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Post by Sakura no Yokai on Apr 16, 2018 10:54:27 GMT -5
Utaku Hisui Mirumoto AikoAs evening drew closer to the night hours reports of strange noises on the floor containing Mirumoto Sakura's room. Sounds of whispers on the wind, of occasional footsteps echoing in the halls only to see no one outside the rooms. Despite the weather outside some had even reported the very air on the floor bore an unnatural chill.
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Apr 16, 2018 17:43:08 GMT -5
Hisui is wandering the halls herself. She's still looking for the familiar, still trying to see what she might recall. The halls of the dorm were a comfort. She began to hum an old tune as she walked around.
Until she heard the sounds. The little noises. She decides to approach.
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Post by Sakura no Yokai on Apr 17, 2018 19:04:54 GMT -5
The noises get louder as Hisui heads down the hallway toward their source. As she travels down her path the sights begin to stir old memories of a simpler time - of her time in the school as a student and a young actress who diligently worked on her lines when she was in the room, which seemed to be rare because of late rehearsals with her private tutor in preparation for an audition for the Senzai-za that never came. And possibly of her roommate Utaku Chiaki, whom had a much happier outlook on life then before the realities of life struck and before she became the Thunder of the Unicorn Clan.
As she arrives at the door to what was Shosuro Sakura's room almost a quarter-century the sounds seem to stop.
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Apr 17, 2018 19:14:47 GMT -5
The memories are tinged with familiarity, but she knows they're not hers. She'd been aware of some of these, but never first-hand. She hadn't been there to experience them, to witness them for herself. It's a glimpse into someone else's mind, and Hisui almost feels as if she's violating an old friend's privacy by doing so. She tries not to look too closely, as a gesture of respect, and she feels relieve when the sounds stop.
Until she realizes who this room used to belong to.
Her hand reaches out, touching the surface of the door. She feels it with her fingers, the name at the tip of her tongue. After that close encounter in the presence of Mirumoto Sakura, Hisui knew her old friend's specter lingered. But not this way, not like this. Then again, this was a dream. Things could get strange in dreams.
She hesitates. Her muscles twitch. And then she knocks twice, not sure if she wants to expect or not.
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Post by Sakura no Yokai on Apr 19, 2018 6:32:52 GMT -5
No answer comes from the knock at the door, instead it slowly creaks open just a smidge. That's when Hisui would feel it -- the chill from the room began to slowly flow out into the hallway, the (slightly) warmer air in the hallway causing a fog to form around the Utaku's feet as it gradually filled the hallway.
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Apr 19, 2018 6:36:22 GMT -5
She shivers from the sudden cold. Well, that's not ominous at all.
She pauses, thinking of turning back. Consulting a shugenja. Drawing her sword. In the end, it is the action she doesn't think of that she performs. She takes a step inside, putting on a smile as she steps over the threshold.
"Pardon me for the intrusion."
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Post by Sakura no Yokai on Apr 20, 2018 9:34:26 GMT -5
When Hisui opened the door she found herself in a dark room devoid of anything but dust and the light of the Obsidian Moon shining through the window. There were no signs that anyone had been in the room for years and yet the unmistakable chill was strongest here.
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Apr 20, 2018 9:44:56 GMT -5
She sighs, and then checks if she feels herself flick her cheeks. She felt that, for sure. "Well, I'm awake, so this isn't me in a trance."
She looks around. This had been Shosuro Sakura's room. She'd never been inside and barely remembered where it was, but the memories from outside were undeniable. Hisui tries to ignore the dust and focuses on the light of the moon. This was not what she expected when she made her way here.
Is it too much of a coincidence to think this is also Mirumoto Sakura-san's room? She shudders, from the cold and the thought.
"Senpai, is this really you or is the dream falling apart already?"
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Post by Sakura no Yokai on Apr 23, 2018 9:14:29 GMT -5
The silence that comes in return is almost deafening, but then strange whispers begin to fill her ears, snippets of a conversation from long ago.
"Congrats, Sakura-chan!"
"Oh, Ietsuna-kun and I aren't together... yet."
"Yes, Ikoma Emiko. She is my best friend, I love her a lot... I'm not surprised you haven't met her."
"What do you mean she's disappeared?"
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Apr 23, 2018 9:20:52 GMT -5
The past. Hisui sometimes felt defined by it. And now here she was, hearing pieces of it. What did Ikoma Emiko have to do with anything? She remembered a Bayushi Ietsuna from drama club. The rest, however, were strange and unknown to her. But important to Sakura.
"Senpai, is there something you're trying to tell me?"
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