Kashuu "misplaced swirly pasta" Kiyomitsu (
adornmental) wrote in
estoria2016-06-05 06:35 pm
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Who: Kashuu Kiyomitsu
adornmental & you!
When: Slightly before and during the event
Where: Apartments + around town!
What: Kashuu deals with forgetting stupid things, being cold forever and memory shares
Rating/Warning: Memories of sword death and emperor death and probably some other deaths, it's time for a death party
A, swordhaus:
[SO, sometime before the wispy spirit animals show up but after the elemental effects set in, Kashuu can be found... freezing his ass off. It only took him the better part of a day to figure out what was triggering his weird flashbacks, so now he's sitting by the open window with a fan in as few pieces of clothing as possible (which is still a lot, honestly), eating a popsicle. He's definitely shivering... Maybe he went too far in the opposite direction?!]
This is so stupid! This is seriously the worst—! [But you know what will keep his soul warm even in the face of hypothermia? Salty, salty complaints. MMM, YES.
Anyone wandering by either in the apartment itself or walking past the window will be dragged into this salt session, either with a jealous look and a:] What, are you warm? [Or, a sympathetic look to anyone else who seems to be trying to become an igloo, and a peace offering of another pospicle.]
B, park/dojo:
[The wispy animals have shown up! Kashuu's already tried and failed to talk to his, but he does at least have some control over it, being a spirit himself.
Granted, he has to actually be paying attention to it in order for perfect control to be A Thing, and he can't devote his attention to it 24/7...
So here are the perfect times to bump into his little fox friend; either when he's doing his best to lead a class in the dojo despite all of the tomfoolery going on, or when he's on his way to or from said building and trying to plan the rest of his day out on his phone. His attention is gone and WHOOSH, SO IS THIS SKITTERISH FOX. That catches his eye, at least, though maybe not quite fast enough--]
Woah, hey— Watch out!
[AND THERE HE GOES, TOO, tripping over this fox that he can't even touch. Congrats, you get a double whammy of being knocked to the ground and then slammed with a memory.]
C, shopping district:
[By now, he's bumped into enough people that the lovely memory loss side effects are starting to show...
On one hand, he got off pretty lucky?! He hasn't forgotten any people yet, or significant events - as far as he knows, anyway. On the other...]
Ow—! Ugh... Sorry, sorry. [He may have just crashed into you/a store mannequin/a display case, because he's wearing some pretty tall heels but he sure doesn't remember how to walk in them gracefully anymore. NICE.
His sad, sad fox is still tailing him around out here too, of course, though he's getting a little irritated now that he's put two and two together. This thing needs to stop touching people?! Just, stop! Just stop!! While he's picking himself/you/this mannequin arm off the floor, he gives it a miffed look, even though it's already darted off again.]
This is your fault, y'know. Just calm down for like, five seconds!
WILDCARD:
[Hit me up with any scenario that floats your boat!]
[ooc; If we haven't plotted anything out yet, just let me know if you want a good or bad memory! If there's nothing specific you want, I'll just reach into my paintrain grabbag and give you something random. I'm down for memory swaps too, of course!]
When: Slightly before and during the event
Where: Apartments + around town!
What: Kashuu deals with forgetting stupid things, being cold forever and memory shares
Rating/Warning: Memories of sword death and emperor death and probably some other deaths, it's time for a death party
A, swordhaus:
[SO, sometime before the wispy spirit animals show up but after the elemental effects set in, Kashuu can be found... freezing his ass off. It only took him the better part of a day to figure out what was triggering his weird flashbacks, so now he's sitting by the open window with a fan in as few pieces of clothing as possible (which is still a lot, honestly), eating a popsicle. He's definitely shivering... Maybe he went too far in the opposite direction?!]
This is so stupid! This is seriously the worst—! [But you know what will keep his soul warm even in the face of hypothermia? Salty, salty complaints. MMM, YES.
Anyone wandering by either in the apartment itself or walking past the window will be dragged into this salt session, either with a jealous look and a:] What, are you warm? [Or, a sympathetic look to anyone else who seems to be trying to become an igloo, and a peace offering of another pospicle.]
B, park/dojo:
[The wispy animals have shown up! Kashuu's already tried and failed to talk to his, but he does at least have some control over it, being a spirit himself.
Granted, he has to actually be paying attention to it in order for perfect control to be A Thing, and he can't devote his attention to it 24/7...
So here are the perfect times to bump into his little fox friend; either when he's doing his best to lead a class in the dojo despite all of the tomfoolery going on, or when he's on his way to or from said building and trying to plan the rest of his day out on his phone. His attention is gone and WHOOSH, SO IS THIS SKITTERISH FOX. That catches his eye, at least, though maybe not quite fast enough--]
Woah, hey— Watch out!
[AND THERE HE GOES, TOO, tripping over this fox that he can't even touch. Congrats, you get a double whammy of being knocked to the ground and then slammed with a memory.]
C, shopping district:
[By now, he's bumped into enough people that the lovely memory loss side effects are starting to show...
On one hand, he got off pretty lucky?! He hasn't forgotten any people yet, or significant events - as far as he knows, anyway. On the other...]
Ow—! Ugh... Sorry, sorry. [He may have just crashed into you/a store mannequin/a display case, because he's wearing some pretty tall heels but he sure doesn't remember how to walk in them gracefully anymore. NICE.
His sad, sad fox is still tailing him around out here too, of course, though he's getting a little irritated now that he's put two and two together. This thing needs to stop touching people?! Just, stop! Just stop!! While he's picking himself/you/this mannequin arm off the floor, he gives it a miffed look, even though it's already darted off again.]
This is your fault, y'know. Just calm down for like, five seconds!
WILDCARD:
[Hit me up with any scenario that floats your boat!]
[ooc; If we haven't plotted anything out yet, just let me know if you want a good or bad memory! If there's nothing specific you want, I'll just reach into my paintrain grabbag and give you something random. I'm down for memory swaps too, of course!]

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Sure?
[he literally has no idea what he's signing himself up for tbh.]
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[Talk about a one-way ticket to Nausea and Bad Memories town.]
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[at least to that, he can laugh weakly.] I've had enough of memories... getting them, giving them, losing them...
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I'm pretty sure we're all feeling the same thing, at least... And this is way harder to avoid than stupid mirrors.
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Mm... I think almost anything was better than the mirrors.
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[His nose wrinkles a little, displaying his clear distaste for the general invasion of privacy.]
S'pretty gross that it keeps happening.
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[this is the first time stahn is hearing that, honestly. his brows knit, and he sighs a bit at the thought.]
I wonder why... I wonder why they want to share these things like this so much.
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[It's hard to tell if he's really joking or not, even though he says it in a lighter tone.]
But yeah, I guess it happened way before I got here. I dunno much about it.
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[stahn will be stahn, so naturally, he has to consider it as maybe being the way it is.]
I don't think I'll ever get it...
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[At least tragic memories and near-continuous nausea hasn't dampened his flair for dramatics...]
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[why this, kashuu. why are you like this!]
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I'm kidding, I'm kidding! You won't. You're young and you have a good outlook, so you'll be able to get through all the hard stuff, y'know?
[He really does sound elderly now?!]
Just keep doing what you're doing and you'll be fine. —How're you feeling, anyway? No more dizziness, yeah?
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[especially with the knee-patting. seriously, that was grandpa af.]
I'm okay now though, yeah. It passed quicker than I thought it would this time.
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Wow! I'm a super young sword, so you know. Like, nowhere even near grandpa level! If you wanna meet some actual grandpa swords, I'll show you to the ones that're in their thousands.
[Like forgetful Mikazuki who can't even dress himself, ah...]
But that's good, that's good. I mean like, hopefully it won't happen to you more, but I think it gets easier to deal with.
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[now that stahn is going to be intensely concerned that he has offended kashuu by calling him old.
...especially when dymlos is there to also scoff, as a sword that's also a thousand years old.]
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Isn't that basically the same kinda thing as saying "you sound like an old guy"...?
[He's not seriously offended, at least, even if he's huffy like a true moron.]
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Th-that's not what I meant at all! Isn't it a good thing? Gramps is really wise, and smart and—!
[stahn's a big dumb, it's fine. dymlos is just sighing in exasperation at him, this is fine too.]
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I dunno! Maybe it's a good thing if you just meant to say I'm super smart and wise.
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[stahn doesn't get flustered often, but when he does, it's just as explosive as pretty much anything else he does ever. he's such a walking target sometimes.]
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When you say it like that, it doesn't sound like you're super sure.
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[that's just mean, of course he's sure of it! if nothing else, kashuu gets a bit of a show as to... well, how stahn can be when he's teased. usually it's only leon or dymlos that can get this kind of whining out of him.]
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Okay, okaaay, I'll believe you! But if you call me old again I'll have to string you up by your ankles.
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I'm not—I didn't even to begin with! I don't think you're old at all...
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So you think I'm a young sword that just sometimes sounds like your grandpa? Hmmm...
[As if he's considering whether or not this is an acceptable summary. HAND ON HIS CHIN, FULL ON THINKER POSE.]
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(really, if it goes on for too long, dymlos will step in and say something, but it's being let go for now.)]
That's not how I meant it at all, though!
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