In our bodies we will live, in our bodies we will die

[dishevelment]

Who: Ren Koumeidishevelment & OPEN (with one part locked to Ren Kouha roughcut)
When: IC 6/16 OOC 4/3
Where: Various places around the city
What: Koumei and Kouha need to have a Talk + Koumei attempts to find a hobby
Rating/Warning: Potential for serious, feels inducing discussions



A -- Locked to Ren Kouha

[It has been a short while since Kouha arrived in the city, and Koumei was overjoyed to have his youngest brother around. Although Haru insisted that it wasn't a problem, Koumei knew that he would need to repay the Saniwa back one day for allowing the two brothers to be in the same apartment. Just being together was enough for Koumei to be content.

But there was something that they needed to talk about-- something involving the Empire that they were supposed to inherit. Something involving their siblings, and the fact that one among them had allowed the darkness in his heart to swallow him whole.

Koumei was actually awake that morning, idly playing with the his little robo-pigeon and the robo-fox that resided in the apartment, trying to find a way to further delay the inevitable. He didn't want to talk about this...

But it was a shadow lingering over them that was hard to ignore.]

B

[There had been a common refrain he had heard over the last several weeks: "Find a hobby."

It was a strange notion for Koumei, a man who had spent much of his life supporting a war effort in one capacity or another. If he hadn't been in war counsels or attending to his work in the magic research facility, he was catching up on precious sleep or playing with his pigeons in Rakushou.

But, mostly it was sleeping.

While Doudanuki's insistence on teaching him how to use a sword was compelling, it was far from an actual hobby. That was work-- and the only way he was able to keep Doudanuki from destroying his hair.

Thus, Koumei found himself in the library perusing the various crafting books, looking for something that would catch his interest. If he wasn't there, he was looking at the selection of fiction novels of a variety that ranged from cerebral mysteries to sordid romances.

After checking out a few of them to read further, he went over to the gardens to enjoy the afternoon reading. Whether he actually spent the afternoon napping underneath a tree or not was another story, but regardless of the outcome he would consider the day well spent.

It was strange, having so much free time. He didn't know what to do with it.]

Comments

[dishevelment]

Why wouldn't they?

[He asked, all innocence, as he polished off his crabstick and reached for a stack of colored pencils to poke into odd areas of the tower]

It sounds like your parents must have worked hard to have you-- that should be respected, not looked down on.

[iseaghosts]

Because a lot of monsters don't like when two different types of monsters are together.

[ It's what her and her fellow hybrids had in common; the hardship of two monster genetics and other's opinion on it. ]

[dishevelment]

Well, that's a silly reason to dislike someone-- especially if no one's being hurt!

[Because, while racism was a thing he understood, his culture was more one based upon a person's merit. People were judged by what they could do, not by what they looked like.]

[iseaghosts]

Fright? My parents just liked each other. But me, Neighthan, Avea and Bonita have all had to move so many times because no one liked us.

[ Even just counting high school, she had run out of fingers to count the schools she had gone to. ]

[dishevelment]

I see...and, is your world set up like it is here, with the free education to all young people? Moving so often sounds like it would be quite troubling if that's so.

[iseaghosts]

Yeah, it is. It was crilly tough, but I think we get to stay at Monster High, we've made furiends there.

[dishevelment]

Small things like that can be a great help. I'm glad you found a place that works for you in your home.

[iseaghosts]

I'm souper happy there, we've been there for a few months now and they still accept us.

[ She decides to put a hamburger on top of her tower. ]

Have boo lived mostly in one place or moved around too?

[dishevelment]

[Ah, it's good that the young woman was happy in her current arrangement, then!]

For better or worse, I was mostly able to stay in the same home during my childhood. Since growing up I've done quite a bit more travelling because of my responsibilities, but I still prefer the simplicity of being able to sleep in my own bed.

[iseaghosts]

Fright? There's something special a-boat your own bed. It's like, um... extra comforting.

[dishevelment]

That's right. There are days when I'd like to lie there all day...

But adulthood brings responsibilities along with it, and I can't shirk all of them.

[iseaghosts]

Do normies grow up really quickly?

[dishevelment]

Physically or emotionally? For the former, it takes about twenty years, but it varies quite a bit by the individual for the latter.

[iseaghosts]

Oooh, that's so quick. For vampires it takes hundreds of years, but for werewolves it goes a lot quicker.

[dishevelment]

Is that so? I'm afraid I don't have that sort of reference...

[But, oh. What a fantastic world this young woman must live in.]

[iseaghosts]

All of you age the same speed where you're foam?

[ How curious! ]

[dishevelment]

Yes-- is that really so unusual?

[Clearly, they were going to need to talk shop one day.]

[iseaghosts]

Yeah, it's really different compared to where I'm foam, so it's interesting!

[ There will be so much to talk about. ]

[dishevelment]

Hm. Perhaps we should take time to discuss that one day? When we're not making a... 'leaning tower of pizza.'

[iseaghosts]

Bookay, that sounds like pun.

[ She smiles, and puts a macaron with a hand drawn little flag with the monster high logo on it. ]