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[senseandsword]

[The scene is a little misplaced, maybe, the steady foreground of a rural bus-stop set against a lucid background. Kuwabara himself is a solid figure among the occasional figment. For the moment, it's snowing, a show of his own sentimentality. He thinks though, for some reason, that he can feel or smell a rain coming

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[hime_ja_nai]

[Is watching from an alleyway in the distance... giving off an aura... about like the little girls in 'The Shining'...]

[ooc; and she's totally unreadable, and just popping in to peoples' dreams to FREAK THEM OUT]

[senseandsword]

[He comes out of a lull to look over. Another solid figure, and one that he doesn't know... Weird. What's worse is that feeling.]

Oi! What's up? If you don't have anything to do here, maybe it's best to move on.

[[ooc: Ah! xD Himemiya is pretty creepy, at times.]]

[hime_ja_nai]

[She doesn't move, other than to raise one hand and wave, the movement much slower than need be. Her face is expressionless, and her eyes are obscured by light glinting off of her glasses.]

[ooc; BWHAHAHA!!! XD It's so fun when she's being a creeper *snort*]

[senseandsword]

Ch. Freakin' phantoms...

[Which is what he assumes she is, in a way, something inhuman on the edge of existence. He'd likely be surprised to find her a real being in the waking world.]

Fine, stay there! I'm going to be leaving soon, anyways!

I'd like a prediction, please :>

[foxfacades]

[Just wandering by, seemingly unaffected by the cold, although it persists in collecting on her head and shoulders. She catches his words and pauses.]

...sir?

Cool, cool~ Anything in particular?

[senseandsword]

[Oops. Another one. Kuwabara idly pops a knuckle and looks up with a smile.]

Hey. What's up?

Something along the lines of "someone important to you is going to die" would be great

[foxfacades]

[She smiles back, pushing her hood back and dislodging the snow.]

Oh, just out for a walk...the snow is lovely....I just couldn't help overhearing you, I'm sorry.

*thumbs up*

[senseandsword]

I guess that's the way this dream goes.

[His smile fades into a more thoughtful expression. There's something about her and what she might be that... Foreign and maybe vaguely familiar.]

I'm Kuwabara Kazuma.

[banditfox]

[Kurama enters from his own dream, a red stain against his white coat where an arrow grazed his shoulder, and a small but valuable necklace clamped in his jaws. He has only two tails, but when he draws even with Kuwabara and drops the necklace in front of the bench, his body changes, filling out to his mature form and gaining another pair of tails.]

I'd better stay as I am. It'll save confusion if any of your acquaintances from school show up to ask about earthquakes.

[senseandsword]

[With the initial form, it actually takes Kuwabara a moment to recognize the fox. He laughs at the quip, taking the last from the cigarette before dropping it and snuffing it out.]

None of 'em have shown up here, I don't think. Speaking of earthquakes, though... How often d'you think that happens?

[banditfox]

How often do I think what happens? I only just got here.

[The fox wrinkles his nose at the smell of the cigarette and sneezes when a bit of the ash catches his nostrils.]

You shouldn't be smoking. You'll ruin your lungs.

[senseandsword]

Earthquake predictions. Although, I thought I heard...

[Another laugh, and he reaches up to scratch his nose.]

Sure, in the world over there. It's different here, you know, but I can still smell and taste it. I like familiar things, here.

[crossshapedscar]

[He's managed to wander out of his own mind... and apparently into someone else's. It takes him a little while to even realize it with the daze he had been in.]

[He lifts tired eyes to the lighter surroundings, the ebbing of the darkness seeming to lighten the weight he had felt on his shoulders, even if the snow seems to have followed him. He sees a tall boy nearby sitting on a bench.]

[Sitting seems so inviting at the moment...]

[He moves toward the boy and the bench, tiredly motioning to the empty half.]

May this unworthy one sit with you?

[ooc; Kuwabara may have at him! ^^; not really sure what that entails though <3]

[senseandsword]

[It takes a moment for the man to come into Kuwabara's view, to become more solid than other people. He was old-fashioned, a swordsman? There was no malevolence about him, though. A good a troubled man.]

Yeah, man. No problem.

[As if to emphasize the assurance, he scoots over to make more room.]

Bad day?

[[ooc: Whee~ It's... Kuwabara's a bit more perceptive to others' minds and emotional states, etc. in dreams. It wouldn't be anything aside from realizing his state of mind and maybe, maybe catching a glimpse or two of what's prominent on his mind. \o/ If you don't mind that, etc.]]

[crossshapedscar]

[He nods slowly, smiling tiredly.]

Thank you.

[He takes a seat, first pulling his sword from his belt, letting it rest against one knee between his legs, leaning with his elbows on his knees.]

You could say that...

[ooc; go for it! He's radiating guilt & worry--and if he pulls any images he might see this image of Enishi or this scene which is less a real memory and more a nightmare from what he saw in December. And lol... anything else he might want to see? 8D]

[senseandsword]

Like something that shouldn't have happened... But don't worry. It seems pretty neutral here, today. Whatever that guilt is, it doesn't matter to me.

You're friends with Makimachi Misao, right?

[[ooc: \o/ He's cool wif that. He knows Misao too, sooo... Hopefully that's cool.]]