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 while my guitar gently weeps, lydia/rily
kaito shin himura
 Posted: Feb 1 2018, 11:17 PM
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if you must blink, do it now.

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I look at the world and I notice it's turning
while my guitar gently weeps

He'd had both his mother's shamisen and his father's sword strapped to his back when he crossed the portal bridge in San Francisco and found himself stepping through the archway in the animated world. Kaito had gotten prepared earlier that morning, taking his time in ensuring that he would be ready for the journey ahead. Not only did he pack a small rucksack of food and emergency supplies, he polished his blade and tuned his instrument. Before he left, he donned a clean kimono-like jacket; not his father's beetle clan robes but one of his own, as the keepsake was one he did not wish to lose or ruin when he crossed.

But for all his careful preparation, when he stepped out the door and hurriedly made his way to the portal. Long legs making quick strides down the stairs of his apartment building, taking several steps at a time. Once outside, he made his way as fast as he could to the park that held that special bridge to his home world, or, as fast as he could without bringing too much attention to himself. Because the portal's magic worked on some sort of mystical timer, he didn't have the luxury of taking his time if he wanted to end up where he planned. The dense forest he had in mind would leave him only a few hours' journey to the resistance encampment that he wanted to reach by the time night fell.

His haste was not futile, and Kaito reached the portal just in time to cross, for the archway was still in his line of sight when it disappeared, moving on to its next location. He only paused a moment before turning back in the direction he was headed. The wooded landscape was not unfamiliar but he also knew better than to trust it; dark things lived here and he couldn't take his time leisurely as he would have otherwise. With his guard and his chin up, Kubo made his way through the forest, keeping an ear out for any signs of danger and an eye on the path ahead. Only a few times he felt the need to reach for the katana at his back, but he did not yet need to unsheath it. A few false alarms though they were, he was glad he hadn't actually had cause to draw his sword. Otherwise, the journey went slowly - and silently. For a boy that made his own music whenever he had a quiet moment, he knew better than to do so now. Long gone were the days of his careless youth where he laughed at the threat of danger and welcomed the promise of an exciting story instead. He may still appear as an adolescent, but he was far more aware of the consequences of these dangers now.

The camp was in his sights by the time the sun began to set, and Kubo breathed a sigh of relief. The fire roared and people gathered around it, some sharing food or stories of their journeys. Whenever he visited the encampment, he was quick to join in, eager to listen to them talk about what they'd been through. It had always been a weakness of his, collecting stories from those he met on this side of the portal or the other. This time, however, Kubo sat a bit apart from the rest, taking a seat on a log-turned-bench out of the way. He left his father's katana on his back while he retrieved the shamisen, carefully setting it across his lap while he reached in his pocket for the pick. He started out with a quiet melody, something a little light-hearted but not too flippant. Kubo didn't mind if none of the resistance members or others listened to his playing (more often he played for himself than anyone else). But perhaps it would lift their spirits if they did - or maybe he was hoping it would lift his own.

Admittedly, being out past sundown still made him wary. Not 'out' in the sense that he was anywhere that was any more dangerous than the rest of the animated realm. No, he meant 'out' in the sense that the stars could still see him, even in relative safety. The moon was rising in the sky by the time Kubo had truly settled in by the fire, and he kept a wary eye on it though he felt more secure now than he did in the surrounding forest. He didn't fear the moon. In fact, he adored it; its shining beauty could make even the darkest of places alight with the glow that he yearned to see. It reminded him of his mother, even if it also reminded him of his grandfather.

Absentmindedly, his tune had hit a melancholy chord. The sound lifted him from his thoughts as viscerally as of someone had shaken him from a daydream. Kubo drew his gaze from where it had drifted into the night sky to the instrument in his hands. His mother's pick had paused over the strings, the lingering sound of his last strum reverberating still. He brought his fingers to quiet them and sighed. It wasn't long before he picked back up again, this time a more upbeat melody formed by his careful plucking.

His chance in tune did not go unnoticed. The others around the fire seemed to perk up the same way his playing had, and a sort of guilty smile crossed his face when he realized. Kubo had a half a mind to apologize for the abrupt change in style, tempo, and mood but unless anyone mentioned it, maybe he'd be able to get away with it.

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 Posted: Mar 28 2018, 10:44 PM
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Après la pluie, le beau temps..

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Some days were better than others. Lydia wasn’t afraid – at least, not to the extent she was tonight. She was smart enough to have some fear of the Darkness, the creatures it created, and what it could possibly do to the body and mind of anyone who did not originate from it. For some, this might be foolish of her, but there were others who she feared even more. She’d run into the ogres before. They were more than ogres, though. If she wasn’t careful, they were very possibly her future. She’d run into them today. They caught her off guard, sneaking up on her during the day. In the past, she’d only ever run into them during the night, when she was a human.

They’d memorized her bear form, which was not good. On the bright side, she’d gotten pretty good at fighting them off. Their fighting style was clumsy and clunky, blindly swinging their weapons, just hoping that they would hit something. Usually, she could get away unscathed, but today she was not so lucky. It was nothing life threatening, but painful all the same. Her arm had been hit with one of the ogre’s spiked clubs. It had been broken into pieces, but luckily, they had some very good healers in the Resistance.

She was sitting by herself by the fire, somewhat unaware of what was going on around her. Lydia was lost in her thoughts, but she heard music begin nearby. It got her attention enough to get her to look around to see where the music was coming from. It started off somewhat cheery sounding, but there was a twist which made it sound a little sad. It seemed to be just the thing she needed just then, though. It was strange how well music could convey one’s emotions and experiences. This one hit the nail on the head.

That’s beautiful!” she said, leaning forward to address the man who was playing,”You must have been playing for a long time to play that well.

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kaito shin himura
 Posted: May 11 2018, 11:12 AM
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if you must blink, do it now.

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I look at the world and I notice it's turning
while my guitar gently weeps

Music was a powerful thing. It could transform one’s mood, it could comfort, it could inspire... So it was really no wonder that his mind had wandered during the brief time, for music was often the way he found his thoughts. Tonight, he found they had gotten away from him, and he studied his own movements, contemplative. He listened intently, observing the pluck of each string and the sound it made in time with the rest. It was something that came naturally to him as breathing, and yet this, he assumed, was why it so often conveyed the mood he was in. He pondered it a moment, focusing solely on the tune.

A voice cut through the notes as well as the night sounds around them. Often Kubo found the forests of the animated realm to be deathly quiet, but here in the camp things were different. The fire crackled in front of them; behind, the quiet chatter of the resistance at rest filled the air. But this voice, as soon as he registered it, he knew it was for him.

He smiled, despite himself. He had been so concentrated on a more upbeat melody after his unexpected turn that he must have looked a little too intent. Without missing a beat, his eye found hers (the other - or where his other eye had been - was mercifully covered with an eyepatch once more). A young woman, light hair, fair skin, sitting not far from him.

Nimble fingers continued to play, the tortoiseshell pick in his hand, but his gaze was now on the woman who had captured his attention. "Thank you," he said, albeit a bit bashfully. Kubo was hardly the modest type - more often than not he was a show-off - but tonight's mood had thrown him into a more thoughtful mood. The portal did in general, causing the usually lighthearted young man to take caution.

Here, however, he needn't worry about the strangers that had banded together at this encampment. He saw the bandage on her arm and decided not to bring attention to it; Kubo had had a quiet journey here but not all could be so lucky every time. Instead of commenting on it, he did what he did best and just kept playing, distracting with a bit of conversation to take both their minds off the dangers that lurked beyond their campsite.

"I've been playing since I could pick this thing up. My mother taught me," he said, keeping his tone light. "You should have heard her play, she was a wonder." Being used to having to keep his stories of her vague to best conceal his identity, he nearly forgot that he didn't have to keep their shared magic a secret. He was tempted to get carried away, but he refrained, turning the subject to the young woman leaning toward him instead. "You a fan of music?"

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