realmofstories | Entry 002

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Entry 002

Characters: Kazuma Asougi | Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde and anyone!
Campaign: Break
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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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[Here is Shizuo, just casually carrying a tree slung over his shoulder as if it were a fishing pole, along with the cans of frosting and whatever pastries remains from his original purchase (he finished off his hot chocolate while Disciple was looking at trees and may have snacked some as well). The sight is enough to clear the way for them, at least, so no need to worry about crowded streets. He will kind of find Disciple's need to buy more decorations a bit...excessive, but whatever. Maybe the guy likes decorating? Whatever will help with the holiday spirit.

But he'll take whatever bags Disciple hands him. It's a bit of a juggle, but he just has them over his other shoulder and can still carry it with relative ease thanks to his strength. After the next bag, though, Shizuo will just eye the man.]

I think this is plenty.

Hm? [But, he has to have the best and most decorations. Seeing what they already have though...maybe it is a bit much.] Right. [He carefully puts back the ornament he had been staring at and continues on then. The only other time he stops is in front of a snow globe stand. He seem fascinated by them, admiring the small worlds inside them, some of them playing music.

The salesman notice him eyeing his wares and entices him to make a purchases, which he declines and moves on, like he hadn't been staring at their stall.]

[Bro. Some of these don't even match each other your tree is going to look weird if you use them all.

Shizuo just sighs when Disciple puts down the ornament and just silently follows after like he always had...until he watches the man stop by the snowglobe stand. Now, Shizuo didn't really have much else to do other than look around or watch Disciple figure out what he wanted to buy. But this is the first time the guy seemed to be legitimately interested in something, so he's going to be still at the stall and look at Disciple's retreating back.]

Sure you don't want it?

[He gives him a look and then back at the snow globes, shaking his head. As fascinating as they are, what use would he have with them?] We have a tree to decorate. [He continues on, hoping his home is still standing by the time they get back.]

[Shizuo hesitates for a moment, but it seems the seller is going to hold out the snowglobe in question for him with a wink.

...Why do people keep looking at them like that...

Anyway, he'll just ponder a moment longer before managing to pull out a few coins from his bag to make a quick purchase, stuffing the box into it. He'll then catch up to Disciple, hopefully before he noticed he had lagged behind.]

Where are you going to put it?

[This man is entirely oblivious to the whispering crowd as they walked. Probably because he's used to being stared at back home that he habitually ignores the riffraff.]

The sitting room, I suppose. That's where most people put their trees, right?

Think so. The whole Christmas tree thing isn't really that big in Japan except for commercial markets. But usually see it around in big rooms or by fireplaces.

. . .Japan? [That's where he originally came from, right...? Too bad he can't remember anything, but how else does he know Japanese?]

Yeah, that's where I'm from.

[Disciple kind of looks Japanese himself, but Shizuo isn't one to make assumptions because of the whole different worlds thing.]

[He hums quietly.] What's it like there?

What's it like?

[...UH.....]

Well... The country is a big chain of large islands, and where I live, Ikebukuro, is part of the Tokyo, the capital and one of the largest cities. Dunno if it's bigger, but it's a lot busier than this place. We have a lot of shrines and traditions... ...I dunno, what exactly do you wanna know?

[He tried.]

[His brows were furrow as if he was trying to concentrate really hard on something. Whatever he was thinking about, it didn't bring any success as he sighs a moment later.]

Forget it. [He honestly wouldn't know what to ask for specifically, and based on past conversation, Shizuo's Japan seems more modern. They reach his home and it was thankfully still standing, if not with a few more holes. He moves the gingerbread door aside, making room for Shizuo to enter. His home was far too spacious for one person to live in, but it was brimming with books, paperwork, and other gizmos a doctor's home would have.]

[...Hm. Shizuo doesn't think Disciple would brush it all aside so easily, so he wonders if there's something else to it.

Or maybe his inability to think of major cultural cues and not sound like some random tourist guidebook is that frustrating.

So he just shrugs and continues to follow Disciple until they reach his home, not finding it too weird that it's much too big for one person. His place is the same way.]

Which room should I put this?

[Technically he knows which, but not actually where.]

Here. [He'll direct him to the sitting room, gesturing near the fireplace as he drops his bags onto the floor.]

[And setting the tree down along with all the other ~~random crap~~ decorations Disciple had ~~needlessly~~ bought. He'll also set his bag down on a chair, making sure it's out of the way.]

...Do you want to call some other people to help with this? Might help in bringing in more of a festive mood. [Instead of just themselves.]

[He gives him a look. Does he have to?]

I feel a headache coming just thinking about it. [Sounds exhausting too. He starts taking the decorations out of one of the bags.] I bought some things to decorate the home, I think that's what they're for.

[Maybe???

A slightly irritated sigh as he tries to help since, well, that's what he's here for. But where does he even start?]

Just saying that the whole Christmas and holiday thing is about being with friends and family and spending time with them, having fun. Just getting a tree and decorating is almost half-assing it.

You say that as if I have either of those here. [The house creaks, threatening to make more holes on him. He shakes his head.] Can't I observe the holiday in peace? Does it have to be loud and full of socializing?

[...Hrmf. He has a point.]

No, suppose not. So long as you actually are enjoying it.

I hope it doesn't involve singing. [He pulls out some silver garland to wrap around the tree.] Why do we decorate a tree anyway? [It's not a condescending question, he was genuinely curious. He honestly never saw himself doing this to think about it.]

Doesn't have to unless you actually like doing it. [It does make him think of his brother for a moment as he picks out a few ornaments.]

But as for the tree... ...I don't actually know. [...Hmmm.] I'm sure there's some reason, but guess it's just for fun now.

I know presents go under them. Sometimes people put presents in socks as well? [Which is even odder to him.]

Yeah, stockings. We don't really do it that much, though.

Hm. [He'll quietly ponder this as he decorates the tree. He doesn't say much else, content with organizing the decorations in silence. He may not visibly seem to be enjoying himself, but he likes being productive. This was something different to him, and kind of fun to put up decorations the way he wants it.]

No, put that snowflake ornament by the bird.

[Shizuo it just putting things where he thinks they might look good, so he's caught a little off guard by the sudden order.]

Which bird?

[There are like. Three.]

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