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[Day 282] I'm covering my ears like kid... [OPEN]
Who: Rin, Oshawott, Kintaro (the Tepig)
Open: Open
When: Day 282, evening
Where: The Monument
What: The loss of a brother
Format: Will match!
Warnings: Rin's temper. :|
[Speaking to Otoha had taken up a decent chunk of Rin's afternoon. Not that she minded, it had been a nice conversation about the things he had planted via shards among other things, and the company was enjoyable. But she did have other things to do, like bringing dinner to the hospital once evening rolled around. After all, it wasn't like Yukio was going to drag himself away from his work to get food on his own.
With a happy hum and a tail wag, Rin headed to the hospital with Kintaro at her heels. She had no idea anything was even remotely off until she stepped through the entrance doors.
And that's when she saw Oshawott sitting on the floor in the lobby area, making distressed noises that almost sounded like crying. Rin entering got his attention, causing him to run over to her. He was chattering so fast she could barely catch what he was trying to tel her, but soon enough he had her hand in his tiny paw and was tugging her to Yukio's office.
... which was frighteningly empty.
His books, files, notepads were all still there, but her brother was nonexistent.
Feeling a tightness in her chest that she didn't want to feel, she tried to justify his absence, saying aloud that maybe he was with a patient, or had stepped out for a moment.
But Oshawott shook his head, and a word was understood that made her heart sink completely to her feet.
"Skyway."
Grabbing both Oshawott and Kintaro up she bolted from the hospital, calling Yukio's name frantically as tears burned painfully in the corners of her eyes. He couldn't, he wouldn't--
There was no reply. No chastising voice telling her calm down, keep her voice down. Not even a distant glint of light off familiar glasses.
As night came across the Bastion that evening, Rin wouldn't return to the kitchen nor to her apartment. Curled up with a still-crying Oshawott in her lap and Kintaro at her side, she sat in front of the Monument, face blotched red but tears no longer falling.
Just a blank stare out to the space far beyond the edge of the floating land that was their current home.]
Open: Open
When: Day 282, evening
Where: The Monument
What: The loss of a brother
Format: Will match!
Warnings: Rin's temper. :|
[Speaking to Otoha had taken up a decent chunk of Rin's afternoon. Not that she minded, it had been a nice conversation about the things he had planted via shards among other things, and the company was enjoyable. But she did have other things to do, like bringing dinner to the hospital once evening rolled around. After all, it wasn't like Yukio was going to drag himself away from his work to get food on his own.
With a happy hum and a tail wag, Rin headed to the hospital with Kintaro at her heels. She had no idea anything was even remotely off until she stepped through the entrance doors.
And that's when she saw Oshawott sitting on the floor in the lobby area, making distressed noises that almost sounded like crying. Rin entering got his attention, causing him to run over to her. He was chattering so fast she could barely catch what he was trying to tel her, but soon enough he had her hand in his tiny paw and was tugging her to Yukio's office.
... which was frighteningly empty.
His books, files, notepads were all still there, but her brother was nonexistent.
Feeling a tightness in her chest that she didn't want to feel, she tried to justify his absence, saying aloud that maybe he was with a patient, or had stepped out for a moment.
But Oshawott shook his head, and a word was understood that made her heart sink completely to her feet.
"Skyway."
Grabbing both Oshawott and Kintaro up she bolted from the hospital, calling Yukio's name frantically as tears burned painfully in the corners of her eyes. He couldn't, he wouldn't--
There was no reply. No chastising voice telling her calm down, keep her voice down. Not even a distant glint of light off familiar glasses.
As night came across the Bastion that evening, Rin wouldn't return to the kitchen nor to her apartment. Curled up with a still-crying Oshawott in her lap and Kintaro at her side, she sat in front of the Monument, face blotched red but tears no longer falling.
Just a blank stare out to the space far beyond the edge of the floating land that was their current home.]
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... Hey, Rin-chan, did you want anything? Need something? Maybe some... jerky or tissues or something???
Or should Ibuki just stay here with you for now, Rin-chan?
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And with the kid raised by a priest]... we can go back to the kitchen.
[Bon will probably come looking for her eventually, better to be somewhere that he knows she would be.]
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Okay, okay... let's go, then. It's not healthy to sit around on your tushie all day, after all, so, so, good idea.
[She'll stand up, before gently tugging Rin to stand up with her]
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'kay...
[Rin gets up, shifting Oshawott in her arms. Kintaro is more than happy to walk on the ground, though, being the less upset of the three.]
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[Ibuki leads Rin toward the kitchen as she talks]
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[It's not that she doesn't trust Ibuki. She does! But she's already going to so much trouble for her...]
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[Even Rin has to smile at that a tiny bit.]
I'unno, somethin' light I guess?
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[Rin will just quietly sit down and continue hugging Oshawott. He needs it just as much as she does.]
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[Sort of.]
I mean... kinda. I didn't really have any friends until recently...
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First the island before she showed up at the Bastion, and now...
[And now on a piece of land after so much has been blown up. Anyway, Ibuki starts grabbing some ingredients to make something light
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You're lucky then...
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It'd be nice if I could've made some friends before everything started going all bad and wrong, though.
Well, there was Ibuki's old band, but...
[But it was pretty much her fault that had fallen apart]
A-anyway, don't you have a bunch of friends here, too, Rin-chan?
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Yeah. Now I do. I didn't always.
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[Though "keeping friends" implies that she had them to begin with.]
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[Ibuki nods and hesitates a bit]
They just... kind of get tired of Ibuki? Or something like that.
'That joke wasn't funny.' 'You're exhausting, slow down.'... they start saying stuff like that after not too long, and then they just... stop having anything to do with me.
... Until the Island... until the Bastion, I've... always kind of felt a little lonely.
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[Wow, that's shitty.]
Well, y'know what, if they treat you like that just for bein' yourself then they weren't worth your time to begin with.
I don't find you annoyin' or anythin' so the rest of them can just suck it.
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[She finishes up the meal
(it's... nicely prepared, whatever it is because I'm still too lazy to think of something aahh-), putting it down in front of Rin]... I'm really glad to have you as my friend, Rin-chan.
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[She's joking.
... maybe.
Poor Shiro...]... I'm glad to have you as my friend, too.
[She gives a thankful nod and take the food, clapping her hands together with a quick "thanks for the meal" before digging in.]
Mm... this is really good.
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It's thanks to having the best chef in the Bastion as her teacher, Rin-chan! Thank you!
Perhaps someday, Ibuki's cook-fu will be strong enough that we can have a cook-off against each other!
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[It's also her only real skill outside of fighting, but details...]
You're gettin' there, though.
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Then again, then again, she's not the Super High School Level Cook like Teruteru-chan, soooooooooo- maybe not! But Ibuki will do her best to level up her cooking prowess!
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gosh if Ibuki gets back her memories...
ahaha... ha...
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