雷獣 // Raijuu

Of course it had been a while since Hak had really experienced being shorter than his current tall stature, though being in Ichimokuren’s form reminded him of how he was when he was a kid. That was fine and all, with some degree of bonding happening when being in another person’s body for an extended period of time somehow a good catalyst for memories and such to be exchanged. It could be said that the body remembered things better than the mind could sometimes and what an illustration of that. That was all done with though and Hak was ready to just continue the rest of his days as himself in his own body. 

There really was no rhyme or reason to when these swaps were supposed to happen though, huh? He was just reaching for some thing on a grocery store shelf when he blinked and suddenly instead of being in front of the tea, he was face to face with the second shelf of purple Panta. Wait, just the second shelf? And the dark purple framing his face along with the hint of a black and white pattern over his chest... Hak raised a hand to pat over that familiar scarf. 

Are you kidding me. Are you kidding me, I’m scarf boy? Someone had to have some sense of humor. He didn’t even know what to say to this. He didn’t know if there was anything to say to that. All he could do was march his way over to where he was, a few aisles down and look up at his own damn body again. 

Sure all of this snowfall was unusual -- Hak had only heard of places in northern Kai receiving this much snow over the winter months and he really had no idea about any of the weather conditions over here, but weather was still just weather. Nothing super natural or exceedingly odd, Hak even enjoyed all of the various festivities that followed after for the next couple of days. 

But what the hell was this?

Recognizing Ichimokuren’s form in the mirror was the easy part (even if the complete lack of vision in one of his eyes made for more confusion on top of already present confusion), figuring out what was going on was part of a much larger problem. If he moved an arm, Ichimokuren moved the same arm. If he tilted his head, it was the same for the other reflected in the mirror. If he pinched a cheek, he was fully feeling the sting of the action. This wasn’t a dream? This wasn’t a dream! 

Moving to grab at his (?) zori, just looking at the height of them was enough for Hak to just forgo them for now; tripping over his feet while looking for his old body just wasn’t ideal. If he remembered correctly, he decided to take watch in a low tree nearby and he breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of his own body standing on the ground, confusion in his expression as well. At least it was someone he knew. 

“hmpf, we shall see about that. when you have lived as long as i, you tend to pick up several things from various lifestyles — drinking games an unfortunate part of it.”  besides, who would like to spend their time indoors watching another drink until either one of their minds grew hazy ?  “this one is particularly popular in the alleys of a ruined kingdom … care to play a tacticians game ? we would need a board and some point markers.” 

Steps outside and almost immediately trips into a large oni-size pile of snow. Not a very graceful start to his day. ❝ Ah…hmmm… oh… ❞

❝ It’s quite cold. ❞

Cue Hak coming over and scooping up a cold Ren right up and out of the snow. He’ll even dust off your clothes for you, isn’t he nice?

“ damn you … very well ! ”  simply won over with the promise of snacks. such an elementary proposition, but it would also mean he’d be far from the snow. “ those snacks best be worth my time — not that i have much to spend elsewhere with this weather. and kurowli is just fine ! ”

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the only right thing is to heat up a bit with some wine, huh? :)

“ … that sounds quite inviting, but i am far more in the mood for hot tea instead.”  unless hak is providing and it was not in the blustering outdoors.

“They’re light bulbs.” He remembers being the same way. Not knowing what half the stuff was when the world began to advance. Living for quite a long time, as long as he has had it’s pros and cons. You had to keep up with how fast things were advancing! Anyway! Turning of the lights now, he reaches for a bulb, unscrews it to show the stranger what was inside, “They come in all kinds of shapes, like you aid. These are pumpkins. It’s almost Halloween so ‘m getting this placed spooked up.” There’s a pause and then he’s placing the light back up, “Haven’t seen your face ‘round here. You new?” Now his attention is back on the guy.

“I’m Romanus, And this is my baby right here. Euphoria is the name. NIce to meet ya.”

“Light bulbs?” Hak echoed what the other said, squinting at the chains of lights stringing along the sides of the building. Light in a bulb, guess that made sense. Still didn’t explain exactly how the light got into the bulbs, but that was a bit of a work in progress. He nearly jumped when the person unscrewed one of these light bulbs away from the chain and just showed it to him like it was nothing -- fire was hot, the sun was hot, weren’t those things supposed to be hot too by that extension? Sure the whole light rack was turned off, but even wood left in a campfire was still hot for a while after. “Guess it depends on what the... bulb is in the shape of, huh? I dunno about this Halloween thing either, but you seem like you know what you’re doing, so I’ll just trust you on that. Appreciate you taking the time to show me.” And leave him to his... light bulb handling ways. 

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Genma wakes up from the deep and almost falls off his new bed as the present slide back into focus. The sounds of battle and the screams he had heard were all just his imagination, and it takes a moment for him realize that he’s safe.

Or at least as safe as he can get in this new world he’s trying to get used to.

He looks at the wide room, looks at the wooden sporks he had left on the nightstand, and looks back out the window where the moon is shining innocently, illuminating all but casting large large shadows.

Genma grits his teeth, changes clothes, and hauls himself out the window, sleep be damned.

Once out, he finds himself running; the night air is sweet and light, a perfume that is slowly dragging him out of the nightmares he had somehow still carried over to this new world. His mind wanders as his feet carry him from rooftop to rooftop, until he collides with a warm body. He would’ve sprawled onto the ground sans for his chakra anchoring him up right.

“Ah… sorry, sorry,” he murmurs, sheepishly scratching his head. “Didn’t mean to bump into you.”

The stars here were different from Kouka, but the comfort that the night offered was still the same and Hak’s old night watch habits were hard to get rid of when he was still trying to collect himself in this weird place. So here he was seated on a rooftop, in the dead middle of night, all while holding that broom handle of his in place of his usual weapon. He was in the middle of pondering a nap when someone else somehow knocked into him, surprise flashing over his face when the other seemed to just come right out of nowhere. He wasn’t that rusty with keeping watch, right? His grip tightened on his staff until the other spoke, Hak shrugging and relaxing after.

“You’re fine, can’t say I was expecting to see someone else up here.” A new world didn’t mean that people were free of their thoughts from their older ones, Hak pausing before speaking again. 

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Kaede wasn’t really a skilled cook. That’s why she tried to avoid using the stove in her own apartment. Truth to be told, she was interested in trying to make her own food in near future. But as a beginner, she decided to wait for someone who could watch and assist her, whenever she will decide to start learning to do so. After all, it was better to be safe than sorry! As a pianist, she couldn’t afford her hands getting hurt in any kind of way!

That’s how she ended up in a restaurant today as well. There was a wide variety of meals to choose from, but before you could take anything to your table, you had to pay for what you chose on the checkout first. The person in front of her took suspiciously long to pay for some reason though.. As someone with her kind of hobby, she was a rather patient girl, but the guy needed already long enough, that her own food was already getting cold. 

“Um, are you in need of any help? I don’t mean to be too direct, but… you do look a little lost. And the line behind us is getting longer too.” 

As nice as it was to sit around and mooch food off some of the people he knew here, Hak wasn’t the type of guy to just not try and figure things out, especially not when so many other people could use their cards and phones to buy stuff. He still preferred the weight and presence of the money he used back in Kouka, but those who didn’t adapt would well, probably perish. Mundok had long gotten him accustomed to things by just throwing him into the fray and seeing how he fared after dealing with it, and for once Hak was going to take a page from that book and try it out for himself. 

But it looked like people here were using two different things interchangeably -- and the angle that they held their phones made it pretty much impossible for Hak to even try to see what was on their screens. Not that his whole screen being broken really made it easy for him either, Hak about halfway through trying to unlock the damn thing when someone behind him stepped in. 

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