☠ 4th Haunt ☠ - [Fourth Wall Event]

[hollower]

PERONA will be bulldozing her way through the crowd while mounted side saddle on her noble steed which growls ans snaps each set of its teeth at anyone stupid enough not to get out of its way. Cerberus isn't much a fan of crowds, much like Perona. Eventually, she and Cerberus will take to the forest and ocean for their walk, where hopefully less people will be.

MIYABI is high atop the branches of the largest tree at the cherry blossom hill holing it up in a robin's nest, where she hopefully won't get stepped on. Whatever this influx of new, wingless people is, she's going to stay as far out of it as she possibly can. ...So long as the people don't mess with any of Amaterasu's trees or the small shrine on the hill there. She's also got the Lucky Mallet wrangled up and nearby, just in case she needs to size up quickly for whatever reason.



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[OOC: Yep, this is a catch-all for two of my characters. |Db Much like the other posts, please specify who you want to thread with in the subject line, if you could please. ♥]

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[inkdrops]

[And your rant, Waka, is being 1% heard, and 100% what the hell is this weirdo saying?

But at least he doesn't seem dangerous. He even feels strangely familiar...somehow. Maybe it's the clothes he wears? They're close to the customary garb of Nippon, though with some added flair. Very flamboyant flair, but eh.]

And who exactly are you?

[prophete]

[Lucky for you, Miyabi. That makes him louder than before! With more sparkles as he hops about on the branch with as much grace and mirth as he seems to lack tact.]

I am Waka, the gods' gift to man! But it does not seem as though the gods have sent me on an errand here. No, it was the work of another force, and I foresee that it will be tantalizingly short and sweet.

[inkdrops]

[By the gods, he looks like a crane dancing about like that, and with that helmet... Really, this man reminds her more of a bird than the actual ones do. Though a crane may be a little too sophisticated. A peacock, maybe? He seemed to like to strut about.

Pshaw. Gods' gift to man? She is not exactly buying that, sorry.] Waka, th--eh? You know about this place, a-and the Malnosso?!

[Or at least something like that. He's pretty vague.]

[prophete]

[Waka settles at last, balancing himself on the branch of the nest again. Hehe, just look at the surprise in this one!]

Oui! I know of them, and maybe a little about them. After all this time, both are still shrouded in relative mystery. And me . . . hehe, I am but a newcomer.

We've both seen and heard that which we will forget in two nights. [A pause, as if he's remembered an exception to the rule.] You, my little poncle, will without a doubt. Don't worry! It will be painless. You don't need the mallet.

[inkdrops]

[He knows of the Malnosso - okay, that's pretty legitimate, anyone could have read the journal's Guide to Luceti, it's accessible to everyone and anyone who can basically read. And there's no doubt to be an audio function to those that can't read. But the other thing he said...know a little about them? Hm. That's either very helpful or very suspicious, and Miyabi raises an eyebrow at this newcomer, hopping her way up onto his shoulder for a better view and to speak better.]

You're talking very strangely. [All in riddles, and she doesn't really like it.] And you know quite a lot about many things, Mr. Waka. Just who are you really? And how is it that you know all these things?

[prophete]

[Welcome aboard, little lady. As far as the view goes, she'll only see a borderline smug look, as per his usual. And a closeup of his beautiful face.]

Beyond what I've said? I receive prophecies, you know, and it is the task of a prophet to see more than just many things. I see, I learn, and I share. Get it?

[inkdrops]

[Miyabi stares at Waka's face for a few seconds longer than is really necessary - has she...seen this man before? He seems familiar in some way, though she can't place how, why, or from where. Mm, it must be nothing. Maybe she saw him around the Oina village at some point in her life. A traveler, perhaps.]

You're a prophet?! [Holy wow. That explains it then.] Ah...I'm sorry, I didn't know, and I acted poorly to you, Master Waka. Please forgive my rudeness. Uhm...but before you mentioned the mallet...it is possible that you come from Nippon, sir? Or is that only what you saw in a vision?

[She's homesick. Miyabi wants someone to talk to again, about familiar things. She's been the only one from her world for a very long time.]

[prophete]

My my, how polite.

[Haha. Is that a hint of desperation? Someone to speak with of home? Shipped off to some other world with uncertain hope of returning . . . ]

Nippon was where the darkness struck so relentlessly for hundreds of years. My visions thrived there. My task was to guard the Moon Cave, then guide Amaterasu to where she was next needed. So you are right, my little Poncle: I come from the realm that has once more learned to look upon the gods with adoration and reverence.

[inkdrops]

[It's been long. Too long without someone from home to speak to. She's had people come, yes, but they always depart. It's somewhat depressing now, and she's getting more and more homesick the longer she stays in Luceti. It's hard, when everything around you is so unlike the world you used to know. So, yes, she may be somewhat desperate for even the tiniest taste of nostalgia and home.]

Ama...so you are from Nippon! [She gives an excited hope, her glow brighter than ever before.] And you really helped Amm--eh, Mother Amaterasu, too?! Thank you, Master Waka! Thank you very much for aiding her on her journey! You must've been a big help to her with your visions... [Give her a minute or two, to pick apart your words. It's hard, when someone speaks so cryptically.] Once more--...does that mean the people of Nippon are beginning to believe again? I-In the gods and Amaterasu, too?

[prophete]

[Haha. Little one, visions are but tools for paving the way. He hardly helped her. Merely guided.

Well, that's not important.]

Indeed, and you have your village's pride and joy to thank. No finer work of Amaterasu exists! The painting stirred something deep in the hearts of the people, and the mother of all shone luminously. Quite the fitting end to the journey on Nippon, no?