. All the while she was unaware of the dark clouds that were drifting over, pushed by the same warm winds that had lulled her to sleep.

When she woke it was to the bone-rattling crash of thunder above, and to the very shocking realization that her white skirt was soaking wet, the rest of her very quickly getting there. Rain was coming down in absolute buckets around her, so heavy that the ground had gone from damp to nearly flooding within a short amount of time, the soil too waterlogged to hold it all anymore.

She sat up with a start, clinging to her guitar protectively, staring up past the lip of the ledge that had shielded her from the sun but not the rain. What hit above her rolled off and dripped down the stone in fat dropplets, only adding to the sopping wet ground around her. The sky was dark above, nearly as dark as night, but lanced with flashes of lightening and booms of thunder that made her jump and squeak.

"Nnn--... I have to get back inside..." she mumbled to herself, her soft voice nearly drowned out by the thunder. A breath was pulled in, and she bolted out in to the rain, instantly soaked as she attempted to bolt across the muddy courtyard back to the common area. A particularly soft spot caught one barefoot, sending her sprawling in to it. A splash of mud and water left her and her guitar soaked and dirty on top of that, but she forced herself to her feet and kept going until she finally reached the open doorway.

She stopped and turned around to watch the rain come down, muddy water dripping from her hair, her clothes, leaving her shivering and cold.

"Eeehh..." she whined, rubbing mud out of her eyes with the back of her hand, "I hate this castle..."

sakedrinking

[Haku had gone further than she'd ever gone in the castle.

Bit by bit, in the days following her transformation and the loss of her sister and Kadar, she'd distanced herself from the rest of the castle occupants. She quietly faded herself out of the picture in hopes that no one would notice how... different she was, and thus not ask all the questions she couldn't answer.

So she kept going further. She avoided shadows, finding places to hide rather than try and fight them off, and it seemed to be working for the time being. Which was how she found herself here, in the graveyard, staring down at the darkness beyond a gravestone that had mysteriously moved.

She stood over it, her now human heart hammering nervously in her chest. Something about it just felt... wrong. Like a sick sensation crawling up her spine. A part of her wanted to go down, to see what it was that had her so afraid, but she couldn't urge her feet to move.

So she just stood there. Watching.

Waiting.

Wondering.]

sakedrinking

She hasn't seen Duo since that day in the common room.

She had helped him with the leather he'd gotten from the fountain, helped him with his hair and he had even given her a small weapon - a knife - to defend herself with out in the castle. It had been a good evening. One she enjoyed. One of the few she actually enjoyed in her time there. She really did seem to like being around him, though she couldn't exactly explain why her mechanical heart always felt so fluttery and light whenever he was around, or why she became so flustered and awkward at the drop of a hat with him.

And suddenly he wasn't there. And she noticed.

Haku waited a while, quietly worrying while trying so hard to not outwardly show it. She didn't want to cause undue panic, thinking that maybe, just maybe, she was being needlessly paranoid. He was sleeping more than usual, or had explored further in the castle and was there, just fine and alive with no need to be worried over.

But when a full day passed she couldn't take it anymore. And that's when she did something foolish.

Taking up the knife that he had given her, she tied her long skirt up and did her hair back in a loose bun, setting off without telling anyone where she was going. She had hoped she was wrong, that she wouldn't get very far and find him safe. Sure he might scold her for going out alone like an older brother to a younger sibling, but she wouldn't care so long as she knew he was okay.

And if she got to the end of the trolley - the furthest she had ever gone - and he wasn't there... then she would come back before anyone could realize she'd left. No harm, no foul. Any shadows? She'd run. Any other sign of trouble? She'd scream then run. In her mind it was a decent plan, for all it's holes.

Quietly she headed out to the bridge, past the stair tower and on to the next level, looking around as the wind brought the scent of the sea to her nose and fluttered loose strands of white hair past her face. She tucked some behind her ear instinctively, pausing to look around and strain her ears to listen. There were no sounds aside from the distant cry of gulls flying over the crashing sea.

"Not here..." she muttered to herself, continuing up the next stairwell. That was when she finally took note of the off-colored stairs that led to the broken domed roof over the building next to the upper platform, above the trolley tracks. She paused and strained her ears once again, but the same silence met her.

What if he was down there... what if he was hurt... ?

"Duo-kun... ?" she called out nervously, then cleared her throat and tried again, actually letting her powerful voice carry for once. "Oiiiiiii! Duo-kuuuuuuun!"

Her voice echoed back at her, but she thought that for a moment, just a moment, she heard another voice calling softly back to her...

sakedrinking

Out in the common area, there's an interesting sight that wasn't there the night before.

On one of the benches, there's a folded red tunic-style shirt, and next to it, dark blue pants and another red shirt, but obviously smaller than the first.

Next to that, however, there's two very large creates. One has metal and tin cook wear that's similar to a camping set, though some of it is dented, and the metal cooking rack is missing a couple of bars. It's still useable, though. The other is mostly canned, dried, and bagged food. Non perishables. Vegetables and fruit, jerky, pasta, ect. A few packages are torn, but it's nothing that can't still be used. On the top the crate, though, there's several closed packages of what is very clearly beef. Good beef, too.

And just so people don't get confused, there's a note on top of that. Written originally in Japanese, the Castle seems to translate the writing in to whatever is easiest for the person who picks it up to read it.

"Ratchet, Duo,

The clothes are for you two. They should hold up for a while until I can get new supplies.

For everyone else...

I'm sorry I haven't been much help lately. I wished for these things from the fountain because I know everyone needs better food than what we've been getting. I hope this does more for you all than I've been able to.

-Haku"

Haku herself is no where to be found, but if one looks over to her room they might just notice that her door is open.

It's pretty quiet in there...

(ooc: Alright, so! This is a mingle post for everyone in the common area! Pick at the food, mess with the cooking supplies, even look at the clothes but do make sure they get to Ratchet and AU Duo at some point. Poking at Haku is also an option, but mingling is more encouraged in this log. Have fun with the gifts!)

stillshinigami

Duo was moving through the halls out towards the stairs that lead towards the stairs which lead to the trolley system. He was armed, gun drawn and moving in haste as if something was after him. Suddenly, he ducked down in the hole where that box was and looked up and around. Was it a game? Was he just playing around and training himself? That's certainly what it looked like to a casual observer. After all, for those who knew him it wouldn't be outside of his usual behavior.

He looked up and around, looking for something anxiously. He then grabbed at his backwards baseball cap and ducked suddenly as if someone had thrown something at him, or shot at him. If this was a pretend training game, he was really playing the part.

But it wasn't. To him? He was on the run, a half dozen or so enemy soldiers on the war path led by Heero Yuy. One time friend and now enemy, he was outnumbered and out matched. A shot rang out when he thought he saw something back where he came from, and he leaped out of the hole he was in, dashing for the stairs. Goddamnit!

"Quatre! Wufei! Where are you guys!?"

[OOC: So this is part of Dream/Memory!plot. As in you can get some of Duo's memories transferred to your characters to have them have to relive themselves. I'm pretty flexible at how this thread goes. You can just react to what he's doing if you want and I'm posting his memories here in my journal. The memories are transferable by touch and it doesn't matter if Duo's seeing it or not.]

leekspinning

She now found herself in a very dark place. At first, she had only looked around, trying to see if maybe, just maybe, she could get an idea of where she might have been; it was for naught, though, it seemed. She couldn't recognize anything. It was just dark.

It was then that she began to panic, frantically reaching her arms out (and being met with very limited arm mobility) and touching the sides of her current location, feeling around for a possible exit to the place.

When she couldn't seem to find one, that was when she started screaming.

Despite her lack of true humanity, tears poured from her eyes and ran down her cheeks; her voice, though synthesized, held the emotion of fear as she screamed for help, pounding on the sides of the place she found herself trapped in. Nothing she did seemed to help.

No, she needed to calm down and think logically about this. It was the only way she would find her way out, right? If nobody was around that she could depend on, she had to depend on herself.

Calming down was not something that was happening easily, though. Every time she tried, she couldn't help but return to the blubbering mess she had been only moments before.

It was now that she had to try the one thing that always managed to calm her down.

Softly at first, and then growing in volume as she continued, a song started to come from one of the sarcophagi.

herotherhalf

Harth collected his books, his alter, his herbs and raw materials he used in his spells. From there? He hid in his room for days, pilfering through the ancient texts. He was so sure he had something in one of these books, so while he was short on stamina he worked through it. He read the material through the last few days and nights dedicated until finally he found the spell he was looking for.

It was similar to a long line of memory altering spells as well as the Tabula Rasa spells he'd experienced in one of his own slayer dreams. But this was different. This was a dream walking incantation. It would allow him to traverse the dream scape of all the minds around him. Trouble is it linked minds as much as it allowed him access. He'd have to alter it in an attempt to get around such inconvenient side effects.

Checking his bindings of supplies, he found the few things he needed to cast the spell. It was the wee hours of the morning when he did it. A prime time for dream activity for people who went to bed on time, so he'd be having plenty of fun tonight he expected. All he needed was the water, a few drops of his own blood and some of his herbs. From there, he spoke the incantation, four verses in a language long forgotten to time. He could see the chalice he used glow a bright green. He took the goblet and raise to his lips, not hesitating a moment before sipping down the entire bowl. Then, in his empty room, he set the bowl down on the side table and lay on his bed, hands folded over his abdomen.

[OOC: Here's the first part of Harth plot. Feel free to tag him with your dreams and he'll observe and interact. The memory half of the plot takes place while the characters are awake so you can either post those threads here or make your own thread. Harth'll probably tag everyone. I'll back tag as necessary.]

tophbeifong

Tea. The past few days were incredibly rough and all rough days call for tea. Lots and lots of tea. The well had come through and she was graced with a lovely tin of flavored tea straight from the Jade Dragon. It was a blend made specifically for the delicate senses. 'Bandit's Brew,' Iroh had called it, specially mixed just for her after she expressed an intense fondness of a fruit flavored jasmine that hadn't quite taken off the way he'd hoped.

Toph, though, found it as calming as it was delicious, as tasty as it was smooth, and it was exactly what she needed at that point in time. She'd had enough adventuring and exploring for the time being. Instead, she wanted to relax and let her injured back and shoulders heal.

Toph Bent a fire pit under the shade of the tree in the courtyard and let a small blaze grow while she crafted a sturdy pot and a set of cups out of clay. She monitored the water in the pot with the back of her hand, waiting until it had reached the perfect temperature to boil the leaves. She judged the time by smell and before long had a nicely brewed pot of rosy red tea, sweet and fruity in both taste and scent.

She poured herself a cup and hesitated before filling the other three.

The general turned tea guru had always said that the best tea in the world didn't taste half as good unless it was being shared with someone. Friends made it delicious enough, but complete strangers often added a unique zing. At first she thought he was finally hitting that nutty stage of old age. As she sat there, taking tea alone for the first time in ever, she wondered if, like everything else out of his mouth, there was some underlying wisdom that she didn't understand until... well, until she simply understood.

((Ooc: Free tea for all!))

sakedrinking

There would be a new sound in the castle this morning. A certain recent arrival had managed to make her first wish at the fountain, and gotten it the very next day, much to her joy.

So out in the room just past the old bridge, the lyrical strains of an acoustic guitar could be heard, followed by a voice singing in Japanese to the bubbly song.

Join? Interrupt? Listen from a distance?

What do you do?

sakedrinking

This wasn't her room.

There was no sound of machinery, no gentle hum of lights and computers and other equipment. There was no child-like laughter from the twins outside the door, no tapping of fingers or smell of cigarettes as Dell worked tirelessly on his song writing, no distant sound of singing from somewhere else in the VOCALOID household that Crypton owned in that small residential district in Tokyo. There was just silence, and a musty scent that for all intents and purposes reminded her of a grave yard after a rain storm had come and gone.

And darkness.

A darkness she wasn't used to.

It soon dawned on her why, though, shortly after her systems started up and she roused from her sleep mode, only slightly more energized than when she had gone to bed.

She was enclosed in something. It was cold, stone, rough and only the barest bits of light fluttered through the few small openings that were high above her head. There was something behind her that only reached to her shoulder blades, just as solid as the stone around her, but she couldn't for the life of her see what it was. In front, what looked to be some kind of opening, though it was little more than a sliver of a crack around it that indicated this.

At first she was curious in her strange half-awake moment before her systems came completely on line, but soon enough that was replaced by fear, then panic. Had she been kidnapped? Were the others there with her? This wasn't a prank... it couldn't be. There was nothing like this strange tomb in their home or anywhere near by. But then, where was she? And how had she been taken from her home so quickly as to not have woken up at all during the journey?

"... h... hello?! e-eto... Is... is anyone out there?! Is-- h... help... ! Help me! Please!"

She became more frightened by the second, even going so far as to start pushing against the wall in front of her in some useless hope that maybe, just maybe, it would budge.

"LET ME OUT! PLEASE"

Her voice rose shrilly, loud and echoing in her chamber, even carrying outside of it for a long ways beyond where her wobbling sarcophagi stood. She was so fraught with panic that she didn't even realize she was actually making the stone budge and sway. She started throwing herself against it hard, slamming her shoulder in to it repeatedly with her frightened, no longer coherent screams.

All at once the stone gave and toppled over with her still inside it, sending both crashing to the stone ledge hard. She bounced when she hit, body jarring with the impact as she skid and went rolling off the edge on to the ground below. She landed in a heap, groaning with the pain her nerve receptors were sending through her entire body, especially her head. A few warnings popped up only long enough for her to know that she was going to shut down momentarily due to the impact.

"Nn-- no... don't--..."

Try as she might to fight against her system's protocols, she failed to stop the shut down fast enough, and within seconds she was still, laying as a discarded doll on the dusty castle floor.

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Entries tagged with vocaloid: haku yowane [ou]

.7th Fantasy Impromptu [Open] - Friday afternoon/Evening

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.5th Fantasy Impromptu [Closed to Harth]

.4th Fantasy Impromptu. [Open Mingle Post]

005 | Face what I've done and do my time | Open

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02 | In your dreams | Mingle

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