dontpokethat: to accentuate my dirt like quality (Default)
Ginko ([personal profile] dontpokethat) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2017-07-27 04:25 pm

[closed]

Who: Ginko and assorted people
Where: Various locations around Portland
When: Late Week 3 and early Week 4
What: After trying to kidnap a child, getting kidnapped himself, and having his face set on fire, Ginko has a lot of catching up to do.
Warnings: talk of aforementioned face-burning probably, others tba as necessary

[Prompts below!]
fourthscribe: (Trapped and wandering)

[personal profile] fourthscribe 2017-08-09 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Idiot." It's murmured weakly against his shoulder, and try though she might a few hot tears still leak out down her cheeks. For a few moments more she holds on, but she knows this is less than ideal for Ginko's back and reluctantly unwinds her arms.

Tanyuu rolls back to allow Ginko to step inside, wiping her eyes as she does. "Come in. Will you help me onto the couch?"
fourthscribe: (Everything is depressing)

[personal profile] fourthscribe 2017-08-09 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
All of the movement is habit, familiar if not necessarily easy. It stings of something else, though, a sense that it should be a soft patch of grass she is lowered onto, or that she coils around to lounge of her own accord, the sweet scented breeze drifting past...

It's not right. Nothing has been right.

She shifts herself slightly, but nods with a weary smile. "As much as ever. Now what...what happened to you?"
fourthscribe: (Is this another omen)

[personal profile] fourthscribe 2017-08-09 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Tanyuu's brow furrows as she listens to Ginko, reaching over to put one of her hands over his. What he describes makes sense for how he was acting, why he fell out of contact for so long. Doesn't make it hurt any less, but she doesn't blame Ginko for it.

"Did...did her plan work?" It's hard to tell, sometimes, how badly things actually go with how much Ginko tends to blame himself.
fourthscribe: (Everything is depressing)

[personal profile] fourthscribe 2017-08-14 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Tanyuu threads her fingers into his, letting out a soft breath and resting her head on his shoulder. It's familiar, but...strange, as well. Something in the back of her mind tells her to hold this moment close before she's all alone again, but Ginko isn't going anywhere. Not now, at least.

"...I don't really want to know how he got it out, do I?" She's never seen the effects of such a spell before herself, let alone one cast by such a powerful fae, but...it was in his eye. The removal can't have been pleasant for anyone involved.
fourthscribe: (But the outside is right there)

[personal profile] fourthscribe 2017-08-16 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good, I was going to smack you again if you hadn't!"

It's only partly a joke, and Tanyuu lapses into uncomfortable silence after. Haruki tosses the ball across the floor and hops along after it, chirping loudly as he does.

"...Ginko, I...can I tell you something?"
fourthscribe: (A lonely life)

[personal profile] fourthscribe 2017-08-23 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
She remains silent still for a few long seconds, trying to work out exactly how to explain things.

"I've had...I don't know if they could be visions, or if they're just weird dreams or...what. But I've had these feelings of having...lived another life." She licks her lips, not meeting Ginko's eyes. "Some parts of it feel normal for that kind of thing, but then there are other things...I keep expecting to see little spirit-things around when you visit, or to look in the mirror and not see something human looking back at me."

Like a changeling. She won't say it, won't ever say it out loud, but the thought of flowers and weeds in her hair, purple skin and extra eyes...it's either that or aliens, and the latter doesn't make any sense at all!
fourthscribe: (Workin' hard)

[personal profile] fourthscribe 2017-09-02 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"You have?"

She looks up, brows creasing with concern, and her hand tightens over Ginko's.

"There must be something causing this. But I can't...I can't think of what." And that anxiety, on top of everything else, honestly isn't doing her any favors. "I know there was...there's something about mountains. They were important, but I can't figure out why."
fourthscribe: (Burdens of birth)

[personal profile] fourthscribe 2017-09-04 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
She hums a soft affirmative, her gaze going slightly distant. "I remember something like a library, but...incredibly old. And there was a room where writing crawled all over the walls." It really does sound ridiculous, doesn't it? Like some fever dream that should have been forgotten. But it can't be, not with how real it felt.