Day 241 [OPEN] - Wakeup call

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Who: Ibuki Mioda and whoever!
Open: Open forever
When: Day 241, very early in the morning
Where: Around the Monument.
What: Ibuki Mioda arrives at the Bastion... loudly.
Format: Log, but willing to switch to other formats!
Warnings: Scary ghost! 2 spooky!

It was just only becoming daylight at the Bastion when a new arrival would show: A young lady with wild hair. There was nothing particularly extraodinary about her, unless one was to notice the "horns" on her head; but that was only her hair styled to resemble such a feature.

She looked a bit confused and travel-worn; but a one hour walk was really nothing to her. Ibuki was far from exhausted.

And now that she arrived at what appeared to be civilization, where should she go? The apparent center of the village seemed like a good start.

"Yoohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?!" she shouted once she reached the Monument, apparently having no regard for people who may still be sleeping, "Hellooooooooooooooooooooo?! Is anybody here?!"

If nobody came out to answer, she'd have to start invading buildings...

[Edit: Now that she's been given the lowdown on the situation, ... you can still feel free to come across her being loud. Ibuki wants to meet new people!]

[Edit of nostalgic regret: This was before I had Ibuki use -chan and made up weird nicknames instead...]

Comments

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It's a good thing Ibuki is not obsessed with it in the same way the person who made the donut trees is with donuts

[windgod]

True...one dessert bearing tree is enough for one lifetime I think. I suppose we could always ask Mireille or Rin about it, they'd probably know how to make it from scratch.

[Thanks to Rin, he was an okay cook, but the two women together were more skilled than he could ever hope to be on his own.]

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We can worry about that later!

But how's your head doing, now? If you tricked Ibuki and actually have a concussion, she'll never forgive you.

[Ibuki, he wouldn't suddenly have a concussion now...]

[windgod]

Really? It'd be terrible if you and your twin were that upset with me...

[A bashful smile and a sheepish rub of the back of his head let him know that the wound was all but closed...not that Ibuki would know that though.]

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Another Ibuki?!

Ibuki is not sure if the world could handle two of her!

[She's not going to be tricked again by you so easily, Ippo]

[windgod]

If what Colin told me is true...there's technically an infinite number of yous that exist.

[An infinite army of Ibuki's. He could only imagine what kind of concert that would be.]

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If Ibuki met even one other Ibuki...

...

...

Ibuki doesn't think they'd be able to agree on who gets to be the lead singer.

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Ibuki only wants one Ibuki!

[windgod]

Well, no one Ibuki would be quite the same. For all intents and purposes, you are the only Ibuki in any universe who's you.

[It was a comforting thought among the vastness of the universe...or universes as Ippo had come to understand. It made one feel at least unique despite their small place in the grand scheme of things.]

What I can say for certain though, is the Ibuki in front of me is pretty cool.

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Ibuki is happy that you think so! Ippo is cool, too, when he's not falling down!

Hm... Hopefully, we'll never see evil twins of ourselves!

[windgod]

...I don't even think I'd look good with a mustache and goatee...

[A sobering thought. He hadn't gotten any facial hair as of yet, maybe he wouldn't, but if it ever did happen he hoped that wasn't what his body decided to give him.]

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A mustache and goatee wouldn't fit Ibuki at all!!

[windgod]

Then let's really hope we never have to see that.

[No really, evil twins would be absolutely horrible. He'd seen enough horrible, impossible things here; dopplegangers need not apply.]

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...

... Actually, I think Ibuki would laugh a lot if another Ibuki showed up looking like that.

[windgod]

It would be funny...but I'd sooner than not contend with evil me.

[It wasn't a prospect he wanted to put too much thought into. Not because it was impossible, but because of the exact opposite.]

[scary_music]

Ibuki could definitely use a break from anything evil!

... ... Is there anybody that lives here that's evil?

[windgod]

No, not at all. Some of us have different views on right and wrong, but everyone I've met here are good people.

[He said, sounding supremely confident in the statement. Sure, some people were mischievous, but no one here would ever do anything he'd label as evil. He was sure of it.]

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O-KAY, Ibuki will trust your word on that!

... If you're feeling better, let's get out of here. Being in a hospital feels weird to Ibuki, for some reason...

[windgod]

[Ippo nodded, hopping off the table and for once that day landed perfectly on his feet.]

I've never really cared much for them either.

[He said with a nod, heading out towards the exit.]

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Hmm... Ippo, let's have a race!

[And without waiting for Ippo to acknowledge what she said, she sprints ahead]

[windgod]

[For a few seconds, Ippo stood stunned, taken aback by Ibuki's sudden departure. Thankfully, he was quick on the uptake and got down, crouching into his boxing stance and then jolting off in a burst of wind.

It wasn't often, even during roadwork that he put his full effort into movement. His body was as tense as a coiled spring, his movements like a flash of lighting, and if Ibuki managed to keep from blinking, she'd see a flash of black hair dart past her in a rapid blur.

Here, he was at home. He was lightning, he was the wind.

It felt fantastic.]

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Hwah!?

[Yeah Ibuki may keep in pretty good shape, but she's not a professional runner by any means. Even with the small head start, there's no way she could keep up with that kind of speed]

Ippopo is fast! Watch out for that wall!

[Of course, with that blur of motion, she couldn't tell actually tell if the boxer was headed for a collision or not]

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[windgod]

[There was a wall rushing up to meet him, right next to the door. With all the grace and self control a year and a half of non-stop training can give a person, he placed his feet sideways and planted them hard.

It was like he simply stepped out of the wind as he came to an abrupt stop, two visible gusts of wind blowing off either side of him with his fists raised in front of him.]

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[windgod]

[And as if nothing had happened, he moved forward slightly and pushed the front door open, gesturing for Ibuki to exit before him.]

After you!

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[Ibuki crosses the threshold and-]

Ibuki wins!