Manjoume Thunder

[Epilogue: Day 7]

Sat, 11 Apr 2009 03:11:57 GMT

[The following occurs in the evening hours of Asuka's seventh day on the island, after everything's been wrapped up and she has started home.]

Manjoume watched from the pier until he could no longer see Asuka's boat on the horizon, only vaguely aware that the majority of the school was behind him, waving and cheering and trying to make their yelling of fan-ish adoration reach her ears. He, himself, admittedly waved a little, but was content to just stand and watch in silence. After all, he'd already said goodbye to her in person - there wasn't much else to say.

He didn't leave even when the rest of the school slowly filed out, all of the students making their ways back to their respective dorms, even staying until he was the only one left. At that point, he opened his hand to look at the small object Asuka had given him before she left - a folded post-it note, upon which a single phone number was written. Her private number - "I'd like it if we could keep in touch, Jun-kun," she had told him.

"So when are you going to call her, Aniki?" Ojama Yellow, ever popping out at the opportune time to ruin the moment, said with the tone of someone seeking out the latest gossip.

"That is none of your business," he replied sharply, waving his hand toward where the spirit floated in the air in an attempt to make him go away. Just because he accepted that he needed them didn't mean that they were necessarily any less annoying, after all. "Now come on, we're going back to the dorm."

"Which dorm, Aniki?"

"Which one do you think?"

----------

There was a thin layer of dust on everything, seeing as how no student had occupied the room in several months now. If it got too hard to breathe without sneezing constantly, Manjoume decided, he would have to do something to clean it up, but for now, he didn't pay it any mind.

He didn't proceed two steps into the room before he heard hushed expressions of curiosity and disbelief - "I don't believe it..."; "Could it really be true?"; "Is it really him?", among others. To his left was a table, near which was a box filled haphazardly with cards he had no intention of actually using in his deck but which he kept anyway for various reasons.

And he had apparently walked in in time to interrupt those various reasons' game of Poker, or something akin to it. More specifically, Don Zaloog seemed to be trouncing Chick the Yellow in a round of it, while the other Scorpions were sharing a bottle of cheap sake with The Unhappy Maiden, Petit Angel, Dark Plant, and several other low-attack monster spirits, with Outstanding Dog Marron sleeping underneath the table.

He didn't have to announce his presence, however - the Ojamas popped out of their cards and did so for him. "Hey, everyone! Aniki's back!"

Manjoume barely had time to wave a little bit before the spirits let out a loud cheer that would have awoken anyone sleeping in Osiris Red - if they could hear them, anyway. Mostly variations of "You're back, Manjoume Thunder! We missed you so much!" Some of the (drunker) ones tried to leap and tackle him with a group hug, but he easily dodged.

"Yeah, I'm back," he said nonchalantly, making his way toward his bed, taking off his coat and hanging it on the bedpost, and reaching toward a pair of earplugs - something he hadn't had to use in months. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got class in the morning." And with that, he shut his eyes to the spirits partying around him, fastened the earplugs into his ears, and laid down.

Tomorrow would be a new day, but for now, he would sleep.

Fin

[Epilogue: Day 6]

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 03:57:45 GMT

[The following occurs around noon of Asuka's sixth day on the island, in the hall of Obelisk ~~Blue~~ ~~White~~ Blue, beginning shortly after Manjoume's duel against the Light of Destruction concludes. (Why no, I haven't figured out how exactly that's going to go yet, but suffice it to say Manjoume won, barely.)]

The Light's life points hit zero, and It let out a shrill cry of blind fury - not with Saiou's voice, but with a high-pitched dissonant sound like nothing Manjoume had ever heard before, or hoped to hear again as long as he lived. There was no time for Manjoume to even realize completely that he'd won, however, as a tremendous wind picked up, and from Saiou's now-unconscious form, a formless mass of white energy - the Light of Destruction Itself, defeated, weakened, but still one of the most powerful forces in the universe - arose and, like a bullet, made Its way toward the two humans in the viscinity. If It couldn't have Saiou, It would have a different host.

"Asuka!" On instinct, Manjoume dove in front of the singer, using his back to shield her from the Light's intentions. If it was going to try anything, he would rather it happen to him for a third time than let Asuka take it instead. Not that he was going to let it do anything to him, but still.

There wasn't time to even think as everything around them became a blinding white. Asuka watched, stunned and unable to do anything, and Manjoume braced himself for yet another intrusion into his mind...

Which never came. And after a few moments, when Manjoume realized that it hadn't happened yet, he opened his eyes tentatively and looked backward over his shoulder.

There was Fubuki's ghost, arms outstretched and facing the Light in order to protect his living charges. His outfit, even, had changed, somehow - he had been wearing just a simple black shirt and black pair of slacks, what he had died in. Now, however... it wasn't quite the coat he had worn while possessed by Darkness, different in that its tails were arranged in such a way as though they fluttered like wings - as though he were some kind of black-feathered angel looking for justice.

'Kept a part of it inside him' indeed. If anything, one would think he'd been sent by the guy.

"Leave here, Light!" Fubuki said in a commanding (possibly slightly on the needlessly-dramatic side) tone. "Manjoume defeated you, and the conditions upon his victory were that you would leave!"

The Light hissed, but It knew the conditions It had agreed to, not thinking that It would be defeated by a mere human, even a human It had been interested in since Saiou had met him in the forest that night. And with that, It was gone.

"Brother..." The two males in the room - one alive, one dead - turned toward Asuka, who had stood up and was staring, her eyes tearing up, toward the ghost. She hadn't gained the ability to see spirits suddenly - perhaps this was a side-effect of the amount of energy Fubuki had just spent protecting them, perhaps it was a residual effect of the sudden shift in the balance of the immediate world, perhaps it was just a mysterious scenario as rare and short-lived as a coin standing, balanced on its side* - but she could see him now.

Before that sudden moment faded, Fubuki smiled warmly and said, "I'm glad you're all right, and I'm proud of you, Asuka."

And then the level of light was back to normal - nowhere near blinding, but just enough to see by - and Fubuki was gone - well, he was there, but only Manjoume could see him. With a slight groan of exhaustion, Manjoume collapsed to his knees, but even as the Ojamas appeared and fussed over his condition - he could hear them talking, but wasn't paying much attention to what exactly they were saying - all he could do was smile, slightly, with relief.

He'd done it. He'd won.

Author's Notes: *This refers to an episode of The Twilight Zone, actually. There was this guy who gained the ability to read minds temporarily when a coin landed on its side, and lost it when it tipped over. In case anyone was wondering/cares to know.

[Epilogue: Day 5]

Thu, 09 Apr 2009 05:31:37 GMT

[The following occurs in the early evening hours of Asuka's fifth evening on the island, at approximately the same time that she is writing in her travelogue. Manjoume's location? The old well.]

It had been a while since Manjoume had visited this old well, where the cards that inexperienced, power-hungry duelists dismissed as needlessly weak and useless wound up when they were discarded. Mostly because he hadn't had any reason to, really - he'd taken in all of the cards that had been abandoned down there the last time he had come, and not only would there not have been enough time for more abandoned cards to appear here, but there had been no reason why he would have needed more of them.

This was where he had met Ojama Black and Ojama Green, and if Judai - the one from Econtra - was right, where he would meet them, and Ojama Yellow, again. If that were the case, that would certainly be fitting, wouldn't it. Everything coming full-circle and all that good stuff.

He descended carefully, taking enough time to make sure he didn't slip while still not wasting any. He wasn't about to leave Asuka alone in the woods for too long, after all - yes, Honest and Fubuki were there with her, and the former at least would be able to fend off any attackers for a little while at least, but still. The darkness made it somewhat hard to see, when he reached the bottom, but he didn't turn back. It wasn't as though he'd need much light to see by, anyway. Not if Judai was right.

And, as would be discovered a few minutes later, he had been.

"Is that...?" came a familiar voice from further into the well.

"Who else could it be?" said a second.

"But why would he...?" questioned a third.

And with the next turn Manjoume made, he found himself face to face with the Ojama Trio, their cards dropped unceremoniously on the bottom of the well, the three spirits peeking around the corner as though they'd been hiding. "There you are," he stated simply.

"You can see us again, Aniki?" Yellow asked, slightly timidly but with a hint of hope in his voice.

"Of course I can," Manjoume replied, deciding that denying what had happened would solve nothing. "I found you, didn't I?"

Yellow started to move toward Manjoume, to tackle him with a hug, but Green tugged on his ankle to signal that he shouldn't. Black, meanwhile, pointed out, "Yeah, well that doesn't change how you abandoned us in the first place!"

"That's right!" Green continued. "If you think you can just come and take our cards back and pretend nothing ever happened, you're wrong!"

"I know that." Manjoume's serious response put all three of the Ojamas off their guard (not that Yellow had been on his, in particular). But Manjoume closed his eyes and sighed a little. "I've been being a complete moron for a while now, following that bastard around and everything. I should never have thrown you all out - you're annoying as hell, but you're my annoyances, as well as the aces of my deck. I know that you probably won't want to come with me again, after all the stupid things I've done, but I just wanted to find you guys and say -"

He opened his eyes and looked straight at the Ojama Trio - his expression was serious and somewhat solemn. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I threw you away like I did."

The Ojamas looked at each other for a moment, as though deciding amongst themselves what to do. Then, suddenly, they all three began to cry quite loudly, leapt up, and tackled Manjoume into a group hug (which knocked him over, despite their intangibility, simply because he wasn't as used to them anymore), all three of them crying, "We've missed you so much, Aniki! We want to go with you again!"

"It's dark and scary down here," Green commented sadly.

"And lonely, too," Black continued.

"We need you, Aniki," Yellow concluded. "You're all that stands between us and a crab deciding he's going to chop up our cards."

I need you guys, too, Manjoume did not say aloud. Instead, he got up from where he had fallen, dusted himself off, and went to pick up the Ojamas' cards, stating, "All right. Come on, then."

And with a cheer from the spirits, the Manjoume and his Ojama partners made their way out of the well and back into the world, where twilight had fallen upon the forest, the stars only slightly visible through the canopy of leaves.

[Epilogue: Day 4]

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 05:42:40 GMT

[The following occurs in the late night hours of Asuka's fourth evening on the island, beginning shortly before his being spirited away to Econtra - time elapsed in his own world from that point until his return, about thirty seconds. There's only one person who knows that, though...]

There weren't that many things that surprised Fubuki all that much anymore. While he hadn't obtained any kind of psychic powers in death, he had still existed (he couldn't say lived, per se) through a lot of things that most people probably would never have to dream of experiencing. He'd seen his best friend cross the threshold of no return, even if he technically hadn't died until a couple weeks later. He'd been possessed by the cosmic incarnation of Darkness itself, and died because of it, becoming a mere spirit, visible, audible to approximately two(-ish) individuals on the island. He'd watched student after student fall to the cosmic incarnation of Light, and was essentially fighting a war in order to stop that. He'd even had to possess his own sister in order to keep her from falling to that same war - it was bad enough that she'd recently had a nightmare of a war so terribly detailed that she constantly referenced it in her notes (something called 'Econtra'). And yet while it wasn't pleasant stuff, and he would have avoided it if he could, it was something to expect, given his lot in existance.

He had not, however, been expecting to see Manjoume just vanish. Fubuki had been watching over his sister and her protector ever since the latter had fallen asleep - it wasn't as though ghosts needed to sleep, after all - so he knew Manjoume hadn't gotten up and walked away while he wasn't looking. One moment he was there, fast asleep (and rightly so, from exhaustion), the next he was nowhere to be found.

He had just enough time to realize that what he had seen had really happened (because how could it not have, even if it was impossible), and to look about the cavern to make sure he wasn't anywhere to be found - about half a minute, in total - before suddenly, Manjoume was back, as though he hadn't just vanished at random. Except...

Something was different. This was the same Manjoume - there was no doubt about that, because there was no way to doubt that - but something had changed. In fact, as Fubuki made to recreate the protection he had created in order to keep the Light from taking Manjoume over again - because it would, if given the opportunity - he found that somehow, such a thing was no longer necessary.

Had he really been freed of the Light of Destruction simply by vanishing for a tiny amount of time? People weren't Duel Monsters cards - they couldn't be returned to the hand with a simple spell and then summoned anew when there was something ailing them. This didn't make sense!

A soft groan, and Manjoume stirred a little, though he didn't open his eyes just yet, still a little bit overwhelmed by his trip. He could tell he was sitting, propped up against a stone wall of some kind. The area wasn't particularly well-lit, not that he minded that. The air was cool and slightly damp, as though he was in some kind of basement...

Slowly, he opened his eyes and confirmed it. Yes, this was the Abandoned Dormitory's basement. It definitely was, this time - apart from the fact that he definitely remembered the Entropi being defeated, it just felt right in some kind of unexplainable way. There was the one small (multi-part) souvenir that he had decided to bring home with him from the compound, tucked inside his coat. There was Asuka, still sound asleep just down the wall, looking surprisingly peaceful despite everything that had happened.

...And there was a familiar-looking, transparent young man, physically probably no older than Manjoume himself was (but who ever said ghosts went on to physically mature further after death?), standing a few feet away and looking as though he had seen a ghost.

"You're..." Manjoume began, but found himself unable to figure out exactly what to say to Fubuki's ghost - the Fubuki of his own world.

Thankfully, he didn't have to, as Fubuki responded, "You can see me?"

"I... guess I can, yeah," Manjoume replied, still mentally readjusting to the fact that he wasn't in Econtra anymore. "Now, anyway."

It didn't matter that Fubuki was intangible. He still leapt excitedly onto Manjoume with a cheer and wrapped him in a big hug. No one could fake being able to see spirits, after all. "I don't know how you did it, but that's great, Manjoume! You can see me, and if you can see me that means you can see all the other spirits again too, and the Light is gone from you..."

"You knew it was still in there?" Manjoume asked, in a tone that dripped of 'why didn't you mention this sooner'.

Fubuki nodded. "That's why I said I was keeping you from being taken again - if it was completely gone, it wouldn't be able to get you without a duel. But it usually doesn't go away completely without a duel either. I would have told you, but... well, by the time I got out everything else that needed to be said, I'd already been at it a good amount of time, and you know I don't want Asuka to get hurt..." He paused and decided to ask, "How did you get it out, anyway?"

"It's a long story," Manjoume sighed, but when Fubuki's expression clearly stated that he was interested and there was time, he continued. "You're not going to believe this, but I just got back from fighting a war in an alternate universe."

"A war in an alternate universe... Econtra?" Fubuki asked. In life, he hadn't been an Honors student merely for his good looks.

"You know about it?"

"Asuka's written the name down in the journal she's been keeping these past few days. I had thought it was some kind of detailed nightmare she'd had, but..."

Manjoume's expression turned briefly to one of relief. So they were from the same world after all. "It wasn't a dream, even if it was weird as anything. There were alternate versions of a lot of people I know there - there was a second version of Asuka there, too, and a version of you, actually, and they were from a world where you didn't... you know."

"Really?" Fubuki considered this. "Ah, how lucky he is. But anyway, continue."

"Pretty much, there was a version of Judai there who actually isn't a total coward. And... well, that thing that was inside me eventually showed its face, and we dueled, and he got it out."

"Manjoume, to be fair, Judai just needs a little push in the right direction, and to realize that accidents don't happen every time." When Fubuki's statement led to a look that stated 'I've heard this a thousand times' from Manjoume, he continued, "But unbelievable as that admittedly sounds, whatever happened, this is so great, Manjoume! I have to share the good news with my friend, and tell him there's been a change of plans. You should be safe for tonight, so if you'll excuse me for a little while..." Fubuki started to leave.

"Your friend?"

Fubuki smiled. "A friend of a friend, really. You'll meet him tomorrow. Just someone I've met since I've become a ghost who agreed to help me out with things. I think you'll like him."

And with that, Fubuki was gone, leaving just Manjoume and a sleeping Asuka in the underground cavern. Manjoume breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted himself slightly so he was more comfortable, and decided to get a little more sleep - he'd probably need it.

He was really home.

29 ~

Fri, 03 Apr 2009 02:25:07 GMT

Well, we all survived, and we're all going home now. Can't say I'm going to miss this place all that much, really.

Though, I suppose I'll admit... I'm going to miss almost everyone I've met here, a little. I won't list names, because you know who you are, but.

I'm glad to have gotten to finally really meet you, Fubuki-senpai.

And Judai, I'm glad that your world has you. Thanks, for everything.

...Anyway, time to go back and see if certain personal battles can't be wrapped up too, then.

Asuka, I... I'll see you in a few days.

28 ~

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 02:08:40 GMT

So people's attributes are getting swapped, then.

I don't like it. It's not as bad as... but I still don't like this at all.

[Incidentally, those who know Manjoume will realize that his tone is... oddly calm, given the situation. This would be because, since one of the things he traded was his being quick to anger, he's... kind of not -capable- of getting angry at the situation at the moment.]

27 ~

Tue, 10 Mar 2009 05:38:45 GMT

Is it over? ...No, that's a stupid question - that was probably just the beginning, wasn't it.

Though, I have to say - wet towels really do work to keep out poisonous gases. Either that or the windows were fine without the help anyway, but.

Is everyone I know okay?

26 ~ [Typed]

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 06:19:55 GMT

All in all, I'm glad I went out to watch those duels the other day. Very thrilling to watch - I wish I'd felt up to challenging him myself, in retrospect. Stupid cold.

Even if the wall of my room probably has slight depressions in it now from throwing the Ojama plushies at it afterward. Those things are amazingly durable.

There were a couple of plays that I made sure to take particular note of, for whenever all of this is over. They might be useful to remember, back home.

Though, during those duels, ~~I noticed~~ ~~I thought I noticed~~ ~~I thought I saw~~ ~~I could have sworn~~ it was almost as though I could hear them. Johan's monsters, their spirits.

I know it's probably impossible. I lost that ability - I remember distinctly the moment it went away - and those things don't tend to come back just out of nowhere. It was probably a hallucination, wishful thinking on my mind's part or something. Wouldn't be the first time.

Still, he did say that his cards house spirits, so ignoring that improbability, it might not have been a hallucination, exactly. Not that I can prove anything unless I happen to see another spirit, but still.

And I can't say that nothing has happened recently, either.

Wouldn't that be just wonderful, if that were the case, the only thing that was keeping me from seeing them was that thing that was hiding in there, and now that it's gone there's nothing blocking it.

Damn it. Just... just damn it all.

((ooc: incidentally, strikes were deleted shortly after being typed, in the order in which separate striked objects were typed up.))

25 ~ [Accidental Voice Post]

Tue, 10 Feb 2009 05:54:37 GMT

[The communicator turns on accidentally. Why? Who knows - it just does. For a minute, there isn't much sound - just the soft rustling of someone breathing, probably trying to sleep.

(And why shouldn't Manjoume be trying to sleep? He's been through what he would consider to be quite a lot. Not as much as everything he's ever been through, but still.)

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the breathing becomes ever so slightly agitated for a moment or two, and then...]

AAAA-CHOOOOOOOOO!

[Which was supposed to be a very loud sneeze, but probably wasn't rendered as such very well through text due to a lack of wanting to use bigfont. Either way, this is followed by a couple of sniffles and a small, mildly irritated groan before he goes back to trying to sleep and the communicator turns itself off, again at random.

Guess who has a nasty cold~]

((ooc: backdated to about three days after the conclusion of this thread (which I'm assuming is still going on?) Notable: the Light stuff is now gone, and he can see/hear spirits again. Not sure yet if he knows the latter bit yet, but.))

24 ~ [Text-written]

Sat, 31 Jan 2009 01:01:54 GMT

~~I neeed to ask you something.~~

~~Can we talk?~~

~~I need to talk to you about~~

~~I really don't want to ask you about this, but~~

~~I need your~~

~~Damn it, this shouldn't be happening. It can't be happening, it isn't happening, why should I even~~

Judai, I need to ask you something. In person, preferably in an area where there won't be anyone else around - the Empty Lot, if that's all right.

~~It shouldn't be anything, because it can't be that way, it isn't that way, but just in case~~

And bring your duel disk, just in case.

((ooc: sent a little while after this thread - about a day at most, but at least a few hours. Also, strikes are completely illegible, deleted, the works.))

23 ~

Thu, 29 Jan 2009 06:56:17 GMT

You learn something new every day. Apparently, there's some kind of hedgehog thing here who's worse about his temper than me.

[Private]

I've been trying to practice what he taught me. It's difficult, but I think I'm beginning to get the hang of it, somewhat anyway. I can only visualize them for a couple seconds yet before I lose concentration... start concentrating too much... whatever it is. It's confusing sometimes.

I haven't heard anything from him in a while, though. If that means he got sent back to his own world...

Well, there's nothing I can do if that's the case, other than keep working on that, seeing as doing anything would first require the ability to get out of here. He'll be fine.

22 ~

Wed, 14 Jan 2009 07:05:17 GMT

Okay... what the hell was that?

21 ~

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 06:00:14 GMT

It's almost the new year.

[Private]

A new year. A new beginning, supposedly. And yet, it'll be the same as it has been for the last few months, really. Same problems, same people, same place.

At least last year, ~~they were still~~ ~~they hadn't yet~~ ~~I hadn't~~ ~~I could still~~ they were still there. Annoying as hell, but still there. And yet, because of my own stupidity, who knows if they're even existant anymore.

Asuka - the older one - sent plush versions of them as a Christmas present. ~~The one of Yellow is particularly well-made - soft to the touch, easily squeezable without losing its shape, doesn't get hurt when thrown against the wall, makes a decent~~

I'll have to send thank you notes out, for the gifts I received.

...

I wonder. Judai said that in his world, he found their cards at the bottom of the well, and broke his version of me out with their help. If you ignore the the fact that in his world, he didn't die, he actually showed up, she was able to stay at the Academy, and that he's not a moronic wimpy coward who thinks that he's going to kill everyone he duels, our worlds are somewhat on the similar side.

Heh. They would have gotten blown back there, wouldn't they. That's where I found two of them, after all.

~~not that I'd be able to tell if their spirits were there or not, but the cards themselves would at least be a start~~

I'll have to remember to look there, if when I ever get sent home.

((ooc: strikes were deleted just after being written))

20 ~ [Voice Post]

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 05:13:45 GMT

[Even if this wasn't accidentally recording it, it would be easily audible as Manjoume storms up the stairs, opens the door to Paj-Enas, and SLAMS it so hard that the whole floor seemingly shakes slightly.

And as soon as the door is shut, a long chain of very loud, curse-filled yelling begins, each curse more or less worse than the one before it - it's quite colorful, even more colorful than this action blurb can give proper justice to due to a lack of vocabulary on the subject. This continues on for several minutes, decreasing in volume only close-ish to the end, when his voice begins to falter.

And then he coughs a couple of times and hoarsely manages to conclude it with the following:]

Why him?!?

[And then it shuts off. Responses to comments will be type-written, because he's just essentially lost his voice.]

19 ~

Sat, 06 Dec 2008 05:05:44 GMT

...Made it, two attempts in a row now. Unless this clock is still wrong, which it could be. How should I know, after all.

[Screened to Mahaado]
I think I'm ready for the next step, whenever you're available.

18 ~

Tue, 25 Nov 2008 04:40:14 GMT

It's been a while since I've seen the Kaiser duel.

And against Kaiba Seto himself (...herself? It said "Dragon Lady", and I can't say I haven't seen stranger...).

This should be something worth going to. ~~Even if I've been avoiding the Park because of that stupid psychic wolf who lives there.~~

17 ~ [Accidental Voice Post]

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 05:12:42 GMT

[The communicator is turned on accidentally, most likely (read: most definitely) by its owner rolling over in a fruitless attempt to find a more comfortable position in his bed.]

...ow...

[Over the course of the transmission, there is more tossing and turning, a failed attempt at not whimpering slightly, and one very very loud wince that is quickly followed by a scrambling noise, in the midst of which the off button is pushed.]

((ooc: Due to Schuldig's telepathy, Manjoume's got an insanely intense headache. (He would probably be getting the ability to hear other people's thoughts and the inability to turn it off, except that the Light stuff renders him psychically blind and deaf, more or less. Not immune to telepathy though. ^^) It also gets worse with bright lights, incidentally. And bright is relative to the level of brightness beforehand, and not much at that. If that makes any sense.

Also, if anyone wants inside his memories, please do poke. ^^))

16 ~

Sat, 01 Nov 2008 01:35:51 GMT

Halloween.

The day said to be when spirits come closest to the world of the living.

~~Even if it were true...~~

Hopefully things will be calm enough on this side of the hallway for a few hours...

15 ~

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 03:04:44 GMT

So... we're not actually dead.

That wasn't fun in the least. But at least everyone's all right, right?

[Private]

I'm not suicidal or anything - there are still too many important things that need to be done, and I don't want to die yet. But... if that's what death feels like, then I've had worse. Intense physical pain for a short amount of time and then nothing, or intense mental torture for a long time and then the memory of it afterwards?

14 ~ [Accidental Voice Post]

Fri, 17 Oct 2008 05:00:40 GMT

[There is the sound of footsteps - certainly not calm, but not fast enough to be running. The echoes suggest perhaps that it's in a stairwell. The voice is mumbling, with a tone that approximately reflects the footsteps. He really doesn't realize that it's recording - he's mostly just thinking aloud.]

Judai's dead, alongside that Johan guy... so much for his being the great protector, huh. Kaiser's dead - with some guy I don't know, but I remember he came to that place that time, so he must be someone he knew. Fubuki-senpai's dead - never thought I'd see anyone dead twice, but I never thought half of what happened in my life would ever happen either, and look at all of that.

And... both of the Asukas are dead, too...

[The footprints slow down for a brief moment, but then they speed up again to somewhat faster than before.]

I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise to protect her - I wasn't even there in time to try...

I'm sorry I couldn't retrieve the key in time - that bastard's going to destroy my world now, isn't he. And I can't do anything to stop it - if anything, I perpetuated it.

I'm...

...fine, no one's around, I can say it.

I'm sorry I threw the three of you away. I'm sorry I can't apologize in person. I'm sorry I'll never be able to say goodbye to all of you at the very least.

[The footsteps pause momentarily to allow for the sound of the creak of a door opening - when the footsteps resume, they are slow, deliberate, and not echoey so much as they sound as though they're on concrete or something outdoors. Now the voice is loud, confident, and almost taunting.]

Entropi, or whatever the hell you are! I won't give you the pleasure of hunting me out! Here I am - come and hit me with everything you've got!

[And, a few moments later, the recording zaps into static. Apparently, the Entropi did just that.]

13 ~

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 03:28:36 GMT

...seven hours. At least, according to this thing, though who knows how accurate it really is.

Probably could have gone for longer, except that people were being distracting and wouldn't SHUT UP about some stupid feeling that something's coming or whatever.

I'm not about to trust the word of any psychic.

12 ~

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 02:02:32 GMT

...

Whoever you are that did this...

WHAT THE HELL.

Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?!? Because I'm not laughing.

11 ~

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 03:22:07 GMT

[Typewritten // Screened to both of the Asukas]

I don't know what's going around, but...

You both sound amazing.

[Screened bit ends here.]

[And here it turns into an accidental voice post. Because unbeknownst to him, Manjoume's been hit too. Hence the recording of him quietly singing something akin to this, though, while in tune, his tone is certainly nothing spectacular. Specifically, the following is the recorded bit:]

...We all live in extravagant times,
playing games we can't all win.
Unintended emotional crimes
Take some out, take others in.

I'm so tired of all were going through -
I don't want to live like that.
I'm so tired of all were going through -
I don't want to love like that:
I just want to be with you,
Now and forever , peaceful, true...

[Comment on it, of course, and he will deny. But that's because he's Manjoume. ^^]

10 ~

Sat, 20 Sep 2008 14:53:04 GMT

I'm back in my own body now, right?

...

Yes. FINALLY.

I'll be in my room. Don't bother me.

Stupid magic... stupid psychic wolves who just happen to have white fur...

"Those who choose to be free..." Well, what the hell does that make me then? I certainly didn't choose for that to happen...

9 ~ [Voice Post]

Mon, 15 Sep 2008 18:06:42 GMT

[It sounds like Manjoume's voice. In fact, to those who don't know him well, they wouldn't be able to tell otherwise. But it lacks certain qualities that only Manjoume can give it - if anything, it has more of a tone similar to that of a certain wolf that can often be seen wandering through the park.]

Well...

...This was unexpected.

[It was supposed to end here, but the button to end it wasn't pressed hard enough. Therefore, the rest of it is unintentional and quiet, as though muttered.]

"Manjoume Jun"... he mentioned that name when I described that one...

I wonder if this means that he is...

((ooc: No, it's not Manjoume. ...Er, it's his body, but not him. He and Larka kinda switched bodies, haha. ^^; Expect Manjoume's reaction to this after my class ~~which I have to leave for in 20 minutes~~.))