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Open Post;
[Today in ye olde open post, there is a tiny kid up in your character's business or alternatively your character is up there in his business! He might seem familiar or he might not, but no matter what the case he seems kind of timid. Approach?
Choose your poison (Which would be the actual bitty Kyousuke or the Feather version) and setting, feel free to treat this as a voice test too.]
Choose your poison (Which would be the actual bitty Kyousuke or the Feather version) and setting, feel free to treat this as a voice test too.]
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Well, alright then]
Interesting party trick there... ah, thanks. Now let's seeee~ Japan, Japan, Japan... [He spread out the map on the bed before him and started to try and find Japan when-] Hey, wait a minute, 1930? Why're you using such an outdated map?
[And it was recently used too, judging by how manhandled and fresh the drawings were on it - one of the lines helpfully led back to Japan too. Well, he supposed it wasn't a problem since he doubted Japan would've moved more than a few inches in the next eighty years, but it still struck him as quite strange. In fact, who even carried a physical map within easy reach these days? GPS on a smartphone was much more helpful...]
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And this map's only nine years old. We don't have a lot of money, and it's not like the world changes that quickly. [Which means that Kaz has managed the monumental feat of teleporting into another dimension and into the past to boot! Kyousuke might be shrugging like the smug know-it-all he'll eventually become, but this could get bad soon.]
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Nine years old? Oh, yeah, uh, that makes sense. Not to buy a new one, I mean. It's only... nine years old...
[So, it was 1939 here. That was important, wasn't it? It was prodding at him as being important, because even if this world had strangely named countries, they were eerily familiar to his world's, enough so that he wondered if everything else, down to history was similar too. Borders were made through history, after all. So, 1939, how was that important again...?
For an embarrassingly long moment, Kazuya stared at the date on the map uncomprehendingly - until the anvil dropped. 1939. 1939. FUCKING HITLER]
Wait, it's World War 2 right now?! [Oh, fuck! No, wait, he shouldn't be shouting that - of course it was WWII! Way to look fucking suspicious, Kazuya!] I mean- uh. I mean, just, uh, double checking, i-it's... it's 1939 right now...?
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Um...are you okay, mister? Sorry if it seems rude, but it kind of sounds like you might be from somewhere else or you lost your memories...does your head hurt?
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[He could feel an incoming migraine from this mess. Normally the dimensions he fell into were around the same time period - just how far down did he fall into the Amala Universe this time? Were the worlds even lined up in chronological order? Ugh, thinking about it was painful...]
Ah, look, it's pretty complicated but... it doesn't matter. I know how to get back.
[He looked over the map again - Japan was where it was meant to be. Maybe he could do a direct jump to his world from this one? With so many similarities, they had to be within a stone's throw from each other. Though, last time he did something like that, he ended up pinballing between different dimensions for a good few hours, which had been nausea-inducing. No, maybe it'd be best to just jump back to the demon world and try again from there - he knew which direction to travel to from there, at least]
Erm, in theory, anyway- I sound totally crazy. Never mind. Go back to bed, kid, and, uh, pretend this was all a weird dream.
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His tone is rather more insistent the next time around, clearly wanting Kaz to stay for now.]
But I don't want to go back to bed. It still hurts, and I want to know more about you before you go. [Oh, never let it be said that Kyousuke couldn't be a sneaky bastard even as a child. Some things never change!]
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Okay, okay, fine. [He pushed the map to the side and patted the clear space with his hand. Too soft, an insidious voice purred in the back of his mind, but Kazuya ignored it. Who would believe a young kid like this if he rambled about time travelling teenagers anyway? It'd be even better if he cleaned up the evidence too, i.e whatever bumps and bruises he gave the poor thing (plus he felt really bad about it)] C'mere and I'll make it stop hurting. You can ask questions during that, but then, nope, nadda, you'll get nothing else from me once I'm done. Deal?
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Oh, and my name's Hyoubu Kyousuke. It's nice to meet you! [Even if you could have done it without breaking my ribs and my bed...]
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[Kazuya smirked slightly, though it seemed like he wasn't going to share the joke as he reached out and started poking and prodding the brat to see where the worst of the damage was. Cracked ribs, oi... this kid seriously had steel nerves to sit and chat so casually when getting an injury like that.
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Or, he was used to it. Kazuya frowned at that thought]
Well, I'm Kazuya Minegishi. You can call me Kaz, though. [He finished his inspection, straightening up] Okay, this might feel a little strange, healing isn't exactly my thing.
[He normally delegated that to his demons than deal with that himself, but that didn't mean he was incapable of it. Force healing somebody was fine if you had enough raw power to do so, though with a kid this young, he was leery about it. Guess his old COMP had to come out for some fine-tuned control.
He unhooked an odd console from his belt loop, and flipped it open. It was almost nostalgic to look at that screen again]
Cracked ribs, cracked ribs, so... Dia will do. Prayer would be overkill...
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He tries his best to smile and deal with the prodding but patience has truly never been one of Kyousuke's better virtues past or present and he starts whimpering two pokes in, flinching in spite of himself.]
Stop that, it hurts! [He's almost sure there has to be tears and rubs his eyes, only to catch sight of the COMP.]
Oh, is that some kind of healing device Kaz? [Seconds later, as an afterthought] ...You're not some kind of wizard, are you?
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Plus, it helped that Naoya designed the COMP to be user-friendly. Anyone could pick it up and use it - which was the biggest problem about it. Anyone could use it, and most people weren't very wise when wielding the powers of demons, sadly]
A wizard? What type of wizard uses a COMP? [Out of all the guesses he expected... that was out of left field. With "Dia" now equipped, he held the COMP loosely in one hand, and held the other over the kid's ribs. A gentle glow gleamed, a tiny little mote drifting from his fingers to Kyousuke. He should feel a soft, warm feeling, and the pain decreasing] Nah, this isn't anything special, really. Plenty of ordinary people can do this where I'm from.
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This book's called The Time Traveler- it's kind of depressing since the world ends, but what if espers became more common in the future instead? [He's so optimistic when he says that, the very picture of boyish naivete.] That power of yours is like Shiga-san's power, and I'm sure he'd be impressed! [It actually doesn't occur to Kyousuke that storing energy on COMPs could be a bit tedious, as he's too young to consider these things in detail, bouncing from one idea to another.
And yes, he does wonder if Kaz is from the future. Explain?]
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[Kazuya hesitated - he had said he'd only answer questions for as long as it took to heal him, which he had done, but the kid was looking so excited, babbling about "espers", clutching that book of his. He really should ditch him. He had his COMP in his hands, it wouldn't take much to equip a sleep spell and send him off the dreamland as he slipped out.
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He closed the lid of his COMP and stared at its battered case for a moment]
Who's Shiga-san? [He looked up at the kid again, dodging the unasked question for now. He knew what the kid was driving at, babbling about time travel] You sayin' he can heal without a COMP? That's... unusual, where I'm from. Not impossible, but reserved only for a special few.
[Like. You know. Demons]
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Oh, and I've never heard about this thing called a COMP...are you from the future or something, Kaz? [THERE HE SAID IT.]
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[Kazuya was suspicious, but it wasn't his place to go about unmasking hidden demons in other worlds. Most of the time they were benign - and it seemed to him that in this world, they were well integrated. Hell, this kid, and others like him like this Shiga-san, might have strange powers because of unions between human and demons. It wasn't his place to judge if it wasn't harming anyone, and seemed like an important part of this world]
The future. I guess you could say that. [He paused, considering, then;] I'm from 2014.
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How...how is Tokyo like in your time? [Yes, he's getting at something but asking if it's destroyed is far too tactless.]
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[Kazuya openly hesitated. Tokyo was a complete mess right now - it didn't handle the war between himself and God very well, and the majority of it was downright inhabitable. Demons crawled over a large portion of it, and while they were under strict orders to not harm any humans they come across, conflicts still happened when his back was turned. But he couldn't say that, could he? He couldn't tell this kid that their capital was going to become a warzone of some sort of levelled to the ground]
It's... seen better days, maybe. [He rubbed the back of his neck] We've only just come out of a really bad war, so, um, yeah.
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I see. ...Sorry about asking. [It's all that he can say at first, understanding that war is terrible without yet having the maturity to handle talking more about it.] Are things getting any better after that?
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[Not really. He doubted Tokyo would ever be reclaimed from the demons. They had it now, and the humans were too weary of trying to prise it back - he doubted they even had the resources to rebuild it back to what it once was. Maybe in a few centuries, it'd be different, but right now...]
The important thing is that the fighting is over! It was pretty short, and the majority of humanity got out of it with their lives. Sooo... yeeeeah...
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Kyousuke hesitates again soon after, wondering if he should ask about the girl he saw far into the future. Had she been there? Did she help to save the world this time around? It's not like he's going to tell anyone about all of these anyway, so he opens his mouth again after a while.]
Um...did you happen to see a red-haired girl during that time? She could fly, and she said something about it being too late. [Pause.] That's something I saw in a dream, and I couldn't get it out of my mind.
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[Well, unless she was on a flying demon, but he doubted that that was what the kid meant. Still, what an oddly specific thing to ask. Dream his ass, he smelt shenanigans...]
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Which is to say he breaks down, all flustered and panicky complete with hands flailing.]
I-I really didn't mean anything by it! I-it's just a dream and you should get going before someone wakes up! [And as an afterthought:] And uh, thanks for healing me!
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[Now the shoe was on the other foot! Kazuya was the one who was intensely curious now, and he tilted his head in a near predatory manner, eyeing the kid up like a cat debating whether to start with the mouse's head or tail]
Who's this mysterious future redhead, huh? You got some prophecy hidden up your sleeve or something, hmmm~?
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Why do you want to know? [Kaz seems like a good person, but the thing about prophecies was that anyone could potentially ruin it and he's sure the esper dolphins didn't want him letting on just anyone on the secret.]
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Hm. Just curiosity.
[He eased from where he'd subconsciously adopted a pressurising pose - resting his chin on an upturned palm, and hiding a lazy smile behind his fingers. The kid looked brave, so he had pretty good nerve. Not many humans, adults or otherwise, could stand up to his focused attention for too long]
Prophecies are for chumps anyway.
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