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Rise ♡aggressively friendships♡ Kujikawa ([personal profile] pseudonyms) wrote in [community profile] estoria2016-06-06 12:54 pm

[open] And as you know I have a gigantic heart

Who: Rise Kujikawa and OPEN!
When: 7/19-7/23 (IC) aka event-time!
Where: Various prompts
What: It started with a goat. Then it all just went downhill from there. AKA Rise Kujikawa and the mysterious memories event.
Rating/Warning: N/A for now, will update if needed



[It started with a goat. Honestly, at first she thought that she'd dreamed it, that maybe it was just an extension of the white feathers she saw in her dreams recently but no. She wakes up and there sure is a wispy little goat at the foot of her bed. She stares…and the goat bleats flatly at her. It's a sad-looking thing, but as she tries to get closer it seems to disappear immediately.

Wow. That's weird.]


A.) is for Academy

[It's a normal school day. With everyone back from the dead and her worries a little more at ease, she can concentrate a little easier. It's quiet in the Study Hall period of the day and she's working on some homework when she spots the goat out of the corner of her eye…approaching a wastebasket. She hasn't realized it can't change much of the world around them, but she'll get that memo as soon as she gets up and stealthily tries to approach the animal.

Of course, the goat suddenly moves and it startles her and her arms suddenly pinwheel as she yells, trying to balance on her high heels so she doesn't bite the dust. Are you going to catch her? Let her fall? Fall with her? Sorry about all of that.]


B.) is for Bad Places Rise Shouldn't Wander

[This goat is seriously way more trouble than it's worth. She's not sure where it came from or why it's in such poor condition, but she's taken to following it around the colony to make sure it doesn't get too far out of her sight. It's for that reason she doesn't even realize she winds up right in the middle of the Pleasure District. The goat's paused, and if it's possible it gives her a knowing look despite its lack of real expression.

(Is it possible that this goat knows about her dungeon?)

She ends up in a staring contest with the goat, narrowing her eyes when she realizes she's standing in front of a love hotel.]


Don't even think about it. [She sure was talking to the goat, but it's not that hard to overhear her.]

C.) is for Cafe

[Everything is exhausting. She's sprawled over a chair almost ungracefully and that goat hovers around near her feet, but at least its not moving. On occasion, she'll be writing neat lines in a notebook and sipping her tea, though she frowning in concentration. There's an extra chair at her table though. Feel free to ask if you can join her or even be nosy about what she's doing, she won't mind.

On the other hand, if you're a friend or even someone she recognizes, she'll look up and smile brightly before pushing the chair out with her foot.]


Hey, over here!

D.) is for Dancing Games

[Sometimes Rise likes to play games. Sometimes Rise likes to use the game station to practice and when she gets bored of dancing in her room this is the next best thing. However, she's found at the game center today in front of one of the dancing games, and as she watches the colorful arrows fall across the screen she's continually missing and whines in frustration.]

Ugh, come on! This should be really easy! [And it would be…if she actually remembered how to dance. It's like all memories and coordination have left her and she's left trying really hard to fix that. Help her? Challenge her? Question her?]

E.) is for Everything Else!

[If you want to run into her while she's out shopping, at work as a model/karaoke star/tofu connoisseur, or if housemates want to do apartment shenanigans here you go!]

[ooc: ALSO if you have a preference on your type of memory please let me know! Otherwise I will be randomizing. Thank you!]
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[personal profile] discard 2016-06-14 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Can she, though...can she really handle this....

Leon just frowns slightly at that, but he does turn slightly to go--which unknowingly puts him directly in the goat's path.]


I have no interest in going anywhere with you, so do not mistake this for that.
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[personal profile] discard 2016-06-18 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Leon's left blinking as well, of course.

It's not the first time he's experienced a memory like this by now, but it's still so strange. It takes him off-guard every time, and he frowns a little. It's Rise's--of course. Seeing her with her friends (and that's what they must be) is so strange, in a way. He doesn't entirely understand what's happening; it's like starting a book 70% of the way through. But even so... it's clear that their bonds are unbelievably strong, no matter what.

For a moment, he's left thinking of the others--of Rutee and Philia, of Mary and Woodrow and even Kongman and Chelsea and Johnny. Had they had similar bonds? ...Maybe. With each other, certainly. With him... he's not sure.

But there's a niggling thing that bothers him, and his brow furrows a little as he looks at Rise. Why was she...]


... I was unaware that you fancied yourself an enforcer of justice on the side.

[IDOL AND MURDERER CATCHER?]
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[personal profile] discard 2016-06-21 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Poor Rise... if Leon was a better soul he'd get her some water, but he sucks so he doesn't. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, considering.]

Somewhat, yes. Chasing down a murderer sounds rather dangerous.

[For an idol.... Rise what kind of life even.]
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[personal profile] discard 2016-06-23 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[It sure does... it sounds beyond crazy, and Leon's quiet for a moment as he absorbs that.

Before finally... he just nods along vaguely.]


Very well then. I suppose that would explain more than it does not, about someone like you.

[That's... probably a compliment??? He really is impressed, it just doesn't sound like it.]
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[personal profile] discard 2016-06-25 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
It means exactly what it sounds.

[At least Leon's as implacable as ever. Unfortunately for the both of them, even as he explains himself, his skittish black cat is trailing along--and skittering right into Rise's path.]

You are not well suited to standing on the sidelines when something needs to be done. You are too meddlesome for that.
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[personal profile] discard 2016-06-26 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's not wrong. He gets that sort of comparison, because...well, it makes sense! If you have the skills, you should use them to do your duty, naturally.

He's nodding along, and he responds with a simple:]


I suppose so. Though you did not take an oath of duty, so that still makes you meddlesome as well.

[But admittedly it might be hard for Rise to hear, because that's when the cat is brushing against her. And that's when she'll see Leon's memory.

It's warm. The sun is shining, and in a large, spacious dining room, Leon sits at the table, poring over a report. He looks to be younger--8 or 9, perhaps--but even so, he's working on this report with single-minded determination--until someone else steps into the room. The woman bears a striking resemblance from Leon, but they don't act like family in the least, and from the way she's in a maid uniform, it's very clear she's part of the staff for this manor.

But she steps in, placing a cup of tea before Leon with a smile, and a simple, "Here you are, Emilio."

He looks up from his work at that, and he smiles, and it's an unfettered expression, without any of the hesitations he'd usually have. There's no scowl or flat expression present--not in Marian's company.

"Thank you, Marian," he responds, properly and politely, but clearly with sincerity. She nods then, shifting as if to go... but his expression wavers then, and she catches it, and decides to stay. So instead she moves to Leon's side, and she asks gently about his work, and he brightens again and is able to explain to her what his studies are about--but most of all it's clear that he's just happy that she's there, and she's happy to be there for him in turn.

...As for in Cerealia, Leon's realizing that the feeling of nausea and vertigo is becoming far too common, and he has to clench his hands into fists, dragging in a sharp breath through his nose as he tries to steady himself.]
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[personal profile] discard 2016-06-28 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
I'm... I'm fine.

[He's not aware of what she's seen, but he is aware that she saw something; by now he's figured this out plenty. It doesn't make him happy in the least, but all he can really do is stand there, dragging in a few shaky breaths as he tries to fight off the nausea through pure willpower.

Which is a very Leon thing to do.

Give him a moment.]
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[personal profile] discard 2016-07-02 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's really not okay.

But he waits until Rise leaves before he finally slumps a little, breathing in deeply and taking a moment to try to combat the nausea on his own time.

Which means that when she comes back, he's still a little bit like that before he sees her, at which point he straightens immediately.

And grimaces.

Oh. Bad plan.]
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[personal profile] discard 2016-07-08 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
I don't need to sit down--

[Oh, he got too intense about it and now he feels woozy. Okay.

Okay... maybe he'll....sit down....]
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[personal profile] discard 2016-07-09 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't even have it in him to protest; one minute he's trying to blink away the vertigo and the next he's seated.

Oh.

Okay.

He frowns, but mostly just looks away, somewhat sheepish.]


... I'm fine. You have no reason to worry about me, and I am more than capable of taking care of myself.
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[personal profile] discard 2016-07-09 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He looks up sharply at that, blinking.

...And then it sinks in, and his eyes narrow. He's naturally a paranoid and suspicious person, and so--]


What did you see?

[He has to know that first.]
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[personal profile] discard 2016-07-10 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[... Ah.

Of course.

As soon as she says the name, the realization lights up his face--and then he grimaces, glancing away.]


... Ah. Yes, well... [How does he even begin to explain that?] Marian was... I suppose, as a child, she was there to take care of me. That is all there is to it.
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[personal profile] discard 2016-07-15 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[He just sighs softly at that, shaking his head. Sometimes he's not all too fond of being a "young master', but if she's already seen it--]

No, she was simply my maid. She took it upon herself to look after me, I suppose.

Not that it was necessary. I was more than capable of looking after myself.

[But he definitely can't deny that he's close to her.]

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