Mother? Father? Where are you?

Did we go on a trip? Sometimes I fall asleep on the plane, but I don't remember leaving the house. Is this the Mainland? It looks kinda like a hotel... why're we here?

...Mother?

[[OOC: 6-year-old Ryuhou, yay! Ignore that he's supposed to be about 11 in these icons...]]

I've seen that there are new apartments available. Kazuma, how about it? Would you like to get one with me? They seem nice... and it would be a more private space than here.

...though I suppose we'd have to find out if either of us can cook.

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Last night, I dreamed of a man with silver hair and dark glasses. He spoke to me through a... screen, I think, a monitor. Mocking. Taunting. And he showed me my father...

My father is dead. He... he killed himself rather than be a hostage to... that man. Rather than to be a burden to me. Why? I could have saved him... I know I ( Read more... )

Ah... this is awkward. *flutters little dragon wings* It seems to be a common problem though... did everyone wake up as an animal? I would go out and see, but I can't reach the doorknob in the room, and I don't think these wings are really suitable for flying ( Read more... )

*wakes up slowly, drawing in a shuddering breath, then coughing*

Alive...? But I remember... that fight, I...

*shaking, teeth chattering a bit* It's cold... everything hurts...

*opens his eyes, searching, disoriented* K-Kazu...?

Allen, Riku, Sephiria, Rosette. We have a job to do.

I think it would be best if we went in teams to search for this criminal. He is apparently extremely dangerous. Use whatever means necessary to subdue him.

*as soon as Endrance's Avatar is defeated, Ryuhou draws in a deeper breath and slowly begins to wake up, eyes opening*

Wh-what happened...?

*starts to sit up, finds himself in the healer's tent* Where am I? ...Kazuma?

So, it's my turn today. I don't know anything about Endrance's fighting style, but I've been working with my Alter, and I believe I can control it well enough to use in this match.

Kazuma... I'm just glad you're all right after your fight.

I was training today to get ready for this tournament, trying to remember what my style of fighting is. I believe that I have been trained in some martial arts, as those movements seem to come easiest for me. I do not think that I ever used a weapon, other than my Alter... nothing seemed to be missing, in any case.

Private to friendsMy Alter... I' ( Read more... )

*is sitting on a park bench along his night patrol route, looking pale and a bit shaken, arms wrapped around himself ( Read more... )