Entry 002

[chippedsoul]

Characters: Kazuma Asougi | Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde and anyone!
Campaign: Break
Format: [ brackets ] preferred
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Summary: The campaign has ended and the Disicple is busy at work, finding a means to control his essence.


[A - Gardening 101]
[There's a greenhouse attached to the home the Disciple had been assigned to. Though he didn't have much of a green thumb himself, he understands he needs to know a few things to make his medicines. He's been holding off on figuring out stuff thanks to the whole "fixing the story" thing, but now that he's back in the Index, he's been working nonstop to setup the labs and work on finding a means to keep his essence under control.

In order to use the greenhouse though, he'll need plants. So the first opportunity he gets, he heads for the markets, to gather some seeds, potted plants and some gardening tools for the greenhouse. Being able to hull everything back though is another thing. It doesn't help that there seem to be rouge snowmen trying to hinder him by dumping snow or throwing snowballs at him. At least he's sure the snowmans are up to something. No one seems convinced when he points them out though.] Hey-! You saw that, didn't you? [He ask whomever is near him. The snowman at this point would have stopped moving, posing like snowman's normally do.]

[Once he's gotten whatever he could take back with him, he'll be seen working in the greenhouse of his home, even into the dead of night, the lights coming on inside. There are some days smoke seems to be coming from the building, as he busily experiments with medicine making. Nothing has exploded, not yet anyway.]

[B-That's how the cookie crumbles]
[Waking up to his home partially made of gingerbread is not a great way to start your day. he chose to ignore the bizarre occurrence at first, assuming it'll return to normal, but then parts of his home starts to crumble apart from the snow falling outside, leaving holes here and there.] What the hell... [As he walks outside to survey the damage, he pulls off the front door, it having turned into gingerbread as well. How is he supposed to stop this??]

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Comments

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[hatesviolence]

[Shizuo just happened to be passing through where Disciple lived, which actually wasn't too far from his own current abode. His house has also been turned into gingerbread, but seeing it happen to everyone else had kept him from panicking too much about it. He did worry about all the electrical wiring and lamps, but... Well it seemed to be standing (and the wiring turned into licorice or something he does not know he does not want to tempt fate).

Anyway.

He'll happen to hear Disciple and turn and look towards him in surprise. Huh.]

Disciple?

[chippedsoul]

[He turns his head when called.] Hey. [And that's all he'll get as he starts walking around the home and toward the greenshouse attached to the side of the house. It still hasn't been turned into gingerbread, thankfully. Shizuo can see just fine what's wrong without him having to explain.]

[hatesviolence]

[He can see the damage, yep. He'll hesitate first before approaching the house to take a better look. ...Hm.]

What happened?

[chippedsoul]

I'm...not sure. The house just suddenly started to turn into this. [Gesturing to the crumbly gingerbread.] I was just reading in my studies when parts of the roof fell and made a hole.

[hatesviolence]

Aah, yeah my place changed, too. But nothing's fallen apart...yet, anyway. [Maybe he should check on it after this...

Anyway.]

I can help try putting it back together.

[chippedsoul]

Is that so? [He huffs with his hands on his hips.] How are we supposed to keep it together? With glue? [Cause a hammer and some nails sound like a bad idea.]

[hatesviolence]

It's a gingerbread house, right? Shouldn't it be frosting?

[He's very serious.]

[chippedsoul]

[um.] ...This isn't supposed to be a gingerbread house. [He's not wrong, in a sense, but it's still ridiculous.] I doubt frosting will keep this much gingerbread standing.

[hatesviolence]

Well...yeah, but that's what everyone's homes are being turned into. You can't use cement or glue for a gingerbread house.

[That's like. Common sense, Disciple, even he knows that.]

[chippedsoul]

Is there no way to reverse this? [The idea of covering his home in frosting is just too ridiculous for the Disciple apparently.]

[hatesviolence]

[Just a shrug.]

No one else seems too worried about, so maybe it's normal. [And he's going along with it more easily than he probably should, but when he thinks about all the weird magic they've seen around this place...

...Yeah.]

But if it's magic, there might be something.

[chippedsoul]

[He sighs.] Of course, something I'm no expert at. Maybe the locals know something then, if they're not concerned.

[hatesviolence]

Should we try asking them?

markets; backdated to earlier jan

[starseeing]

[ He'll be reaching for the exact same seeds as her, her gloved hand unwittingly brushing against his. ] Oh, pardon--....

[ And then she sees just who it is. ] Sir... Disciple?

[ --Ah. She had meant to contact him earlier. Earlier than this. For what it's worth, she looks completely normal. But in truth, recovery has been slower than she would have liked it be, frustratingly so at times, what with her Essence's healing magic being far less potent that her original source. However, she is faring a hundred times better than when he had last seen her. At her home she is now able to mostly care for herself, stretch the side of torso, and even inhale completely so long as she supports the area with external pressure. Instead of completely broken bones, they are but busied, hairline fractures in the process of healing.

In short, it's tolerable and bearable enough for her to be out on her own without it being a bother so long as she doesn't exert herself. And shopping for seeds has never been exerting, so here she is.




Smiling at him. ] Oh, goodness, I didn't expect to meet you here!

[chippedsoul]

[Here is a man who normally isn't startled by many things, nearly dropping his bag of seeds by just hearing her familiar voice.] -! [He stares in shock by her presence and just....casually greeting him like nothing is wrong!]

. . . [He frowns, turning his attention back to the merchant to make his purchase, pretending he hadn't heard her. He would have been fine, if she chose to avoid him. He had expected it, but then again, this was Ophilia. She wouldn't bat an eye towards a dragon and have tea time with it.]

[starseeing]

[ Is he ignoring her? A frown, and then...

She dips her head, mindful of the packet of seeds in her own hand. ] ...Is... everything alright?

[chippedsoul]

...I should be asking you that. [Why would she ask him, when he wasn't the one who got badly injured? She at least, seems visibly fine now, which is assuring.]

[starseeing]

[ ---Ah. That's what bothering him. And, of course it would.... Sure, she had been injured, but he was the one who basically had is mind taken over by another entity. That can't exactly be pleasant.

Ophilia straightens up, handing some coin over to the merchant for the seeds. ] ....Are you free to talk, Sir Disciple?

[chippedsoul]

...After I'm finished here. [But why? Did he want this discussion to happen? Maybe he should decline, remind her to mind her own business and stop running into him. After making his purchase, he walks off to another stall. Did he actually need something, or just stalling?]

[starseeing]

[ Ohpilia is... going to be a little confused when he just ups and walks away from her. But she will wait patiently for him for when he's done shopping. ]

[chippedsoul]

[His attention is with the merchant, negotiating the cost of the potted plant he was eyeing. All the while, taking this time to think about of what's to come. Once his purchase has been made, he turns to her.]

Can we speak somewhere in private?

[starseeing]

Of course. [ She says. ] Do you wish to speak, perhaps, somewhere in a park? Or perhaps either of our homes?

[chippedsoul]

The... [He frowns. He doesn't really want to be carrying around this potted plant the whole time. He sighs.] My place then. [He'll start walking in a direction, expecting her to follow.]

[starseeing]

[ TIME SKIP TO HIS PLACE, HEYOO....!


Ophilia will enter, removing her boots quietly, and it's only with the stretch of the bend and the movement to straighten that she finally winces with exertion, a hand going to support her side. But it passes, and she's hoping that he doesn't notice. Either way, she'll sit wherever he offers a seat, hands folded politely in her lap.

There's no real elegant way of starting a conversation about this, but she'll try her best. ] How....

Are you doing? Well, I hope? [ He seems well enough. She smiles appealingly. ]

[chippedsoul]

[If he did notice, he doesn't say anything to her right then. He'll escort her into the lounging area on the first floor. His home was far too big for one person to live in alone, quiet besides the creaking of the wood and the fire crackling from the fireplace. The Disciple pours her a cup of hot tea as she talks.]

You're still recovering I see.

[And immediately deflects the attention back onto her. Looks like he didn't miss her little reaction at the door.]