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Chaotic Paths Entwine [Junko/Ritsuko]
Sun Jul 23, 2017 12:31 pm
Puzzled. Disconnected. Confused...
This is how Junko had begun to feel just a few weeks prior. The not too youthful girl had been seeing the new world for herself, the world that she had no place in for... Quite a long time, centuries even. She didn't know... How could she have slept through so many things. Buried away, she guessed was what happened, but she had no idea how or why she was buried. She just remembered... Being on a boat, at sea, unable to be seen or heard, for her words of the beyond had fallen upon the deaf ears of the spiritually inept living.
She couldn't tell how much time had passed, since she saw Arianda last. She honestly felt bad that she had left her new mother so long... She must have been so worried of her... At least, this thought occupied her mind over two weeks ago.
Instead, now her mind was a graveyard for coherent thought processes. She had progressed from being a girl seeing the sights, speaking to Khalaists to know of her... New occupation, and simply having fun knowing about the world, engulfed in utter amazement of what she had missed... Into a rather puzzled, pained, sickened lump of flesh.
She had begun getting the worst kinds of pain and sickness. Every morning she threw up, and at night she couldn't even sleep, and every time she did manage to sleep, horrific images flashed in her mind of days long passed, which kept her up. She became far less alert, far less happy... And her belly even seemed to get larger, but not quite to a degree the now despondent Junko could tell. She felt so tired, and wandered more in longing for purpose than wonder and interest in the world.
Where was this girl today? In America, of course, just walking about aimlessly. She felt a few fits of frustration as she wandered through the city she didn't have the mental consistency to even remember the name of. She couldn't even tell how much time passed. Was it a minute? A day? A year? A decade? She couldn't tell, or care too much. She walked upon a sidewalk, the concrete having been weathered down by many feet treading upon it, the rain striking it's light grey surface, and plants grasping at a chance for sunlight, attempting to grow from the few cracks the manmade path had.
Junko on the other hand, felt uncomfortable in her own body. A few times she was even tempted to tear her own skin off to make the irksome, ever present crawling sensation from continuing. And from the few hints of bite and scratch scars along her body, one who gave her close inspection could tell this state of mental confusion very much bothered her.
She kept moving forward, struggling to find a place to rest for a bit, taking a glance at herself in a reflection. There wasn't too much she could make out from the darkly tinted windows, but what she could see was... Who was that? She took a stop and took a close look at the reflection. Was that.. Her? Her skin was pale, which only made the darkened bags under her eyes more apparent. Her hair was quite out of place, but not too unrecognizable or messy. Junko had to take a close, interactive look at herself to understand it was... Her. She pulled down her eyelids, touched her cheeks, pinched herself, but she was still doubtful this person she was looking at was actually her.
Not many people occupied the sidewalk, which gave Junko free reign to continuously doubt this was her for quite a while, far too long for anyone mentally sound and all there upstairs to be doing.
This is how Junko had begun to feel just a few weeks prior. The not too youthful girl had been seeing the new world for herself, the world that she had no place in for... Quite a long time, centuries even. She didn't know... How could she have slept through so many things. Buried away, she guessed was what happened, but she had no idea how or why she was buried. She just remembered... Being on a boat, at sea, unable to be seen or heard, for her words of the beyond had fallen upon the deaf ears of the spiritually inept living.
She couldn't tell how much time had passed, since she saw Arianda last. She honestly felt bad that she had left her new mother so long... She must have been so worried of her... At least, this thought occupied her mind over two weeks ago.
Instead, now her mind was a graveyard for coherent thought processes. She had progressed from being a girl seeing the sights, speaking to Khalaists to know of her... New occupation, and simply having fun knowing about the world, engulfed in utter amazement of what she had missed... Into a rather puzzled, pained, sickened lump of flesh.
She had begun getting the worst kinds of pain and sickness. Every morning she threw up, and at night she couldn't even sleep, and every time she did manage to sleep, horrific images flashed in her mind of days long passed, which kept her up. She became far less alert, far less happy... And her belly even seemed to get larger, but not quite to a degree the now despondent Junko could tell. She felt so tired, and wandered more in longing for purpose than wonder and interest in the world.
Where was this girl today? In America, of course, just walking about aimlessly. She felt a few fits of frustration as she wandered through the city she didn't have the mental consistency to even remember the name of. She couldn't even tell how much time passed. Was it a minute? A day? A year? A decade? She couldn't tell, or care too much. She walked upon a sidewalk, the concrete having been weathered down by many feet treading upon it, the rain striking it's light grey surface, and plants grasping at a chance for sunlight, attempting to grow from the few cracks the manmade path had.
Junko on the other hand, felt uncomfortable in her own body. A few times she was even tempted to tear her own skin off to make the irksome, ever present crawling sensation from continuing. And from the few hints of bite and scratch scars along her body, one who gave her close inspection could tell this state of mental confusion very much bothered her.
She kept moving forward, struggling to find a place to rest for a bit, taking a glance at herself in a reflection. There wasn't too much she could make out from the darkly tinted windows, but what she could see was... Who was that? She took a stop and took a close look at the reflection. Was that.. Her? Her skin was pale, which only made the darkened bags under her eyes more apparent. Her hair was quite out of place, but not too unrecognizable or messy. Junko had to take a close, interactive look at herself to understand it was... Her. She pulled down her eyelids, touched her cheeks, pinched herself, but she was still doubtful this person she was looking at was actually her.
Not many people occupied the sidewalk, which gave Junko free reign to continuously doubt this was her for quite a while, far too long for anyone mentally sound and all there upstairs to be doing.
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Re: Chaotic Paths Entwine [Junko/Ritsuko]
Sun Jul 23, 2017 1:57 pm
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Many thoughts clouded her mind as she thought about what inami said to her before she departed "Think about your path" this seal was a breakingpoint so she had one of two options either find a way to control the seal and continue her life or fully embrace the seals power. She looked at both options of this particular scenario if she chose the side of good she'd still be a respected member of vastime and can keep her relationships in check. But the problem was whether or not to tell them about the whole ordeal, she could keep it a secret for awhile but like all secrets they'll eventually be found outnone way or another ever since toshiko told her that story about sofia and how the seal made her a complete psychopath she didn't want the same thing to happen to her and that'd completely break toshiko's heart and she didn't want that to happen.
On the other side of the coin however she can gain access to newfound powers she's never felt before however she'll be seen as a traitor to not only vastime but to her friends and loved ones...would they see her as some sort of freak and hunt her down until she's dead? Even she's not sure of that answer
The seal began pulsating a green grow causing a sharp pain on her chest and to drop onto her knees "Ah" she almost felt her chest burning like putting a hand on a hot grill every second felt like an eternity this pain felt so unbearable that she wanted to tear her own skin off...however she couldn't allow this to overcome her so she continued forward looking for someone who knows how this seal works. So ritsuko started frantically walked around the city looking for someone hell anyone who can help her find a way to control this damn thing. However her prayers had been answered as she could sense a woman walking along the sidewalks of the empty city once she immediately saw the woman she couldn't help but ball her eyes out with tears of joy.
Upon closer inspection the woman was fairly shorter then ritsuko with a slender figure and had a assortment of marks all over her body and the worse part was that the woman was also pregnant as well. What caught ritsuko's attention however was the top of what appeared to be a seal similar to her own albiet a different design, she obviously was the person she was looking for
"P-please i need your help, do you know anyone who can help me control this seal " ritsuko asked with a rather nervous tone of voice before pulling down her shirt revealing the keyhole shaped seal near her breasts.
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