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

[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.]

[scary_music]

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.]

[scary_music]

...

... 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.]

[scary_music]

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.]

[scary_music]

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]

1/2

[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.]

2/2

[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!

[windgod]

[Politely, and with as much dignity as a loser can have, Ippo smiled and clapped for the winner. He'd always been a particular good sport.]

Congratulations! What did you win?

[scary_music]

Hmmm...

Ibuki will have to decide on that later! For now, it's a mystery to everybody!

[windgod]

Fair enough.

[He said with a chuckle, following her out into the sunshine and fresh air, taking a deep breath of it. He'd always had a dislike for the sterile taste of hospital air...just didn't feel right in the lungs.]

I guess the nearest stop now would be the apartments, you haven't seen those yet have you?

[scary_music]

I haven't! Does Ibuki get to pick a room?

Ibuki should probably pick up her guitar from the kitchen, first!

[windgod]

Good idea!

[He said with a start, moving back towards the kitchen and stretching his arms out. The air was definitely starting to get warmer, so much so that the jogging suit he was in was starting to feel uncomfortable. He wasn't working out anymore, so without thinking, he removed it and slung it over his shoulder.

Belying the look his saggy hoodie gave his body, beneath was a figure seemingly cut from stone. Muscles that bulged against his skin without him even having to flex, rippling against the white sleeveless shirt he was wearing, all but threatening to tear through the fabric. On his left shoulder, three long, jagged scars ran across it and down his chest, presumably to the left pectoral.

If Ibuki hadn't believed he looked like a boxer before, he definitely looked the part now...despite the cheerful, boyish smile on his face.]

It hasn't been this hot as of late...I think we're heading into the fall season now, probably in the middle of it considering it's usually pretty windy around. I hope so, I really enjoy the fall.

[scary_music]

Wow, somebody here looks ripped!

[That could be referring to Ippo's muscles or his scars...]

Hm... Ibuki doesn't mind most weather! There's always something different in each season that you can't do in the others!

[windgod]

True...though I've never really been a fan of the winter.

[Partly because it impaired his training, partly because he never really did anything winterly in terms of activity...and mostly for a personal reason. A painful memory tucked away in the back of his head, one he didn't like thinking about.]

Fall though, it's always so festive. Maybe I can convince people to set up a festival...

[He said thoughtfully, tapping a finger to his chin.]

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What about snowball fights? You could practice your dodging!

[Of course, Ibuki has an easy idea for what she could do for the festival-]

Ibuki could always put on a performance! Maybe you and who Ibuki finds for bass could be ready by then!

[windgod]

That's definitely possible

[He said, already liking the idea of it. They had enough people around who knew how to cook, it wasn't like festival food was that hard to make anyways. Cheap, greasy, and delicious; a rare treat that time only made even more of a treat.]

I'll ask around, see who's interested. After all this energy nonsense, I think we could do with something fun.

[scary_music]

DENIED!

Ibuki will scout out the bass player.

[Sure, Ippo had a lot of promise as the drummer, but that didn't mean he knew what sort of people would be suited for bass]

[Also, this was one of the few things that Ibuki felt she had to take charge of]