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711851 No. 711851 ID: d264c4

Minato, Tokyo, Japan,
September 2

Paint it Black - Part 1

It was a lovely day, slightly windy, the sun painting stretched cotton clouds pink and peach, as if the daytime skies themselves were celebrating.

They probably were. Today was the funeral of one of their foes. Though he might still be alive, somewhere. Wounded, scared, healing, like she was, breathing in the health and happiness of the life around them. Once that feeling of connection buoyed her spirits and reminded her what they fought for, now it felt like a sick joke.

Or he might be dead. Shiro-kun little Shiba Inu, very pale orange on top, and white fur from his chin to belly, who was, according to him, a messenger loaned to Inari, had said even the Greater Gods did not know.

Right now he was pacing around her legs, looking for all the world like an high strung pet worried about their master.

“I don’t want you going. It’s not proper. These aliens and their executed god are tools of the star-gods. I know you feel guilty for your actions, but sometimes the best course is a shameful one.” The little racist dog says as it lays its head down.

“I am done talking about this. Ichigo-kun was my best friend, and his family deserves my support. I don’t care if there’s some hidden trap or curse.” The girl, Kimura Kamiko, was Japanese, her hair black with the slightest trace of green, her face unremarkable, and overall difficult to remember. Her clothes were navy blue and white, demure and formal. She clutched a pair of roses to her side, one black, one white. She looked more like the office ladies coming back from a late lunch then the other school girls her age. Even if talking to the dog caused the other passengers-to-be to glance slightly at each other.

As she turned away from the dog spirit and lined up for the approaching bus, she found her right hand lifted up and about to trace the way the broad shoulders of the boy ahead of her were straining his school jacket. She had found herself almost acting on her longings to touch, to feel, to violate, the bodies of her school mates, but told no one, especially not Shiro. He had almost sealed her powers already; if she admitted to her ‘impure’ desires he would push much harder. The bus ride would make the temptations worse. Something about the motion would make her almost painfully lusty. She had even took to bringing with her changes of underwear when she went out.

The bus was almost but not quite crowded. She managed to find one of the last seats before people had to stand up: the corner seat in the back, next to an mumbling old woman in ill maintained clothes who smelled, fortunately only faintly, of alcohol, and strongly of cheap tobacco.

The way people stayed away from the both of them suited our heroine, and the smell helped distract her as she stared out the window, trying not to think. It wasn’t more than 30 minutes of riding before she disembarked and was in front of the small church. The same one Akane used to help out at, but her funeral had been at the Temple over the hill. Very, Very, traditional.

Kamiko shook her head and tensed up. Was she really ready for this. Would she slip up and admit something she shouldn’t? Was there some subtle magical curse on this place that would expose or sicken her? Did she have to do this? She could back out. Not explain who she was and why she was here.

[X] Of course you have to do this. You loved him. You hated him. And most of all his family deserve to know as much as is safe.

[X] Maybe the dog is right. He is a messenger of the gods who helped you and your friends through battle after battle. You don’t have to be here.
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No. 711852 ID: c30e08

It cut off my title again.

It's supposed to be "I thought being a magical girl would be a life -changing experience but it turned out to be a nightmare after I ended up pregnant with my childhood friend's baby"
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No. 711853 ID: 526147

Do it. No turning back.
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No. 711866 ID: 3d2d5f

Do it. You owe it to him.
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No. 711867 ID: 1cebc8

[X] Maybe the dog is right, even if you really loathe him. Besides, he might not be dead.
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No. 711868 ID: 24daea

you have to go
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No. 711935 ID: 551346

[OOC: Wow this board is a lot more active then when I was last here]
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No. 711938 ID: f461c5

You really do have to go to them.

(Also, ending up pregnant with your childhood friend's baby counts as a life changing experience.)
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No. 712024 ID: c30e08

[Locked. Writing.]
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No. 712033 ID: 551346

(The title is meant to be read with the same structure as "I expected gaming laptops to be expensive, but when I looked on line they were $3000!")
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No. 712042 ID: 551346
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712042

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kfc3zcnrWMQ

[X] Of course you have to do this. You loved him. You hated him. And most of all his family deserve to know as much as is safe.

Our heroine nodded to herself, and breathed in deeply pretending to straighten her blouse, and then ascended the short stairway to the church entrance. Inside were already a number of people, mostly of his parents generation, but a double handful of younger people were mixed in, some openly grieving, she recognized maybe half of the younger generation as kids from school, and about every third adult. Most of them she hadn’t seen since middle school, it made her almost feel a little guilty about how much of her time had been spent with Hime-chan, but, well, she had the rest of her life to catch up with her old friends, and Hime-chan was..was not going to be there. Kamiko flushed as she remembered the one time she had seen Hime-chan topless, and then flushed deeper as she remembered that horrible, wonderful night with Ichigo. They got so wonderfully slimy.

She carefully rushed to the bathroom and into a stall, taking panties off, pissing, drying herself off, then throwing the wet panties in a tupperware in her purse, and putting on the new pair. At the sink she washed her hands in ice cold water, splashing some on her face. She could really use a cold shower right now. For more than one reason.

She looks at herself in the mirror. She looks as good as she is going to get. Funerals did get easier. Even if she didn’t want them to. Time to go out there and do what she came here for.

She returns to foyer, and looks around for his parents. She has something to ask them. And maybe to tell them. Oh god she was going to mess this all up. She shouldn’t have waited until now.

She sees a pair of middle schoolers lounging, board out of their wits, and somehow it brings a strange smile to her face. To know that what is important to her is not important to everyone.

And then Kamiko saw his parents, near the stage where a picture of Ichigo sat. She thought it was from last year, he was smiling, pointing at something in the night sky. She suddenly felt light headed and hungry and her womb twitched.

Pushing past the feeling she approached his parents. Yamada Taro and Haruko were both in their late 40’s but she managed to look younger, her blue eyes and purple tinged hair betraying her ancestry. The pair looked exhausted, grieving.

Kamiko bowed deeply. “I am sorry I..” She wanted to confess everything, the love, the betrayal, but she knew it would drag them in, pull them in the way of fate. She started over “I am sorry for not being there for you, for him, for not being able to help. I would like to give him these if you will have me.”

“Kamiko, you are always welcome. I know you two didn’t hang out together as much as you used to, but you were always a welcome guest. He would want you here.” Yamada Taro replied firmly, his wife nodding, but also staring at the flowers you brought. Kamiko could see that he too was confused by the flowers you had brought.

The roses had changed, the tips of each petal were now a deep red heart.

“Where..” “Did..” He started only to be interrupted by his wife. They look at each other and Haruko starts again. “Did he know how you feel?”

[X] Lie.
[X] “Yes.” and
-[X] say no more
-[X] ask to talk later
-[X] explain some things: (Chose one or more)
--[X] about the good part of the date.
--[X] and the /good/ part.
---[X] and what the pregnancy test showed.
--[X] your part in the bad.
---[X] even the magic. [Shiro-kun says this is very bad to do.]
--[X] his part in the bad.
---[X] even the magic.[Shiro-kun says this is very bad to do.]
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[Y] Gently.
[Y] Controlled.
[Y] Genuinely.
[Y] Repentantly.
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No. 712068 ID: f461c5

>>712042
yes, and ask to talk more later.

Controlled.
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No. 712077 ID: 3d2d5f

Yes. Ask to talk later. (We'll give them the good part of the date, but not the /good/, or anything else. Give them some comfort without dragging them in).

Controlled / repentant.
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No. 712091 ID: 146cb1

Yes. and ask to talk later

Controlled.
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No. 712298 ID: 551346

[Called]
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No. 712300 ID: 1cebc8

[X] "Yes". Tell them not to press the issue further. Ever.
[Y] Gently.
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No. 712383 ID: 7eea00

[X] “Yes.” and
-[X] explain some things:
--[X] about the good part of the date.
--[X] and the /good/ part.
---[X] and what the pregnancy test showed.
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No. 713930 ID: b7d7d5
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713930

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9sJxMoaR0s

[X] “Yes.” and
-[X] ask to talk later
[Y] Controlled.

Kamiko noded slightly. “Yes he did. I shouldn't take up more of your time right now, but if we could talk later?”

“Of course. Though today is not so good.” Taro-san said, running his hand through his hair. “Haruko, do we have anything planned tomorrow morning?”

“No, but I think it’s a school Saturday.” His wife replied.

“Oh. Right. Haven’t had to track those in a while.” He replied. “How about that afternoon then? It would be nice to have someone young in the house.”

Kamiko could hardly say no to that, so she didn’t. “That sounds fine. Though, this is more important than school; with all that’s happened I’m going to have to redo the year anyway.”

“No, that’s not good Kamiko-chan. School is important.” Taro-san says. “Even if you will have to redo some classes.” Haruko-san very slightly grimaces at her husband.

“Ah, yes.” Kamiko laughs awkwardly, and then bows, her palms together with her thumbs towards her chest. “My prayers are with you.”

“And ours with yours.”

Kamiko turns around and finds a seat among the pews, feeling fidgety and wishing she had something to eat. Though that would be unthinkably rude.

People continued to wander in, some talking to the Yamadas, others just heading directly to the pews.

Pretty soon the minister is there and Kamiko quiets her thoughts, trying to pay attention to the man’s words about life and death and the soul. You try to be appreciative but it honestly feels a bit cheap, besides you think you know more about souls then he does. But that’s not the point of this sort of thing.

The Yamada’s come up on stage and talked about their son. How he loved going to the zoo when little, or how he would throw himself into projects or new interests, redecorating his room to match his new obsession. Haruko-san talked about bringing him home from the hospital, and watching him try to boss around the other kids at kindergarten, continuing to the way he started to study astronomy and the history of their faith, even looking at rock music and accusations of satanism. Taro-san talked about how Ichigo always loved using his hands, from when he would pat down the furniture as a toddler, towards learning to write and draw, and then later gravitating towards sculpture and models. He talked about years in school that went well, and those that went badly. Friends he made and times when was alone.

It hurt. Kamiko knew he <i>might</i> not be dead, but also that she would most likely never see him again, and it wasn’t impossible you killed him. He had been weakened and without his minions and sloppy from anger. Or maybe he had suffered the same fate as her newer friends on those cold and arid slopes.

But it was good to confront the pain, not master it as one might a fear, but listen to it, hear it speak, and become part of you. To keep living in this world, diminished by the loss.

Pretty soon Kamiko realized she was already taking the bus back home. Her silent tears drying in the warm air.

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That evening she ate so quickly and so much her parents stared at her.

“Please don’t try to drown your sorrows in food. That’s not healthy for your body or mind,” advised her mother.

“I’m not, I’m just… I must not have eaten enough for lunch” Kamiko lied. “Thinking about the Yamada’s distracted me from eating.”

“Ah. Um… good then.” Her father said uncomfortably.

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The next few days passed uneventfully: wake up, throw up, breakfast, cravings for weird food, go to school, creep out the other girls in the locker room, stare at the PE teacher, go home, try to do homework, mostly get disctracted by porn, masterbate to sleep, do it all over again.

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Kamiko arrived at the Yamada’s house: it was an old house.... And it let you know that. An enclosed garden and pond were flanked by the living quarters and a storage shed. Ichigo’s shoes sat in the entry way. Kamiko took hers off too, and put them next to his. . After that, Haruko-san was waiting. She lead her through the old, dignified corridors to a smaller room - one with a konatsu, and where Taro-san already had an electric kettle and tea pot set up.

He poured a cup of green tea for each of the two ladies as they sat down, tucking their legs under the table.

“It’s good to have you here, Kamiko.” He said. “But I understand, with all that’s happened, wanting to be alone or being overwhelmed. But...you wanted to talk to us?” he asked.


[X] explain some things: (Chose one or more)
-[X] about the good part of the date.
-[X] and the /good/ part.
--[X] and what the pregnancy test showed.
-[X] your part in the bad.
--[X] even the magic. [Shiro-kun says this is very bad to do.]
-[X] his part in the bad.
--[X] even the magic.[Shiro-kun says this is very bad to do.]
-[X] write in:
[X] write in:
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[X] Detachedly
[X] Clinically
[X] Passionately
[X] Quickly
[X] Carefully
[X] Exhaustively
[X] write in:

(You can also attach the qualities to single topics if you like. If say you want to describe the /good/ part clinically, but the bad passionately or whatever.)
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No. 713933 ID: 1cebc8

Just say one thing: you want to say goodbye to this place. No matter what happens, even if Ichigo came back from the dead, you're done. You want to close this bleeding chapter in your life and live out the rest of your life.

It just hurts too much.

[X] Exhaustively.
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No. 713966 ID: f58583

Do you mean "Exhaustedly"? One is exhausting everything one could say about it, the other is doing something as if very tired.
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No. 714015 ID: 02422f

>-[X] about the good part of the date.
>[X] Carefully
Just trying to give them something good, maybe a little bit of closure. We can't get them involved with the rest, not now.
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No. 715820 ID: 551346
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715820

Paint it black, final. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AS3p05KX9L0

Kamiko took a long sip of tea stealing her self. "I did. I needed to say goodbye to this place. And I wanted to tell you, in person, about that day. I told the facts to the police of course but I need to close out this part of my life, cauterize my heart."

Taro-san looked slightly confused, under a polite mask. While Haruko-san looked almost hurt, she could see where I was going.

”Just being here, even with you two. It brings it back. It makes me long to hear his laugh. I keep expecting to hear the bathroom door open, and have him sit down at the table with us. That afternoon was so perfect, except it wasn't.” She wanted to explain: how she had betrayed him, how she had ruined something beautiful by using it as a weapon, how she still felt his touch inside her.

“I planned the whole afternoon out: eat lunch at the burger place, walk to the mall, then the park, then well things went better than I planned.” Kimiko didn't quite mean to say it like that, but it would do. “Your son was quite the gentleman, but not too much of one, roundly beat me at DDR too. It wasn't really our first date.. Just the first where we knew it was a date.” She smiled as she talked, but then gulped some tea as her smile faded into a tense frown.

She started again, her voice steady and slow. Even as she talked of anger her voice stayed quiet, a leash held taut and steady. “It wasn't until much later the fire broke out and I lost sight of him in the smoke and the noise. Part of me is angry at him, at you even. Just.. I mean you have to hurt more then me. But..if I saw his face again, I don't know what I would do, or if I would regret it.”

She paused here unsure where to go. “So... I'm going to finish this tea. Say goodbye, and then forget, move on. Sorry for being selfish.”

The Yamadas seemed to silently sigh. “It does get easier, eventually. Take care of yourself.” Taro-san said, carefully. He started to say something else, but stopped, instead lightly touching his wife's hand.

No one spoke as as they sipped tea.

Kimiko finished first, but stared at her empty cup. She had hurried to drink it, wanting this awkward meeting to end, but now she hesitated, suddenly aware of her blinking.

Shaking herself from her daze, she put the cup down with a wooden clunk. “I think it's time for me to go. Yamada-san, Yamada-san.”

“Right. Well we can see you to the door.” Yamada Taro said, him and his wife rising from the table.

“Of course.” Was all Kamiko said, rising in turn and walking to the entrance way. ”Goodbye, I wish you well.”

“Good wishes to you as well” they said, not knowing that this would in fact be the last time they would see her.

(No vote. Next episode will be in a few days. Feel free to comment. The picture might not be the right kind of tea, I am a tea philistine, I like anything with caffeine in it.)
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No. 715821 ID: 1cebc8

... So what is this quest going to BE about?
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No. 715837 ID: b7d7d5

Well, hmm. The projected plot is mostly about people trying to kill your kid and the problems this causes in your life. (Mostly the second. )

Not sure how much to spoil.
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No. 715874 ID: 02422f

>>715820
Dang. I think we just hurt them more, though hopefully it's some kind of closure. Still way too much emotion there for her.

>>715837
No spoiling necessary, I think.
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No. 718622 ID: df3d6c
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718622

Part 1 - https://youtu.be/Qa98AhEVAZQ

“Ya, takun, I’ll be here after school. Akane’s family’s shrine is housing a youkai. I heard you the first three times.” Kamiko says throwing a bag of jerky and a dozen clementines in her lunch/breakfast bag. “You never did explain why the actual miko’s aren’t doing this sort of thing..grr, these new powerbars don’t fold” she gives up on trying to fit them in her pockets. “Dad where did I put the tuna and nori?”

“Behind the lemonade. Are you sure you can’t join us for breakfast?” He replies from down the hall.

“Sorry. I’ve already ate. I need to stop by the Museum to buy some books.” She yelled back stuffing the cans of tuna and jar of nori in her lunch. “God-damn ayakashi and youkai infesting the internet, means I can’t just print out what I need.”

“Don’t swear Kamiko-chan. It can be dangerous for someone like you. Especially now. The land of the dead wants you too.” Shiro-kun said in a mix of barks and whines.

Kamiko softened her expression. “Sorry. I’ll try to be careful.” She said, leaning down to scratch him behind his ears. “I’m not planning to join Kagura-sempai any time soon, okay?”

She stood up and left the kitchen. As she rushed through the futuristic looking home, built with clean lines and simple colors, she overheard her parents say something about middle school. Which was weird, she didn't know anyone still in middle school.

“I might be late for dinner, but I'll call. I'm going to be in the south district, near Akane’s. If anything happens, call me. Please.” Kamiko yells as she hops to pull on each shoe. “Woosh, woosh, right? Later, alligators.”
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No. 719268 ID: 7088b1

-----

Caring about school was starting to get easier, life returning, if not to where she was before, or during those rambunctious months before it all went to hell, then to a new calm, a new illusion of normality.

Strangely the same senses she had trained for sensing the enemy had started triggering more and more. Sometimes she could even see the kami of trees or patches of grass, or curses hissing in people’s shadows. A ticking noise like a old watch would tell her when she was being videotaped. She could see and hear, at times, the rhythm and choreography, of the carefully arranged dance that was Japanese life.

Other senses too triggered. Not of the eyes and ears and mind, but of the nose, and gut, and yoni. She could smell fear, and lust, and envy’s lemon like spice.

Sometimes she could smell /things/ hiding, fleeing from her clumsy gaze. She felt like a clumsy kitten that had never seen a mouse hearing them move in the walls. Once she had happened upon a couple of small children playing tag, and she scared the poor boy who was it so badly he fell and started crying in terror. The way she felt full afterwards bothered her deeply.

Today though seemed to be a low strangeness day. Other than the ticking, and shapes in the rain, she didn't see or feel much. The classes themselves were difficult and made worse by what she missed when she had stayed home from school. But she figured that if she wanted to be a good mother, graduating high school was on the check list.

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No. 719269 ID: 7088b1

What does Kamiko investigate first?

[X] Art supplies for making talsimsns.
[X] Just what is spooky in the neiborhood.
- by foot
- by word of mouth
- by internet
- by museum gift shop.
[X] How is Akane's cousin doing with being a miko now.
-- can she help out?
[X] Pictures and text to make talismins with.
[X] Getting her Mahou-jutsu up to snuff. (Someone to spar with would be worth a lot)
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No. 719301 ID: 1cebc8

>>719269
[X] Pictures and text to make talismans with.
[X] Art supplies for making talismans.
[X] How is Akane's cousin doing with being a miko now.
-- Can she help out?
[X] Learn how to spell "Talisman".
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No. 719310 ID: bb8588

>>719269
Checking on Akane should be quick, so do that.
Next, learn how to create talismans and practice setting them up quickly. If you can get to the point where you can slam one out in a hurry then you can use them to set traps; chalk on pavement may not be highly effective materials, but throwing an enemy off balance is all it takes.
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No. 719317 ID: a075ba

>[X] Art supplies for making [talismans].
>[X] Just what is spooky in the [neighborhood].
>- by word of mouth
>[X] How is Akane's cousin doing with being a miko now.
Keeping in supplies and keeping an ear out for strangeness seems like they should be standard practice, even in the quiet times.

>[X] Learn how to spell "Talisman".
Look, kanji are hard, okay? :p
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No. 719651 ID: 551346

Not sure you guys understand the word "first". :P

But called for Art supplies, and then checking on Akane's cousin. (the new Miko).
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No. 719728 ID: c695b2

>>719269
>practice Mahou-jutsu
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No. 720074 ID: 551346
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720074

Kamiko had said she was going to the museum, but once she was out the the door she found herself waffling between buying art supplies or checking up on the new miko. Eventually she decides to get the supplies immediately. That way she can practice actually making talismans during lunch.

Call supply store had a small brick storefront hiding two floors of cramped hallways covered in racks of paints, paper, inks, brushes, each in their own section. The proprietor, a balding man with glasses and a vest worn over a sweatshirt, welcomed her in.

“Good morning, do you need anything?”

“Good morning,” replied Kamiko, “Where are the brush-calligraphy supplies?”

“In the basement: past the markers on the left side of the hallway: brushes at eye level, inks near the floor. Paper is all the way in the back on this floor.”

“Thank you.”

Kamiko power walked to the stairs hidden at the back, jumping down them three steps at a time. If she wanted to still get to school in time she was going to have to make this fast. Finding the shelves of brushes wasn't difficult, but the wide variety of sizes, hairs, brands, and even shapes of brush was somewhat overwhelming. Grabbing a few sizes that looked old fashioned, but weren't the most expensive was going to have to be enough for now. Ink blocks were below, as well as some jars of pre-mixed that she ignored. It might be a little more convenient, but she was pretty sure it was cheating. A grinding board and ink well went into her bag as well.

It wasn't long before she was wincing at the price, all told it came to almost fifteen thousand yen, about half of her savings, and more than two months of her allowance.

At least the paper was fairly cheap so she wasn't going to run out any time soon.

Tick - Tock

Kamiko managed to get to school only a little bit exhausted and muddy. It was probably against school rules to turn up with mud on your skirt, but well, it won’t have been the worst morning she’s had.

She sat down in the 3rd’s window seat, and listened to the class representative welcome in the teacher.

Tick - Tock

Caring about school was starting to get easier, life returning, if not to where she was before, or during those rambunctious months before it all went to hell, then to a new calm, a new illusion of normality.

Strangely the same senses she had trained for sensing the enemy had started triggering more and more. Sometimes she could even see the kami of trees or patches of grass, or curses hissing in people’s shadows. A ticking noise like a old watch would tell her when she was being videotaped. She could see and hear, at times, the rhythm and choreography, of the carefully arranged dance that was Japanese life.

Other senses too triggered. Not of the eyes and ears and mind, but of the nose, and gut, and yoni. She could smell fear, and lust, and envy’s lemon like spice.

Sometimes she could smell /things/ hiding, fleeing from her clumsy gaze. She felt like a clumsy kitten that had never seen a mouse hearing them move in the walls. Once she had happened upon a couple of small children playing tag, and she scared the poor boy who was it so badly he fell and started crying in terror. The way she felt full afterwards bothered her deeply.

Today though seemed to be a low strangeness day. Other than the ticking, and shapes in the rain, she didn't see or feel much. The classes themselves were difficult and made worse by what she missed when she had stayed home from school.

Kamiko’s best class is History, and her worst is Gym. As of her last report card she had:
32% in Gym
71% in History of Japan
51% in Pre Calculus
58% in Ichthyology
66% in English

She has some time between classes, you are supposed to to use it for homework, and you can, but people also use them for snacks or to catch up with their friends. You have 2 breaks, and can do a single action up to 2 times, except eating. (You didn’t bring enough food to snack more then once and still have lunch.)

[ ] Eat her power bars. (If you don’t choose this, she will either get faint and not be able to pay attention in class, or try to sneak a bar during class. The later is incredibly rude.) (1/3 of a break)
[ ] Study [Subject other than Gym] (1 whole break). Will make you cranky.
[ ] Nap (Will slightly improve Gym and English, is a little weird) (2/3 of a break)
[ ] Try to Make Friends (1/2 of a break) Will make you notice your classmates.
[ ] Catch up on rumors (1/2 of a break) Will make you notice your classmates.
[ ] Meditatie (1/2 of a break). Will calm you down.
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No. 720093 ID: 1cebc8

Study Precalculus, nap, then a power bar for dessert. Get your grades to average THEN make friends.
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No. 720198 ID: a075ba

>Caring about school was starting to get easier, [...] The classes themselves were difficult and made worse by what she missed when she had stayed home from school.
The quoted section is a verbatim repost of >>719268 (expect for the very last sentence). Was that deliberate, or a copy paste error?

>You have 2 breaks, and can do a single action up to 2 times, except eating.
[X] Eat her power bars. 1/3
[X] Nap 2/3
[X] Catch up on rumors 1/2
[X] Meditate 1/2

That adds up to 2. Only real constraint on the order / which break you do which in is that you should get the nap in before English and Gym or it won't help with them.
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No. 720233 ID: 7088b1

I moved that section around so much in my notes, i forgot i had posted it already.
Sorry about that.
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No. 720291 ID: a075ba

>>720233
That's fine, I was just making sure we weren't missing something else that was supposed to be there.
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No. 720317 ID: 551346

Okay, going to start writing in 26 hours, or when I see a third vote.
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No. 722395 ID: 7088b1

(Ugh. Sometimes the bear eats you.)
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