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Who Are You Wearing? OTA catchall

Who: A few of Kyoko's personalities and whoever they encounter
What: Kyoko has been practicing with her magic and trying out the clothes she got from the lake... Unfortunately she may have been losing control over the other personalities she has nurtured in her mental fatigue from all this magic, so they may have come out to play...
Where: All around, see headers.
When: December
Warnings: Scar descriptions. Angst, weird happenings, a grudge spirit that has too much fun. Possibly minor violence. Whiplash mood swings. Spoilers for the later manga, possibly. Other warnings will be in subject lines and/or updated here as needed.

(Quick OOC note: Kyoko changes so drastically when she is in a roll, between stance, manner of speaking, makeup, hair colour and style, just... everything... that even people who know her well have trouble telling it is her. Also... um... info and permissions and such.)

Mio Hongo

A proper young woman with black hair parted to show the scar on her brow that ran down the side of her face. It was horrific, but looked old; as though the teenager had grown up with it. The air about her seemed cool to cold. Or maybe that was just her dark gaze. She found a place to sit and read her book. Her legs were together neatly, ankles slightly to the left, knees slightly to the right. Her long skirt was tucked neatly around those ankles, her blouse buttoned nearly to the chin. Otherwise her sitting posture was perfect. Those cool eyes flicked up, glaring around whenever she turned the page. She radiated an air of "leave me alone" without saying a word.

Natsu
Her dyed brown hair was styled as nicely, her makeup immaculate. But unlike Mio, Natsu looked more like a girl you might have gone to school with. She looked like she had money enough to not worry about using things up, but not noble or well bred. She wore a short skirt, heels, and a blouse open lower than it needed to be to show off the expensive looking necklace she wore - a small pale pink tear drop stone in an elegant cage of gold. She leaned back against a wall, watching people go by, head tilted back slightly so that she watched everyone down her nose. She looked bored, hooded eyes watching for anything that seemed interesting...

That Kuon Boy!
The kid was Kyoko's height and had the same hair colour and length as her and Natsu, but that was about it. Everything about the kid screamed young boy. He wore a button down shirt open part way over a tee shirt. His hair was a bit of a flyaway mess as though someone had ruffled it. A sweatshirt was tied about his waist over his jeans. His tall boots were worn, one lace busted. He seemed almost unable to stand still, bouncing about as he explored, trying to identify every birth he saw, eyes wide, face full of open wonder. He was holding a soda bottle in either hand, the bottles connected by a rope that was too short for jumping. but he held them as if he'd forgotten he was holding them, and when he spun sometimes the cross he wore on a leather cord around his neck smacked him in the face. He had all the eager puppy energy of an 11 year old boy, though by height he looked closer to a tall skinny 15.

Momiji
The young woman's black hair was held back by a headband that had tails almost as long as she was that were so light they caught every breeze rather than falling straight. She wore a short sleeveless tunic with wrappings around her lower arms and lower legs. On either hip was a sword sheath. She walked lightly, silently, shoulders loose and ready, hands resting not on her hilts, but on the tops of the sheaths, a thumb on either crossbar of the blade above. Her eyes were sharp, watching everything.

Kyoko herself
At odd times after all this practice, Kyoko might have gone out trying to find work. She was looking for server work or something similar that she could take time off of when she needed to to go help people or if she found an acting agency here. But more often than not her long hours of practice have exhausted her, and she could be found curled up against a tree, or on a bench, napping. Clearly she had just sat down for a moment, wearing her bright pink work uniform, because it would be easier to get a job if she stood out, right? It was painfully bright pink. A curse that once you see it you can never forget, as they say at home. There was a white shirt under it and a white belt with a hip bag. She wished she had her actual bag - no matter what Erika said about it - but that hadn't come with her. She'd have to find if this place had a cheap yen shop.....

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Kei smiles as he watches the boy bouncing around. The boy's enthusiasm seems wonderful. Although it was a little worrisome when that cross would smack him in the face, he carried on as if nothing was wrong - not a care in the world.

He can't help but offer up a smile when the boy gets closer.

"Hey, you look like you're having fun! Can I ask what the bottles are for?"

Or why they're tied with a rope, more particularly. He'd never seen anything like that back home.

Kuon gave him a bright smile. "They're a trap for father of course!" He said cheerfully. "Just because I haven't seen him here yet doesn't mean he won't turn up! He's probably working. But" he held up the bottled proudly. "got them all filled up and ready! I'll get him for sure this time!" he said cheerfully. Clearly this was some sort of game between father and son.

"Oh, a trap?"

He wonders if he should be concerned. But it looks like it's just a game. Maybe it's alright after all.

Kei smiles, curious.

"How does the trap work? Do you need help setting it up?"

He considered tapping his lip then shook his head. "Dad said that I have special permission to fight back because I'm his son, so I don't think he'd like it if anyone else helped. He keeps saying he wants me to grow up well."

He beamed a smile. "But thank you! We can do something else if you want until I find him though."

Oh, so his father encourages this behaviour. That's good, at least. Kei can only hope it doesn't ever go too far.

"I bet you'll grow up wonderfully," Kei encourages, not pressing on the trap further.

"What would you like to do?" If Kuon wants to do anything at all. He certainly doesn't want to stand in his way if he's in a hurry to get his trick underway.

He beamed a bright smile. "Hey! Thanks!" He bounced lightly on his feet. "I dunno? We could explore the woods?"

What a contagious smile. Kei can't help but smile back and nod.

"Let's explore the woods, then. I'd like to get to see more of the area."

Having only just got here, it's as good an excuse as any.

He hooked bottled to the hoodie around his waist and grinned brightly again. "Okay! Let's go!"

Kei nods and readily follows (or leads?) the way to the forest.

"So, tell me about yourself, then. What's it like here? Did you grow up here? I bet it's a lot of fun."

Sure, it's to make conversation with the kid, but if Kuon's a native, he'd love to hear some firsthand things about this place, too. And, well, even if he isn't, he can work with that, too.

"Here? Nah, I'm from a huge place called America. But my dad is from this tiny little nothing country called Japan," he made a bit of a face. "He keeps wanting me to learn Kanji, but If I have to learn that I'd rather learn the Chinese forms, you know?" he asked, cheerfully.

The uniform definitely was eye-catching. There was no arguing that. Though for Chang Geng even the style of the clothes was different let alone the colour.

Though, he thought, this was a terrible place to take a nap...

He considered his options and, ultimately decided that he really shouldn't just walk away without saying anything.

So he approaches with an effortless and absent-minded sort of elegance and reached out slowly to shake the girl sleeping against a tree by the shoulder. He's tall so he has to bend over a little and some of his long hair falls over one shoulder.

"Miss, you shouldn't sleep on the ground. You'll catch a chill."

Blearily her eyes opened as she saw a shape looming over her. Long hair. Pointed ears...

Her eyes snapped open wide.

"Are... are you... are you a fairy?" she asked in an awed voice. Didn't matter that she was in a fairy world, she was still going to get awed over anyone who might possibly be a fairy.

He's not often surprised but he's a little bit to get that question.

Still, his only reaction is a slow blink that does nothing to change the way he smiled.

"I don't mean to disappoint you." His voice like his smile is calm and gentle. Though a part of him found it mildly amusing as well. Him, a fairy? A cursed person like him was as far from such a thing. "But I'm as mortal as they come."

Mortal, but also actually a prince and he acts like one too...but his clothes are kind of plain and worn. A result of having travelled around the country while trying not to rely on the money of his brother or guardian.

Prince could go either way with her. But at the news that he wasn't a fairy but a mortal... she slumped. "Oh."

She hated the lala drugs her brain produced sometimes....

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...she was even more disappointed than he expected.

He took a second to think about it before he reached out to pat her on the head consolingly. "You don't need to be so sad about it, miss. I'm sure there are many fairies for you to meet in this place...and probably even more fantastical beings from other places."

"It is just bad luck for you that I happen to be just a boring human being." Albeit one that dresses like he walked out of some sort of period drama.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. She didn't mean to make him feel badly.

"Hm?" He tilted his head a little. "Was there something you needed to apologize for?"

"For... making you feel badly...." She shook her head. "It is okay. You can yell at me for being rude. Flay me with your words," she said intensely serious. "I am braced for it! I can take it. Scold and yell at me and tell me all the ways I am wrong." she screwed up her face like one being terribly brave. Or trying to be.

He doesn't laugh, but his gaze seemed to soften a little. This girl was strange but also a little endearing.

"All right." He lifted his hand and gently knocked it against the top of her head just once. "You shouldn't sleep outside on the ground. It's inevitable that sometimes one will need to camp out but if you're tired then return to your place of residence and rest there."

He was asked to tell her all the ways she was wrong. Though the way he spoke was hardly yelling and definitely didn't come close to flaying others with his words. Still, having finished with his scolding, he pulls his hand back.

"You don't need to take it to heart. If I did think badly of myself it wouldn't be anything you caused."

"That... that's all?" she didn't look relieved that she wasn't being scolded more, but bewildered. Mr. Tsuruga would have lectured her for sure!

He pretends to think about it. "Yes, I can't really think of anything else I feel you need to be scolded for." He almost wanted to add, unless there's something you wish to confess to? but he gets to feeling she'd take him seriously and actually look for something to confess to.

"After all, it's not like you really did anything wrong."

She would.

"I... guess so..." she didn't sound convinced. "But I will make sure to find a better place to sleep from now on!" she pledges seriously.

"Then it's a promise. I better not find you sleeping out here again." With the measured way he talks it's hard to say if he's serious or not. "My name is Li Min." Because having scolded you already he should make sure to actually introduce himself.

She nodded so rapidly it looked like her head might snap off of her neck. "Yessir!"

"I... I'm Kyoko from L.M.E." She tried to figure out how to bow from her position.

Kyoko...a Dongying name. Though he's never seen anyone from that area with hair this colour. How curious.

"L.M.E.?" A country perhaps? Or perhaps an organization she's a part of?

She nodded and gestured to the logo on the front of her hot pink jumpsuit. Well, it was easier to read the one on the back, but she couldn't quite turn around at the moment.

"It's the agency I belong to," she clarified.

He looked at the logo. That is a very interesting looking logo. Certainly nothing like what he'd seen before.

Except...

"What does your agency do?"

"Well, we have three divisions.... The acting division, my best friend Moko is in that." And Mr. Tsuruga, but who was keeping tabs on that sort of thing? "And the singing division." Best not to think about that. "And the Talento division. That's where I am, though I've been doing more acting recently."

Okay there was one other division, but the jumpsuit was embarrassing enough. Hopefully he won't ask what the Love Me Section that he badge declared her part of was.

Acting, singing and...talent?

He looked mildly confused as he thought about what had been said. "Is this L.M.E. a theatre troupe?" That was the only organization he could think of that handled actors and singers. But he also looks between her and the logo again. "But why does it say 'Love Me' on your clothes?"

She winced. He had to ask. Everyone always asked.

"Acting agency, and...." She didn't want to say it. Even after a year the Love Me section was embarrassing. Sure, it had helped her out a lot... but...

She took a deep breath.

"Our agency president is..." how to say it? Anything insulting was like a magic spell that summoned the man and she could not handle fanfare and his animal of the week. Plus then he'd be here and she'd be the ONLY Love Me member for him to focus on. "Is... in love with love." He's a lovemon who feeds on love, as they often muttered in the office. Not her, because she tried to always be polite. But she did have ears and was in the office a fair amount.

She sighed. "He decided that some people don't chase love enough so he made a section to try and get us to want to be loved," she finally said. "No we are not a comedy troupe, no we are not manzai performers," she added, in the tone of someone who has heard all these guesses too many times before, "and no this isn't a prank show."

Everyone always asked because the name is so strange.

Still, at least his calm expression never faltered even for a second as he listened to her explanation.

"Is that so." He said at the end of her explanation, sounding less like a question and more like something to fill in a gap. Honestly, he hadn't considered that he was being pranked or that this was some sort of comedy. No, what caught his attention was...

"You don't want to be loved?" It wasn't that he thought that was impossible, of course. People can be complicated after all. Even so...he was a little curious.

She winced and looked away. Mr. Tsurga's words about denying screamed in her head, but all she did was shrug finally. "People spend too much time and energy giving themselves away," she said, anger growing in her voice, making the shrug seem more defensive than dismissive. When she looked back her eyes were full of loathing. "And what for? Love turns people into idiots who forget the lessons they learned! That they had to learn to survive!" she pulled away from him and rolled to her feet. FURIOUS now. Her hands were clenched in rage and a dark aura formed around her, courtesy of her familiar and unintentional magic she wasn't even aware of doing.

"Love just makes people stupid and weak and they stop taking care of themselves and only think of their loved one, and then they are left broken and betrayed and they have NOTHING after! Not even themselves! Because they let themselves fall into the blackhole of love and it swallowed them down and then they have nothing left! Just an empty husk! Who in their right mind would WANT to be loved?" she asked, huffing and seething now as her familiar - a little purple grudge spirit - floated around her like it was in ecstasy.

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There is a lot being said here, not just in the amount of words spoken but the information unspoken. That she or someone she knew had loved and loved deeply and been hurt.

There's also the spirit floating around her. How curious. He didn't know what it was but the way his pixiu went from idly sniffing some flowers nearby to snapping to attention told him it wasn't an auspicious creature (which he sort of could guess from the way it looked.) Without looking away (because that would be rude), he made a simple gesture at his familiar who sat unhappily came to sit calmly at his side, her wings folded back.

He doesn't flinch when she moves away or at seeing the dark aura. He simply remains as he's been this entire time: calm and unruffled.

"...I can understand your viewpoint." Because, really, he did. How many tragedies had happened in the name of love? He himself knew very well how easily affection can turn into obsession. But he was also not the best person to argue that love didn't mean giving yourself away and only thinking of their loved ones...since he had done exactly that for years.

The only difference, perhaps, was that even if Gu Yun betrayed him he wasn't sure he'd be able to work himself up to such levels of anger.

"I apologize, it seems I've upset you." Which, you know. It wasn't as if he didn't know such a question could be personal but he also didn't expect such a large reaction.

The fury was rising and rising and rising and then... she spotted the creature and just stared for a moment, suddenly wide eyed and all but sparkling. "Is... is that a fairy?" she asked in an awed and excited gasp. The aura around her vanished, and her familiar vanished in disgust.

He looked between Kyoko and his familiar.

The truth was, ‘fairies’ as defined in this place didn’t exist where he’s from. But if they were to compare, then a celestial creature like a pixiu was probably close.

Besides, she seems to have cheered up so he felt it wouldn’t be a bad idea to indulge her a little.

“As close to a fairy as we get in Great Liang.” He reaches out to pet her on the head, lightly scratching the space between her antlers. “She’s an auspicious creature called a pixiu. They bring money related luck and keeps away people who would bring you misfortune.”

She made a happy noise not dignified enough to be a squeal then bowed deeply to the Pixu. "I am getting to meet so many fairies here! do you know a fairy named Corn? He should be taller than me, last I saw him his dimensions were" and then she started rattling off numbers that a tailor might use in terms of length from wrist to wrist and inseam as well as mire general ones like height and approximate weight. "and he has pale golden hair and eyes that change colour depending on the lighting he's in, and probably amazing wings by now. I couldn't see his wings last time because..." she trailed off and a million thoughts raced through her head. How he had to borrow a human form, how she wasn't pure enough to see him as he was, about his curse about breaking the...

Her face went beat red and her eyes went wide.

No. No. think of something else. Anything else.

About how he looked and sounded so much like Mr. Tsuruga bvut called her by her na....

NOPE! Something else! Anything else!

Other than going red and her eyes widening, she hadn't moved an inch in all the time her brain was shorting out. Now she did. She twisted a finger in the air as she mentally told herself to go back, start again.

The flush faded.

Where was she? Right. Describing Corn. A hand went to the pouch on her hip and into it. her fingers touched something inside and it was like all the tension drained out of her.

"He's the prince of all fairies," she said as though she hadn't just stopped and spent the last two minutes or so acting rather oddly. "His father is the king of fairies and has huge hands that could close over my whole world, yet no one here seems to know who I am talking about."

She wished she had asked Corn his father's name, but how was she supposed to know she'd wind up in his world?

He watches her strange gestures and reactions without comment, as if he hadn't noticed them at all. He wondered...is this girl okay?

She seemed to be healthy at least.

His pixiu, however, looked between Kyoko and then back at him, making a confused little trill. He felt she was probably confused by the behaviour but instead of explaining that he said instead, "Perhaps he is from a different fairy kingdom...or perhaps he's from a different time. I know someone from my world who is from four years in the future."

But also, what he actually most wants to ask about is...

"You have very detailed measurements of his body. Were you planning to make clothes for him?"

Everyone always gave her reasons why she couldn't find Corn so at first it just passed on by her. Especially in light of the question. Then she bounced a bit, smiling brightly. "Actually, when I saw Corn last time I almost mistook him for Mr. Tsuruga because their measurements were so exact! So since I know his, I know Corn's," she said cheerfully.

She reached into her pouch and pulled out a small doll. It looked expertly crafted and expensive. The thing was so lifelike it was almost shocking it didn't move, the face expressive. It was of a man with dark hair and fair skin in what seemed to be a very expensive suit. It was odd, but in a "unique one of a kind handsome" way rather than looking weird or out of place, and had a few super thin decorative chains to one side. As she handled the doll to pull it out, the fabric moved and shifted as naturally as actual clothing rather than stiffy as some doll clothes could move. She held it out for his inspection, holding it by the legs so it would stand upright.

"See? I had to figure out his dimensions to make my curse dolls!" she said proudly. She was about to say more when...

Wait for it....

Suddenly her eyes went wide and she went pale and stared at him, lowering the hand with the doll. "A different fairy world or time?" she repeated in a horrified whisper. "I could have come all this way and he's not here yet or never was or... or..." she dropped to her knees, tears falling. Corn... could be dead? She could have come after he died? But she just saw him.

"COOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRN!" she wailed throwing herself onto the ground, just managing to keep the doll from hitting the grass. Her face, however, was now covered in green as she shook and sobbed. "Corn..."

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