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Post by TORU AIHARA on Apr 11, 2017 4:48:01 GMT -5
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]山雨欲来风满楼 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Something was terribly wrong. With Minato-ku. The entire city had been warped, distorted. Not beyond recognition, but, rather, beyond comprehension. Some sort of … cage kept every last building, every last person imprisoned. And no-one seemed any the wiser. Other than Toru and Takeo – and perhaps Sailor Moon, although Toru couldn’t rightfully say. Those not reborn knights or princesses almost seemed to be dreaming. Not in that they were completely unresponsive – just seemingly oblivious beyond the most superficial details of their surroundings. That everything was perfect – perfectly-so, even when their lives were in very real peril. Beads of sweat slicked down the length of bronzed hardened muscle that was Toru’s spine. And he doubted that the cause had to do with the molten flames that he had unleashed upon the shrine’s grounds. The very air felt humid, dry with traces of ash. Clenching white-cotton-clad fingers before unclenching his fist, Toru dropped and held the blackened frame of his sacred weapon against his side, as he stepped backwards and then to his right. Leaning against the carved marble form of one of the shrine’s komainu statues. Silent guardians, ever observing from their heightened perch before the shrine’s lengthy stone steps. His breathing uneven, tired close to exhaustion. Toru had already lost count of the amount of monstrous beings that he had slain. Their numbers seemed unending, impossible to predict. Overwhelming for only two teenagers to take on, alone. Perhaps he’d say something to Takeo once they regrouped, to voice a concern or two. Then again, perhaps he’d hoard such doubts to himself. The sight of his best-friend utterly decimating their nameless enemy might be inspirational enough that Toru would forget such doubts entirely. But, more realistically, such doubts could only sabotage if acknowledged. The two of them had to champion their city – there was no-one else. Except for, perhaps, Sailor Moon. Only, Toru had yet to see her since the city’s current state. For all that he knew, she could have been similarly affected by the … cage, as everyone else seemed to be. No, all who he could rely upon was Takeo – and be equally as reliable in return. Tilting his head back, his ember-bright hues lightly held closed, Toru carelessly swiped at strands of his unbound dark hair, exhaling on a heavy sigh. The pale stone felt cold, almost chilling, against his dusky flesh. Uncomfortable, pressing. As if the komainu guardian was not allowing him to catch his breath comfortably, not when there was still much left to be done. ”Five minutes …” A tired mumble, in which bright hues fluttered open. Only for Toru to quickly tense, catching sight of garnet hues, matching with an equally as red bob of hair, standing at the foot of the stairs. He had not been as alone as he had assumed that he was. A problem, for, whoever the unknown girl was, she would not see a seventeen-year-old boy leaning against a marble lion-dog statue. And neither would she recognize the popular TV personality that Toru was. For he had not undone his transformation. The memorizing figure of his past-and-current self, where earth-born humans could not see past his title of the Knight of Mars. Dark eyebrow knotted tightly, before relaxing. After all, Toru had forgotten that she would forget seeing him sooner rather than later. ✉ @arisavermillion ✎ 555 words ※ hope this works! |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2017 18:56:28 GMT -5
Asira couldn't tell that Toyko was being affected by a dark power, but she doesn't know this like many other humans who are unawakened people yet, only a few could tell what has happened to the world. She had another game, that could make her become a pro player having already won her first two. She would be walking up towards the shrine, wishing to give her respect to the spirits, thinking nobody would be here at this time. Wearing the outfit her mother had Asira put on, as she was bright red. As she walked up the stairs an unknown figure was standing in front of her, his clothes were odd and also carrying a strange weapon. As she would be all the way up now facing him. "Hello, I don't know who you are, but may I ask why you're carrying a weapon? Your outfit doesn't say your a Shinto Priest." Asira was worried, because right now a unknown man carrying a weapon. Each step would get her closer to him, as she was about five feet away now, but still having a slight blush from what she was wearing, as her voice was a little soft, but still enough to sound like she was not scared. "I'm sorry if I'm sounding a little rude, but you are holding a weapon wearing an outfit I have never seen someone wear before, so you can't blame me for asking questions when you could really easily cause harm." Asira was not one to talk about outfits people don't wear. She would be facing him, looking into his eye's. She wears this for her go games. It's a short pink dress and over is a tight white jacket with gold buttons at the bottom and around her arms having a pink bow at the top it also has gold near the bow. Her jacket also acts like a skirt being under her pink dress. She looks much like a sailor guardian would, her dress was something close to that style. TORU AIHARA Outfit |
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Post by TORU AIHARA on Apr 11, 2017 22:02:13 GMT -5
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]山雨欲来风满楼 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Her outfit was rather distracting to behold. It suited her, and not just the seemingly careful choice of colour palette. The assorted fabrics hugged her hourglass figure in a few different ways, but each did so faultlessly. Tailored by a critical but patient hand. Working in the entertainment industry, now-and-again relying upon a personal stylist, Toru felt confident in his ability to identify professional creativity. Other than that, her style was unique. Rather Harajuku picturesque. Consequently, her outfit caused her to starkly stand-out. Much as his own did. And, just like himself, Toru couldn’t help but to suspect that a purpose had steered her towards the Shrine. Only, were he not trying to catch his breath, pressed into dutifulness, Toru might have indulged his curiosity. ”Oh, but I’m perfectly harmless, promise.” Sepia-hued lips contorted into a crooked smile, the gesture effortless even though both his heart and his thoughts weren’t overly committed, distracted as he was. ”This,” a gloved hand lifted the jagged and blackened form of his bow, ”is a prop. So there’s no need to keep on eyeing me so suspiciously.” Lying was an equally as effortless gesture too, and always had been for him. ”It’s cosplay,” he continued to explain, seemingly amiable. ”I’m just waiting on a friend who promised to be my photographer. He’s kind of late, actually. But I’m sure that once you’re done visiting this shrine, I won’t still be here when you come back to these stairs.”Seemingly, earth-born humans were incapable of recognizing Toru during his transformation as Mars, not even if they knew him especially well, like his manager. Not even his own girlfriend, Hyerin. However, that did not mean that he was invisible. As such, composing a believable excuse in the scenario of being confronted, questioned as Mars, had seemed important. Oddly, Toru had never had a reason to actually rely upon such an excuse, until now. He couldn’t say whether his lie had been swallowed. So his gaze, as bright as molten flames, peered into the garnet depths of her own gaze, searching for sincerity, confidence. Only, instead, his head sparked with a sharp, searing intensity. And Toru found himself within an old, familiar memory. Kneeling on one bent knee within the shadowed vestibule of the castle Phobos-and-Deimos, his senses drawn to the familiar aroma of specific spices. Burning always, strengthening and warding against dark intent. A gloved hand was extended, holding the more delicate palm of his princess. And, as always, that same ancient memory was quick to disperse. Head swimming, Toru found his body swaying, his legs suddenly weak. And he clutched at the komainu guardian to prevent himself from falling over. ✉ @arisavermillion ✎ 445 words ※ something goes here |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2017 23:02:50 GMT -5
She was looking at the man, something was odd about him, but Asira couldn't think what it was? His outfit? His weapon? No, it was something else, but Asira couldn't tell what it was. His smile looked fake, but at least he was trying to be friendly. "A prop?" It could be who would really be carrying around a bow? When he said it was a Cosplay, Asira would have a slight blush looking towards him. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was something else, please accept my apology." She would say to him in an apologetic tone. She still didn't know what it was, but something about him was still unusual. "You don't have to leave because of me, I'm sorry for being so rude." She had to throw this feeling away, not knowing about him, she can't just make stuff up in her head. Asira looking into his gaze even if she was blushing a little her eye's shown confidence and passion, but also kindness for other people. As she started to make her way to the shrine. "I am sorry to bother you." Asira would try and speak with him, but it was like he was in a daze. Was he okay? Asira would wait a little longer to see if he was feeling unwell. She would see him about to fall over, reaching both her hands out to grab a hold of him, with both hands holding one of his, Asira had more of a blush as she was this close. "Are you okay? You started to zone out, and nearly fell over." His hand was warm, as part of him was on the komainu guardian. She would say in a softer tone. "Would you like me to get some help?" She would say in a caring tone, hoping he really was well. TORU AIHARA Outfit |
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Post by TORU AIHARA on Apr 12, 2017 0:25:48 GMT -5
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]山雨欲来风满楼 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ He must have overexerted his strength, beyond what he had suspected from his prior battle. It was the only justification that Toru could come up with to explain his abrupt and temporary wooziness. And, as for the memory, seeking to overwhelm him – - He had no guess. The last incident of that same nostalgia clouding his consciousness was the day that Toru had remembered who he truly was, with help from an old friend. There was no danger to have provoked a similar incident. Both knights of Jupiter and Mercury remained unspoken for, as was their Prince. Toru supposed that his could be a unique side-effect to the strange power imprisoning the city, but for what purpose? A damning headache? At least he hadn’t completely lost his sense of balance. His left hand had caught a corner of sculptured marble, holding tightly for control. Only his other had dropped his bow, likely during the worst of his wooziness. Instead, sable digits held the masculine shape of his hand, cradled by both of hers. And ember hues held the sight of their physical connection, fixated. Her touch felt … gentle, yes. But somehow familiar. And it really shouldn’t have. Toru was conscious of an increasing tightness forming within his chest. The corners of his eyes stung, emphasizing sorrow. There was a pressing importance that he had forgotten, with every passing second he grew more certain. Only furthering the upsetting emotions seeking to overwhelm him, for he couldn’t remember what that importance might have been. As if something hidden deep within him wasn’t allowing it. Ember hues swerved, meeting her concerned gaze. ”Who … are you?” he breathed, an almost pained sound. It was their connection, stirring up such a turbulence within him. Her very touch made him want to weep. And so, Toru wrenched his hand away from her hold, perhaps a little too forcefully. He cradled his hand against his pounding heart, as if it were injured. And gradually he began to feel more-or-less like himself. ”Sorry. I’m … I’m acting weird, I know,” Toru eventually offered. ”It’s … never-mind. I’ve acted rude enough, no need to make things worse by burdening you with my problems.” With both palms pressed down upon pale marble, Toru holstered himself up so as to sit upon the marble slab in which the lion-dog had been carved. He made to swipe at his long raven hair once more, only to pause. He spared the redhead a questioning frown, saying as he did so, ”wait. You’re … worried about me?” The citizens of Minato-ku were currently be-spelled by almost complete obliviousness. The world should have seemed too perfect to her for her to worry over a stranger. ✉ @arisavermillion ✎ 452 words ※ toru’s not usually this awkward, I swear |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 22:09:37 GMT -5
She was holding his hand with a gentle embrace, hoping he was not hurt. Hearing him speak asking who she was, made her worry. He didn't know anything about Asira to ask this question? "My name is Asira, we should find you some help." She was still holding onto his hand, as the man was still in pain. Having no idea what was wrong with him, but it was easy to see he needed help. With that, he would give a strong push away from Asira, as she was forced backward, but had a worried expression. As she heard him speak, he was trying to say sorry in his own way about pushing her, showing he was a kind man, even when he was not feeling well. As Asira started to get near him once more, not being scared. "It's okay, I just think you need to see a doctor, you must be coming down with something." Her tone, was soft and caring, as she raised one of her hands up, placing her hand on his head, feeling his head to see if it was heating up. "You're not burdening me at all, and if I can help you in anyway, to lessen the pain you are feeling right now. It will only put more burden on me if I left you here, like this. I would be worried thinking about you. Everyone needs help sometimes, so they can keep moving." She would say with a smile as she looked into his eye's once again, with her hand still on his forehead. Assyria would be standing up, as he was sitting down. "Of course I'm worried about you, why wouldn't I be?" Asira didn't know about the spell, but if she saw someone in this much pain, she would like to see if they were okay, and right now it was easy to see he was not. As that is who Asira was. She still had a slight blush, as she was next to him. TORU AIHARA Outfit |
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Post by TORU AIHARA on Apr 15, 2017 6:50:28 GMT -5
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]山雨欲来风满楼 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Arisa, that was the name that she gave to him. And it meant nothing to Toru, half convinced that her name might have afforded him answers to unspoken questions even as the rest of him hadn’t been as gullible. After all, the two of them were strangers. No matter how concerning the bewilderingly familiar feel of her touch, her attention, felt to him. He didn’t know anyone by that name, wasn’t on familiar terms with any women possessing cascading locks of rose-coloured hair or eyes matching in hue, both kind and attentive. Yet, still the suspicion that there was something … different about her, lingered upon Toru’s thoughts. All but confirmed following her responding words, after his own question. Sincerity warmed the rosy depths of her gaze, lacing the softness of her voice. Dark eyebrows pinched tightly as Toru set his ember-bright gaze, intently, upon her willowy figure. Determined to spy the familiar shadow of corrupting chaos spreading its hold upon her soul, something that would create some sense out of his own confusion. Only, there was nothing to be seen, not even the smallest of dark smudges. Arisa wasn’t touched by chaos, but Toru was left ever more bewildered by her. And then she moved, reaching out so as to touch Toru once again, standing before him. Unperturbed by Toru’s reaction the last time that porcelain flesh had brushed against his darker complexion. And, standing as close to him as she was, Toru only comprehended her intentions a moment before her fingertips had brushed away dark strands of his hair, her palm resting against his brow. He tensed upon a sharp intake of breath, expecting for that same repetitive memory to overwhelm his senses once more. Only, the vision that immersed his senses was entirely different. For one, Toru felt younger. His limbs were far leaner, responding to his will and desires awkwardly. And, rather than adorned in the handsomely tailored uniform of the Knight of Mars, his clothing was simple of design, humble. Dark loosely-fitting silks, free from decorative patterns or embellishments. And it wasn’t the heavily shadowed yet familiar openness of Castle Phobos-Deimos’ vestibule in which Toru found himself within, but a luxuriously decorated room. Artistically designed items of furniture hinted at it being a private study or bedroom. He was kneeling upon waxed floorboards, his side lightly pressed against a lattice folding screen, extending from the timber floor to the ceiling, set high above. Depicted upon its thin paper surface, in gold leaf and vibrant paints of frost, cider, rose, plum, azure, peacock, emerald and pitch, were budding flowers, oddly complimenting coiling snakes and birds, dark of wing, seeming frozen among dancing plumes of flame and smoke. From the screen’s other side, a shadow was cast, feminine of shape and kneeling much in the same fashion that Toru was. A melodic voice, whispering to Toru through the thin barrier, confirmed her gender. ”You know that you’re not supposed to sneak in here. If you’re caught …”Toru felt his mouth twist into a gentle smile, and the voice that flowed forth sounded youthful, boyish. But kind, even as he returned, as if as a joke, ”then I had better not get caught.”The unknown girl responded with a heavy, somewhat suffering sigh. ”Amber …”Amber. Much like her name “Arisa,” Toru reasoned that it was the first time that he had overheard its use and yet, unlike at the sound of her name, the name spoken within a forgotten memory caused Toru’s chest to tighten, without warning, once again. Almost painfully. As if something were punishing him for failing to recall the importance of that which he did not know. The unpleasant breathlessness broke the memory, returning Toru back to his senses, alert. Conscious of the heat which even he felt resonating from where Arisa had placed her hand against his brow. Not seeing but feeling the molten light forming, burning beneath her touch – a half-completed sigil of Mars. Strong bronzed fingers moved to clamp around Arisa’s delicate wrist, pulling and then holding her hand away from his face. His hold upon her was firm but not to the point of crushing, instead gentle. Unlike the hardness of his gaze, fixated upon rose-hued eyes. Waiting for her reaction. To be called out on the lie that he had mislead her with. For the demanding: what are you?That same question was shared by Toru’s own thoughts. ”Mars,” Toru finally spoke, his voice both low and soft. ”That’s my name.” Not “Amber.” ”And,” he added, ”you don’t know a thing about me – that’s why you shouldn’t worry about me.”✉ @arisavermillion ✎ 772 words ※ I took longer posting this than I wanted to – I’m so sorry T.T |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2017 4:37:06 GMT -5
Arisa didn't know him, which was true, they were strangers, none the less, but he was still someone that needed help, she didn't care if it was selfish if she was doing this because. She didn't wish to see him in pain, and it would bother her later thinking if he was okay, but she just wished to make sure no harm would be caused to him. As she pushed back his dark hair, resting her hand upon his brow, she couldn't really feel the heat, but at least that shown, he was not feeling unwell. Some time would pass as the man started to breathe heavily, was he going into shock? She would say his name, but Asira didn't get one from the man, and he didn't act like the type to just give it out, Asira could see the young man, being someone that was to himself, he was a lone if you would have to give it a title. In that burst of a second her hand was grabbed by the man with a strong, yet gentle touch. As her blush became more noticeable. "Eh......." She would say unable to utter a word. She didn't try to pull away, as their gazes met each other again. Her pink hazel eye's look into his. He said one name, as her mind when right to the planet. "Mars? Like the planet?" She didn't know what, he met until later on. He commented saying it was his name. "Oh, that's your name, I'm sorry I didn't know. I think it suits you." She would say with a soft smile. She was starting to think this was odd, did he not know where he was anymore. Asira couldn't see any of the memories he did, finding all this confusing. But once again he asked that same question as she let out a sigh. "Sigh." As she raised one hand up slowly, as she placed two of her fingers together flicking his forehead with a gentle force. As she had a serious look at him. "You really need to stop asking me that, it doesn't matter if I know you, you're a person who needs help. If I was the one who was passing out like this, would you just leave me and never think about it again? Or would you come to my aid, and help me to see if I was okay and safe?" She had a feeling this man was the type to help people, but if he got a helping hand, he would be questioning it a lot like he was doing right now. TORU AIHARA Outfit |
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Post by TORU AIHARA on Apr 23, 2017 7:27:21 GMT -5
[attr="class","susurrus"] [attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]山雨欲来风满楼 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Gloved fingers withdrew their hold, letting Arisa’s pale hand drop, carelessly, assumedly back to her side. Toru had turned away from her, almost coldly. Although the crooked smile that his sepia-hued lips wore heavily hinted at amusement. ”I’m different.” Both a protestation and a means to justify his own behavior. ”And,” he added, casting her a pointed look over one of his broadly padded shoulders. A dark eyebrow arched, teasingly, ”I haven’t passed-out.”An immature response, arguably. Yet, he hadn’t appreciated her boldness to flick his forehead, regardless of her lack of force. It was an affectionate gesture, one too many considering the strange memories that her touch kept triggering to assault his vision with. She didn’t just confuse Toru with her seemingly unintentional actions, a strangeness which she herself did not seem aware of what she was doing. She bewildered him. Her kindness only made Toru feel all the more unsettled. Eager to be out-of-range of her magenta-hued stare, at least until his head had time to clear. Acting upon impulse, almost desperately, Toru bent his knees and jumped. Higher than what a typical person was capable of, and with graceful ease, he landed nimbly upon the carved stone surface of the lion-dog statue. Looking down at the rose-hued haired girl, Toru crossed his arms in a smug gesture, offering her a smirk. ”Look – see? Whatever wooziness that I might have felt has obviously passed. I’m fine.””You seem nice enough, but I don’t need you to fuss over me. Just … go ahead and continue doing whatever it was that brought you here. And I’ll do the same.”✉ @arisavermillion ✎ 270 words ※ It’s really short. I’ll try and make the next one longer. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 17:57:49 GMT -5
Asira would look at him, as he said the words. I'm different. She would let out a small smile. "I don't know, you act like most guys I see." She would say, saying he was the typical, type of guy. Then he would say another remark, as she looked at him closely. "Well know you didn't black out, but you were close." Her eye's opened in shock, was that even possible? Well, she would just look at him having a smile. After he jumped into the air. "Well see how is that any different from most guys, trying to show off and look cool." She was still thinking how was that possible? Even someone with a lot of training, couldn't do something like that, he needed a lot of strength alone to go that high, and looking at him, he did look strong, but not to that level. It was bothering her too much, as she would look at him still her gaze not leaving even after his jump into the air. "Okay, how did you do that? Your outfit, that jump. You're starting to look like a cartoon hero." She would laugh thinking that couldn't be true. "You don't have to be embarrassed. Do you wish to fight crime?" Asira would say letting out a small laugh, she was not one for making fun of people, but well he was a guy you wouldn't really see doing Cosplay. If she had to look at him, she would think playboy and flirt, but acting cool to hide it. She was not making fun, more just playing his game. She would look at him still smiling. "Well am I right?" It was also because he was being a pain, and the best way to talk to someone like that was to beat him at his own game. TORU AIHARA Outfit |
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