jikan_rpg | Cold and Clean and White, Shining Diamond Bright

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Cold and Clean and White, Shining Diamond Bright

⌛ Who: Kokoro and Everyone That Loves Not Dying from Heat
⌛ What: An unseasonably snowy day
⌛ When: July 3rd
⌛ Where: A Park in Tokyo
⌛ Warnings: N/A until they are

[The whole business with people (like her) being kidnapped and forced into bondage against their will sucked. Anyway, Kokoro wanted to forget all that, even if the tattoo around her arm wouldn't come off. (She'd tried to freeze it off, but nothing worked when you were immune to the cold.) Anyway, the summer in Tokyo was oppressively humid and hot, enough to make the yuki-onna want to cry and figure out a way to run to Hokkaido.

So the next best thing would have to be implemented. The extra energy she'd received through kizuna was more than enough for her to do this and also not need emergency kisses. A cloud appeared over the park she'd chosen, as she transformed into her full yuki-onna form, blue fingertips and lips and all floating white hair. Snow began to fall from the clouds as the temperature in the park dropped from oppressively hot to chilly, to nice and cold, just like she needed it.

With the extra kizuna, she could freeze more than 100 yards of the small park, further than she'd ever been able to before. That finished, Kokoro sat down on a blanket and picked out her favorite onigiri from a basket she'd brought along with her. Now all that was left was to let everyone know:]

As promised, I've got a lovely snow day for all of us who are melting from the heat. Please come to the park I've indicated on the map I've made! Let's have a nice day!

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[he can't help but reach up for his hat, tugging it down with the free hand, more out of habit than any real desire to hide]

They're not. [hmm, lets turn this around] You said your dad was from Hokkaido - is that where you're from?

[Kokoro shook her head, and the resulting movement made her hair swish back and forth, as though it were underwater.]

No, I was born in Tokyo, Higashi ward? Are you familiar with the area?

[Even in Jotaro's time, it's known for its arty atmosphere.]

It actually drives them nuts that I have a Tokyo accent. My mom's from Kyoto.

Ah. Yeah, I'm familiar. I grew up in Tokyo, [idk my bff Jojos] ward.

[he hasn't been to Higashi often, of course, but he knows of it.

It isn't an amused sound, exactly, but it could be mistaken for one] That must be something. [he considers the onigiri in his hand, thoughtful, before taking a bite]

It's like that in my family sometimes, but with English.

Isn't that a really rich area? Neat.

[Kokoro grinned at him and ate another onigiri.]

It varies if we're visiting her family or his, but it's sort of nice? Like... organized chaos. My dad isn't often around, though. He's a wildlife photographer. Technically my mom is too, but she's been a housewife for a while.

Mm, it's all old-fashioned houses.

["organized chaos" gets him to quirk a faint grin] Organized chaos is a good way to describe it. Usually it's my grandfather yelling at everyone to speak English.

[another bite of onigiri] . . . my dad's a jazz musician, so he's not around here. Mom stays home, too.

My English is... OK, but still really accented. We've got a teacher from overseas who teaches us and WOW, he's brutal.

[Kokoro laughed a little and finished off her onigiri.]

Frankly, I was taken in the middle of my third-year exams and I'm terrified that I'm going to forget everything I studied by the time I get back. What about you?

Huh. I'm fluent, I guess, but I get caught up on certain words or accents.

[god, school. He makes a brief face]

I'm a third year, too. [he sighs, because he has not given it much thought but now - ] Second term just ended, but I missed the last half of it because I was traveling.

That's unusual, are you able to graduate, then?

[Who misses a whole part of the school term? Suspect!]

I know my private school had a policy that was really strict for third years. Is yours the same way?

I don't know, I haven't been home yet. I was - at the end of my trip when I was pulled here.

[he shakes his head] It's public school, so they're not as strict. As long as you get the work in.

Luuckyyy~

[She laughed a little again. It was nice to talk to someone her own age and with similar experience (and he was tall! A third blessing!), and not have it be weird, or have to overexplain what was obvious and natural.]

Did you do any sports? You look like you'd be in maybe...

[She walked around him, considering.] Kendo? Aikido?

[He also looked like one of those old fashion delinquents, but he wasn't peppering his words with those very obvious rude phrases...] Looks like you'd be aces at both of those.

Maybe.

[he finishes off the onigiri as she starts circling him, eyebrows raising just slightly. She isn't like the annoying girls at school, who flutter around him asking questions and "Jojo this" and "Jojo that".

He finally shrugs at her question, brushing off his hands]

Track, a few years ago. But I don't do any sports now.

Track? I can see it. Shame that you don't do any sports now, though.

I was the captain of the girls' volleyball team at my school, but I had to retire because of exams. But it was super fun. I still have a really good spike, though. Have you see the dragon-human looking guy? I pass him almost every morning when I take a run.

[She finished circling her new friend and smiled at him.] So if you'd ever like to exercise together, let me know.

Even if I wanted to, they don't let you join any clubs if you skip classes. Doesn't matter if you're up to date on work or not.

[he's a delinquent but one who turns in his work, like the nerd he really is]

You mentioned volleyball - you must have some advantage on the other players. [because she's tall. He nods] Do you mean Genbu?

[how do you talk to girls when they don't annoy you] I don't exercise.

[...

...

...] . . . but I get up early. Maybe I'll see you.

The height does help, yes. But there are some girls around that are about my size. Mostly it's my spike speed, I can hit it as hard as a guy. Which is kind of scary, to have a 112km volleyball flying at you. But if I let up on them then I wouldn't be doing my best. I think that's the worst.

[She nods eagerly.]

Yeah! He's really nice, we met up at a festival not too long ago. So maybe you'll see us both in the morning.

. . . that's almost as fast as a fastball pitch. [he only knows that because of that stupid game. Ugh] If you don't do your best, there's no point.

He's all right. [a shrug] Here in Tokyo, right?

I've gotten some crazy bruises from games, so I'm glad I'm out of the line of fire now.

[She laughed again.]

Yeah, he's a lot nicer than he looks, too. Sort of like you. You could have ignored me calling you back here, but you didn't.

I can imagine, if you all spike that hard.

[gross, being called out like this is gross]

. . . maybe I wanted normal conversation.

[a pause]

Even the yuki-onna part. More normal than most conversations I've had lately.

Let me...

[It would take a few minutes for the storm to disappate, so she knew she had time to go back to her third form and keep it going for another little while. She shook her head and it was like her whole body was flooded with color - warm-looking skin, brown eyes instead of icy blue, pink hair, normal lips and fingertips.]

I'm not like that all the time, at least. This is what I normally look like.

[It was probably psychosomatic that she shook her head to change herself back to a proper-looking yuki-onna.]

I guess that, yeah, this is the most normal I've spoken to someone in what feels like weeks. I'm really glad you stopped!

[huh. He takes a step back, but not out surprise or fear or any of that, but to see it properly. It's strange not having to look down so far. It's interesting that she looks like any other girl - not exactly what one expects when talking to, y'know, snow spirits]

. . . a few months, for me.

[...]

Me too.

[Kokoro grins at him.]

Maybe I'll get you to join me on a run sometime. We can have some more normal conversations then, to get you up to quota.

[Which means she'll probably annoy him about it until he complies.]

Where were you headed off to, anyway?

[going on a run just because is not something he really wants to do, but. He shrugs in answer instead of saying it's not even a possibility] Maybe.

I wasn't really going anywhere. Just walking around. I saw the snow and—

[as he's talking, Star Platinum decides to make his appearance, manifesting in a burst of sparkles to lean over and examine some of the snow on the ground]

—. . . was curious.

Did... did a guy just grow out of your back?

[She wasn't sure if she should be surprised or concerned. Typically, normal people didn't have fully-grown, giant purple people ~~punchers~~ suddenly show up that way.]

Should we... call someone?

[Like an exorcist...?]

Good grief. [it's directed at Star, mostly]

No, it's fine. He's never seen snow before. [it. Makes sense a yuki-onna would be able to see Star, since they're both spirits. Right? Shit]

[She turns her face away so he can't see her amused expression. And hopefully not hear the little giggle. It's really cute, actually.]

So, I guess that means he's never had a snowball fight... then.

[ho don't do it]

[Star glances up and looks between Jotaro and Kokoro, before he offers her a little wave and an "ora!" as though in agreement, before his attention returns to the snow.

Jotaro scoffs, because he isn't embarrassed, but this is. New]

If I get really technical about it, he has. Because he's my spirit energy.

[. . . SIGH] His name is Star Platinum.

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