「浅野 凜」 Asano Rin

[It's quiet in the little room. The sun rays entering through the window have taken on a golden hue - the days are getting shorter, now. On a carpet on the floor, a young man is sitting and writing with a pencil into a notebook. Obviously, he's deep in thought.]

Hmmm.

[Suddenly, his focus leaves the paper in front of him and he creases his brow, as if startled at the sound of his own voice. He shakes his head shortly, but then his eyes graze his own hands. With a look of utter incredulity, he raises them to better inspect them. After having done so for a while, he slowly, with calculated movements, gets up and approaches the wardrobe mirror. He just stares at it and then lets out a low groan.]

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

(OOC: Backdated bodyswitch with Peter Petrelli. Have at her~! Flatmates, feel free to JUST HAPPEN to be knocking on her door. EDIT: ... and off I go again. Sob. Back on Wednesday.)

[Rin is sitting in the living room, on the armchair they got along with the couch - on which Manji is currently lying with his eyes closed, snoring a little. The window is open, letting in fresh air and the noises from the street. A book lies forgotten in her lap; she's gotten to thinking.

Curses, curses and curses. She's been affected to be uncomfortably friendly with Anotsu, of all people, again; something she tries to push away, but can't help mulling over in idle moments like this.

Then all her friends who are regularly affected.

She hasn't talked about it with Manji yet. She hasn't talked about a lot of things with him. Maybe now is the time.

Her eyes wander over to Manji's sleeping figure.]

Manji?

( notes || plans in the City || offscreen )


In all the time I've been here, yesterday's curse was maybe the most awful thing that has happened yet. Being married to one's worst enemy is one thing, but that innocents, children as adults, have to know death for a day? That's a gross injustice. Now, we can be glad that it was only a day, certainly - but can you measure death? Isn't a day enough, or rather, isn't a day too much? This isn't something that should happen at all, and it's appalling that it does and is to be expected here.

When I went to Huey-kun's today, I saw words scribbled on the walls near aparment building number one. Two sentences: one was written neatly, like a small work of art, almost, and said "Down with the establishment!". The most curious thing about this would perhaps be that it was written in the Japanese spelling of my time. The other was all but smuddled there and I half had to guess what it said, but it was this: "Fuck you, deities". Looks like some rebellious spirits have been stirred by these curses. It would be a wonder if not. Still, the question is what this would accomplish - probably a punishment for the perpetrator, should the deities be especially miffed by having their walls painted on.

Well! This reminds me - Honda Tohru-san and I have talked, and we thought it might be a good idea to have a party. A feel-good party for everyone who wants a little cheer-up after a curse like this. What does everyone think?

(OOC: Plot is a go! Also, heads up that I might end up backdating a bit, as I will be away over the weekend!)