Due to personal issues recently, I’m going to put all my RP blogs in a hiatus—unofficial until I catch the SoF ask open.
Apologies to those who were awaiting replies from my characters.
Thank you for understanding~
10 months ago | 4 notes
Source: pachiie
A flock of birds fluttered wildly away as she gazed at the clear cerulean sky with narrowed, auburn eyes. That did not seem normal. Bazett marched over to the lone tree from where those sparrows previously perched. There seemed to be something in the tree, she gathered. Though the redhead guessed it to be an ambitious cat, she inspected the branches to be on the safe side and saw the swinging shadow rapidly approach her.
“…!!”
No thoughts formed. Only her fists instinctively reacted. She went to strike, aiming straight for the young girl’s head at demonic speed. Self-control took rein just in the nick of time. Her fists trembled from the restraint before she put them down. A half second later and beautiful sandy hair and chunks of flesh may have decorated her gloved hands. A tiny breeze passed from the pressure. All animosity sapped away from her upon identifying the other’s fuchsia uniform. Bazett now gazed at the dangling girl with a plain expression, tilting her head to the left.
“Just the basics.” She replied earnestly as if that murderous intent never happened. With an uncharacteristic gentleness, Bazett ushered the girl to come down from the tree. First, secure her. Then play cat’s cradle? The woman had not played that since she was a little girl. Only vague memories remained of the string game.
Her fingers wiggled in odd formations as she tried to recollect how to play. Bazett took the student’s question with astounding seriousness before she realized where her duties lied. “You should be inside the school, Miss…?” The redhead inquired a name though her brow knitted, still moving her hands to some imaginary game.
Although Canaan saw the flare of blue and the fist flying towards her face, she didn’t dodge as the flare was weak, and more on the cautious side, and the woman seemed skilled enough to stop that fist right in front of her face, the impact causing the wind to blow through her hair.
Canaan leaps down the tree as the woman motions her to do, saying that she just knew the basics.
As soon as Canaan gets down, she looks at the red-haired woman curiously, her fingers fiddling with an invisible string.
“Want to borrow my string?” she offers.
“You should be inside the school, Miss…?”
Oh, right. Classes. Self-defense class. Ryougi Shiki. “Canaan,” she introduces herself, thinking of what she should say, wondering if saying that her current class’ teacher is very scary will suffice.
(Source: synesthesiia)
10 months ago | 16 notes
Source: synesthesiia
Canaan, unfortunately, is still ignorant of how school works.
The concept of homework shouldn’t be that hard, though.
“So by the end of the week I want you all to have gotten yourself into some kind of fight. Whether you start it or not doesn’t matter to me. Go try and play a hero. Just know you’ll be writing me a brief summary of it, and for ever injury you sustained you lose points.”
Fortunately for Canaan too, her debut in the school was a fight with this very teacher, so looking for a fight is out of the way.
…
Why should she bother? It’s not like this teacher even liked her job, just like how Canaan isn’t exactly brightening up to the idea of being a student. She should just go an as usua—
“It’ll be done soon.”
So her suspicions were confirmed. At least now she wouldn’t have to worry too much on the owner of her body. Canaan wasn’t one to run around wild and free. She also had her on vesicle at ransom.
As their hostile greeting came to an end she decided to place the gun back on her person in its hiding spot. There was no need for it now but who knew what might come at her later. She’d rather not get killed herself or be left with the guilt of destroying another at the same time.
“This isn’t so bad.” Shiki spoke her mind allowed while wandering to bed, flopping back on it. She could at least be thankful that neither had ended up anywhere else.
Her eye brow thus quirking in curiosity at the mention of her body being heavy. She was older than this ‘normal girl’ but perhaps there was more meaning to it? With Canaan there always was. The weight of death, the weight of her guilt. Inhabiting this body made her believe that is what she truly meant. For she was now so light with nothing to weigh her shoulders down.
She’d love to switch back also but, “Perhaps you are just not used to those?” what way could possibly fix them? It had to be a spell, that much was certain. If it was anything like Touko had instructed her on before than without a massive power source this would only last them a few days.
She would just have to make the best of it. Her finger directing itself first at the flat chest she now possessed and then back to her own. Ah. That was quite a weighing difference as well.
Even if she wanted to switch back, though, she doesn’t even know where to start looking. Canaan sighs as the woman in her body plops back onto her bed. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to the sight of her body moving outside of her will.
“This is really troubling, you know. Do you know anything about it?” Hearing that the soul-switch is at least temporary should at least calm her down.
The thought came to her that it wouldn’t be too bad to play around with this body, despite its literal and figurative weight, for a while if the soul-switch is indeed temporary. She has no idea what she would do, though. What’s a mature woman’s body like?
Ryougi Shiki points to their chests; Canaan’s smaller one, Ryougi’s bigger one.
“Perhaps you are just not used to those?”
Canaan tilts Ryougi Shiki’s head, confused.
“What… what about them?”
It was odd to watch her body move in the eyes of another. Fear hitting her body like a bolt of lightening as her own knife was drawn, the blue surrounding her body seeming to blaze across the room. It was unknown who resided in her body but their intent was coming off quite clear or did that just come with the ‘housing’?
She would rather not rely on the latter possibility and found that to live she must strike first. While both were surprised by their sudden choice of weapon in hand she was the one to recover faster. Whoever held her body was clearly less experienced with the use of a blade.
Even with her own knife pointed at her throat she did not hesitate to aim her pistol. Their eyes were both active but unlike Canaan’s, her own gave this stranger the ability to kill with ease.
At the question she moved in closer, as if daring her own knife to run her through and end this life. The muzzle of the gun pressing into her own kimono and chest. “How about you answer my question first.” Seeing how fast ‘Shiki’ got here meant this room was familiar to them. She was in Canaan’s body right now so it was possible that the teen was in hers instead.
She needed to be certain though. “Why are you in my body?” Her voice laced with hatred as ruby eyes seemed to glow brighter. The gun was on safety for now, but she could easily change that if her question wasn’t answered.
“Canaan,” Canaan replies, still unused to the sound of the voice. Now that she thinks about it, Ryougi Shiki and Alphard do sound quite the same.
“Why are you in my body?”
“I wish I knew how it happened, but I could ask you the same question.” Apparently, Ryougi Shiki is in her body as well. Their souls have switched? Canaan has never heard of this happen in her life.
She could fight fine without her synesthesia, and with Ryougi Shiki’s eyes she definitely has some edge, but she’s unused to the body, and fighting someone like Ryougi Shiki—even if it’s with a body she’s intimately familiar with—she’d rather not fight without her synesthesia.
The lines on her body are still disturbing her too, so she turns off the eyes and pulls back the knife.
“I don’t want to fight,” Canaan says, exhaling. “Let’s look for a way to reverse this. Your body’s heavy.”
Even though the truth of the matter was right before her eyes, she couldn’t believe it. Her eyes glaring down upon her reflection as if by concentrating enough she would return to the body she was used to.
It was to no effect. Instead she would find her eyes flickering to life much like her original would. At least it was nice to know they functioned the same way to a degree. There was also the bonus of a lack of pain. Instead, staying in this mood, it was as if she was truly looking upon the world.
This new discovery calming her a bit as she decided to take advantage of it. Eyes that told her the truth of life compared to hers that revealed death. So far nothing seemed to bring forth an interesting ‘color’ within the room. Which meant that these were only of a true use when directed toward a living creature.
“Well then.” She headed straight for the open window. There was sure to be a bird hanging out on a tree or even a squirrel on the ground. Instead of a small animal though she was suddenly greeted with a flash of blue.
The killer instinct she harbored and the scream to survive rang in her head as this body did what she commanded, jumping back swiftly and crouching to the ground. So blue meant murder, death, that much was clear now.
Shiki reaching back behind her to pull out her knife only to find a gun instead. The momentary shock putting her off balance against this opponent.
Canaan probably should’ve expected it due to the odd events, but she really finds it surprising, and quite shocking, to actually /see/ her body move in response to her barging in, pulling out her gun on its owner.
Out of reflex, Canaan leaps out of the way and quickly pulls out Ryougi Shiki’s knife, dashing forward towards her own body—and almost trips due to the unfamiliarity of the body she is in. She catches herself easily and subtly enough that most wouldn’t have caught it.
It’s still an error, though, and she finds herself in a stalemate with her own body.
Ryougi Shiki’s eyes on, she can see the lines on her body. Recalling what happened to the mirror, Canaan doesn’t dare move the knife, pointed at her body’s throat, in her hand. She’d rather not destroy her body if she could help it.
A mental shiver as Canaan remembers her fight with Ryougi Shiki. With these eyes, she realizes how easy it would’ve been for Ryougi Shiki to kill her, destroy her. A very clear reminder of her mortality—honestly something she never thought too much of until recently.
She shakes the thought off though, and refocuses on the current situation.
“And you are?”
After inhabiting this school for almost a month now she had been hoping today was going to finally be a rare moment where nothing odd happened…
That was until she finally awoke and made her way out of bed.
A normal person probably would’ve grown suspicious just after waking up. The bed being smaller and the room unfamiliar. Shiki couldn’t quite remember what happened after talking with Canaan on the roof the night prior. It wasn’t like they had battled, but it had grown quite late. Blanking out wherever to sleep was a specialty of hers.
No, what gave her a start was opening her eyes to the world itself. Everything was bright, too bright. She also seemed to be looking at everything through a kaleidoscope. Objects were easily seen but nothing seemed to be colored correctly. It reminded her of when she first woke up in the hospital after her accident and discovered the new ability of her eyes.
But her eyes were different this time. “Where are the li—” As she spoke, covering her eyes from this new vibrant world she froze. The voice that came out wasn’t hers either. Her fingers parted slightly to get a peek around the room. She must’ve mistaken her own voice for the girls. Yet she wasn’t anywhere to be found near her.
Normally she wasn’t one to panic but there was a sudden burst of emotions going through her. As if the mind and body currently disagreed on how to react. Was she somehow Canaan? Feet scampered across the floor in search of the bathroom. The door being slammed open as hands pressed hard into the sink. The reflection in the mirror being that of a white-haired and tan skinned teenager.
“This has got to be a joke…”
When Canaan woke up this morning, the first thought that came to her mind was that her chest feels heavier. Her whole body felt heavier, the second thought as she lifts herself up from the bed.
It’s not just a literal heavy, either. It’s like she’s been a depressing person the whole week.
Did she… get taller?
Her room looks odd, too. Everything feels odd. Maybe the weight she’s feeling is a sense of danger, a huge kind of danger that puts her feet to the lightest yet feels so heavy she might collapse. A danger she’s felt only from Ryougi Shiki and Alphard.
Concern comes to her head, so she turns her synesthesia on.
What came to her aren’t the colors, though. Lines. Lines she can’t comprehend.
A sudden pain shot through her, but she couldn’t tell from where; it’s as if she isn’t in her body. She closes her eyes and exhales, sighs in an attempt to let it all off. A soft grunt, and Canaan clutches her head.
That… sigh, and that grunt sounded odd.
Canaan opens her eyes.
“Where… where are the colors?
“What—” Canaan almost jumps when she hears her own voice.
Sh-she sounds just like Alphard!
Canaan rushes to what she assumed is the bathroom, and sees her reflection on the mirror.
Did… did she grow up? She’s certainly taller, and she feels stronger. Her skin grew lighter, and her hair grew darker—no. Since when did she ever wear this… it’s called a kimono.
“Ryougi Shiki,” she mutters to herself after a silent moment of panic. A deep breath, and Canaan turns on her synes—no, Ryougi Shiki’s eyes.
That distant feeling of pain comes to her once more, but she finds it’s something she can get used to.
Lines. Everywhere. On everything. Curious, Canaan touches one of the lines on the mirror. The mirror shatters, and Canaan pulls back before she cut a finger.
She looks around, and sees lines on every single thing. Deciding she probably shouldn’t experiment on it further (for now, maybe), and suddenly she’s out the window and running towards her dorm.
The body’s easy to move in. It’s a bit less acrobatic than hers, but it’s stronger and is agile as she thought it would be. It didn’t take long before Canaan opens the window to her dorm room and leaps in.
When her hands were finally placed accordingly she gently gripped Canaan’s wrists. Just as before her contact cause a reaction most strange in the girl. As if ever brush of her fingers willed the other to flee. It was as if she knew exactly what Shiki suppressed, what she was.
She looked directly at her a moment, a bad choice. There had been a feeling of intrusion and she soon learned why. Her eyes sparkling blue in defense of the red that shinned back. Her grip tightening on Canaan’s wrist then. Those eyes so similar and yet so different. While Shiki appeared to see the end, the death to all things those eyes took in the opposite.
To see the world in all its natural beauty, the lively emotions of the human heart. Though envious she knew it was more a curse than blessing to carry that gift.
Suddenly she pulled Canaan’s wrists apart, tightening the string in her grasp. As if trying to pretend that small look between them never happened. “First you’ll want to do this.” The last words she spoke before working solely on the task at hand. Shiki not even sure the student was paying attention as the string was looped around her fingers in a fluid motion.
The only pause taken when she reached the end, a question thrown at her. “You don’t need a room to teach.” Yes she was skipping class, but at the same time she was educating a student; you. Today alone Shiki would give you a private lesson.
Canaan never really thought much of her eyes. Not a gift, nor a curse. It’s just there; for her it’s as if it’s a natural thing to have.
Synesthesia. Vision, hearing, taste, touch, smell. Five independent sense all at once. For example, she can see colors from letters, and sound takes a definite shape for her.
Canaan doesn’t understand the exact details herself. As far as she’s concerned, these eyes help her in combat, allow her to see what others cannot. But relying on just these eyes aren’t enough.
Naturally absorb the truth in her eyes. Look at everything. Absorb everything as the truth. Only then will she actually find it, the truth.
The truth of Ryougi Shiki’s frightening eyes, and her fascination for death, her blinding murderous intent. Those were the truths Canaan uncovered during their fight, the truths she found terrifying to behold.
Those eyes…
Those eyes return to their normal black state, and Ryougi Shiki continues on as if nothing had happened. Back to trying to teach Canaan some cat’s cradle.
“You don’t need a room to teach.”
But this isn’t self-defense… was what Canaan was going to say, but decides against it.
She still doesn’t know what Ryougi Shiki is doing with the string, though.
“Are you good at cat’s cradle?”
(Source: synesthesiia)
10 months ago | 16 notes
Source: synesthesiia
Diva watched the girl as she moved across the rooftop, moving towards over to the edge and look around. The dark hair girl suppressed a giggle. How easy it would be to push he straight over the edge. And then what would she do? Could the girl survive the fall? Or would she land broken and bloody on the ground? There was truly only one way to find out.
But not tonight. Maybe another night she’d shove the girl over the edge and to her possible death.
“High places are interesting.” she said with a small nod. “They have a sort of sense of danger.” With the last word, Diva was by the other girl’ side, looking over the edge with her, smirking darkly.
“But hello yourself.”
“No…” Canaan never really felt any kind of sense of danger from high places. It’s not that she has a poor sense of danger; she’s just too used to high places. As a marksman, she more or less feels safer on higher places.
It’s not the high place that’s unsafe here, though.
Canaan turns to look at the woman near to her, her expression unconcerned.
“The only danger here is you,” she tells the woman, as if there’s not much to worry about.
Silence. A moment of bliss that ears could enjoy. It was the lullaby of the night that soothed the souls of those who wandered in the dark. Beings that would grow restless in the daylight. The busily joys of life, the kisses of the sun, these things were not something of comfort for these kinds of people.
Here she was, a wanderer. She held no real troubles with the light, it was only a bother. Yet the night attracted her.
There was much to be found in the dark. While others laid their heads to rest she could be free.
There was nothing to hinder her in the dark. Her urges could be released.
The grounds were not her goal on this journey though. Instead she wished to greet the sky. To say a hello to every star that now sparkled to life in the sky. She wondered on what it must be like up there. How one so far away and alone could shine so brightly. How they could appear comforted by others that were not in their reach. Someone might find her thoughts to be that of a romancer. Yet affection was unknown to her. The only joy she understood was the kind she ripped away from others.
Perhaps there was someone who held the same sentiment as her. Was there another just wandering in the dark?
The school, although attractive at night, did nothing to help the stars up in the night sky shine brighter.
Canaan remembers. A full night sky of stars. A girl, her friend, who looked at them, proclaiming herself an empty shell. An empty shell trying, looking for a way to shine like them. Shine as bright as she, Canaan, does. Asking her to stay by her side, so that someday, she may learn to shine by herself.
Canaan bites through the stick of sugar in her mouth, breaks it, and smiles. This won’t do. Maria’s been invading her thoughts too much lately.
Looking up at the stars one last time, she idly wonders if they could shine by themselves because they had someone by their side before.
Back to the grounds, she sees her reason for being in this school. All alone in the cool night.
It’s odd, to see someone like Ryougi Shiki suddenly lose her blue color. In its place, a familiar white. A color of loneliness, an emptiness that Canaan has seen before. Empty, lacking of shade. A ghost.
A color she remembers from Alphard, before she…
Canaan wonders. If that Ryougi Shiki she had fought and had almost killed her is still the same Ryougi Shiki she’s seeing right now. Wonders if someone like Ryougi Shiki really is capable of expressing the longing loneliness she’s emitting, something she can feel even without her synesthesia. A longing she can’t help but answer, with Alphard’s ghost dogging her.
Canaan leaps down from the rooftop, lands on a tree, jumps down from that and makes her way towards the teacher.
For a teacher, she sure sets a bad example for her students.
