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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

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[dontpokethat]

"Uh... probably not." He makes a face. Describing to his little sister how a magic plant was burned out of his eye socket was not on his to-do list for the day, thanks.

"But what's important is that it's been handled. Went to the doctor, too, to get it checked out."

[fourthscribe]

"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?"

[dontpokethat]

Ginko watches Haruki for a few seconds, not really doing anything to break the silence himself. Then he looks up, blinking at Tanyuu.

"Yeah, of course." It seems like it should go without saying that Tanyuu can talk to him about anything.

[fourthscribe]

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!

[dontpokethat]

It all sounds... familiar. Alarmingly so, right down to the mention of 'little spirit-things'. And expecting something inhuman in the mirror.

He speaks a few moments later, quiet and uncertain. "...I've... had the same thing happen. I don't... know what it is."

[fourthscribe]

"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."

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"Mountains..." He sits back and shoves his free hand through his hair, squeezing his eye shut. "Definitely sounds familiar, anyway, but-- yeah. I'm not sure why. Mountains, a river, a carnival... it all just sounds like nonsense."

But, if he's not the only one, it's got to mean something.

[fourthscribe]

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.