sunshrouded: (☀ this cute fucker)
DUMB HAIRED NINJA CANOODLING NUDIST BINCH ([personal profile] sunshrouded) wrote in [community profile] estoria2015-08-02 12:44 pm

[OPEN] did you miss me?

Who: Tenka aka "Dad Extraordinaire" ([personal profile] sunshrouded) & ALL OF Y'ALL TBH
When: Sliiiiightly forward-dated to 2/15, so right after the Nexus Code event!
Where: assorted... Kumounji House & entertainment district mostly!
What: Guess who's back (back again), Tenka's back. Tell a friend. -- also he fulfill his dream of becoming a Sidequest Dispenser.
Rating/Warning: just your usual brand of tenka idiocy, maybe some tears, probably some punching

[a. closed to kumounji house residents ; farts back into existence]

[Tenka doesn't have a calendar in his room.

Why would he?

But what he does have, when he materializes in his futon, wearing the same robe that he went to bed with, is a vague feeling of dread. He went through a weird sequence of dreams, he thinks. Sitting through that powerpoint again and then -- after that there was a weird space where he could walk through entire buildings. Where he started to feel... intangible again. It was remniscent enough of the time that he lost his body that he felt chills.

Yet his preoccupation with himself was short. After all, Shirasu was there.

Shirasu was there and wasn't there all at once -- he was in that space, unresponsive even as Tenka yelled at him and tried to punch him. But there was no returning punch, no weary purple eyes, not even a motion of acknowledgment. He was well and truly there and.... not.

So Tenka is tired as he walks out into the living room then, settling himself at their low table and slumping over it, just as he would've three weeks ago.

His first word upon his return:]


Teeeeaaaaaaaa.

[ . . . . . well?]

[b. semi-open to adoptees & others ; emerges from the void for noogies]

[Most people just knock or ring a doorbell. Maybe knock three times in small bursts if they're feeling antsy. But here's Tenka, banging on the door instead, complete with yelling:]

Heeeeyyyyy!! Is anyone in there?! Hellooooo?

[At least it's a voice you probably haven't heard in a while.

Someone clued him in that he's been gone for 3 weeks. So he's got about 3 weeks of visits to make up for, he thinks.

(Punch him.)]


[c. OPEN ; tell me what you see ]

[If nothing else, you might've seen this guy's face around. Yet he appears to no longer be Missing and is instead sitting on a bench somewhere. He seems to be puzzling over something very, very deeply. Feel free to bug him if you know him when he's still in the middle of his work of art (which consists of nothing more than a few brush strokes).

Because otherwise he's going to sit up suddenly and thrust out the page to you. It's definitely the kanji for 'lake'. But here's time for messing with the language mechanism and/or an impromptu Rorschach test:]


What does this look like to you?

[What a quack.]

[d. OPEN ; quest master tenka, disaster in the making]

Hey, you!!

[Doesn't that sound like a promising start to a conversation....

Alas, escape is futile as Tenka completely messes up the rhythm of the closest person's day as he steps in front of them and offers them the sunniest grin. (Don't trust it.)]


You look like you've got some free time. Think you can help a guy out with something?

[Sidequest: start!]

[e. choose your own adventure, hit me with anything, i can take it! ]
journaler: (✿ what is that?)

d is for dad

[personal profile] journaler 2015-08-03 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Huh?

[Leia's wandering the entertainment district, as is usual for her on days where she works. He probably caught her near the Game Center, where she nearly bumps into him before her reflexes (now back to normal) allow her to catch herself.

She hadn't realized he'd been talking to her until then, and what he says goes out the window, because...]


Mr. Crabhead, you're back!

[...oops]
journaler: (✿ ^_^ #2)

[personal profile] journaler 2015-08-03 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[...Okay, he sounds offended and Leia is a terrible person and she should feel bad. Instead though, she just kind of laughs sheepishly.]

Sorry... [To be fair, it slipped out before she could say anything.] Mr. Sousei made the comparison, but it was also on the posters your little brother was putting up.

Are you mad?
journaler: (✿ hands on my hips)

[personal profile] journaler 2015-08-03 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
H- Hey, I didn't mean it like an insult! I helped that "ponytail guy" look for your for hours...

[She frowns suddenly at the lecture.]

I wasn't joking when I said "sorry" either... I meant that.
journaler: (✿ >:))

[personal profile] journaler 2015-08-03 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't mind.

[She thinks back, easily remembering how Sousei looked that day. It almost made her feel bad that she kind of forcefully followed him, but... it was for the better in the end, she thinks.

Hopes. She smiles again, being forgiven.]


He looked like he needed it, really...

Oh! And that reminds me.
journaler: (✿ peekaboo?!)

[personal profile] journaler 2015-08-09 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
I... sort of got you something that day.

[In hindsight, it may have been a strange thing to do for someone she didn't know. She really thought it would work, though--or at least, that they'd run into him eventually so she could give it to him.

Better late than never, she supposes.]


But I don't have it with me.
journaler: (✿ dat sass)

[personal profile] journaler 2015-08-20 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[He's laughing, so he's obviously joking. She thinks. Well, she'll grin along at any rate.]

I'm not a stranger. I'm Leia!

[Leia, you can be both.]

Besides, you said you wanted my help for something. What is it? [Maybe she can kill two birds with one stone, so to speak . . .]
journaler: (✿ what the what)

[personal profile] journaler 2015-08-24 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[. . . That depends entirely. She tilts her head.]

Like what?
journaler: (✿ dat sass)

[personal profile] journaler 2015-09-20 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[She can tell! But she brightens, because this sounds right up her alley.]

I can put something in the paper! [She pulls at a pen tucked in her breast pocket.] . . . What kind of establishment?