[closed] Mean is what you are, mean is easier than nice

[leafwhistle]

⌛ Who: Kazuha and Scaramouche
⌛ What: Sometimes you accidentally swallow the electro gnosis
⌛ When: Sept 29th
⌛ Where: Uji, Kyoto, between shrines
⌛ Warnings: Violence, strangling, references to emeto


[It’s almost strange to be back where he started, wandering through and taking in the sights of Kyoto. Since Aether had mentioned that he’d begun training in the local magic, Kazuha had held some curiosity about it, though his urge to wander had pressed him onward out of the city into the wilds before he'd had the chance to look into it. Now that he’d returned, if maybe just briefly — who knows what his whims might decide — he thought it the perfect opportunity to check into the school. Elements, not bound to the price of a Vision, warranted some attention. Perhaps it might make him better understand the potential of his Vision anyway?

The air has begun to change, becoming slightly cooler than it had been. It's pleasant, though the full myriad of beautiful reds haven't yet begun to take over the trees. Thoughts of the coming autumn scenery have him in quite the cheerful mood, and he finds himself humming a soft tune to himself, quiet enough that it would be difficult for anyone else to hear. The only other sound in his ear is the wind, the flutter of leaves, and animals.

And the familiar jingle of bells.

Kazuha pauses on his walk, listening. There it is again, jingling in the distance, and the sound of footsteps along the trail. The samurai realizes he recognizes the sound; instantly his pleasant mood vanishes, thoughts that had been chewing at him since his encounter with the Shogun bubbling to the surface: that Fatui had deceived him, and he had a connection to the Shogun. He'd wanted to have another 'conversation' with him about this.

The ronin breaks into a sprint, chasing down the sound.]

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[It's been a few days since Scaramouche had discovered a small neglected shrine and somehow managed to begin training in a rather interesting magic. Sora, a magic he hadn't originally set his sights on, but had instantly shifted his focus. If he were to be in this world for the unforeseeable future then he could take the time to learn the magics of it, master them. All the while still maintaining his plans for back in Teyvat.

The area he walks looks like the one from the vision he'd seen the first time he stepped into the shrine, but he's walked this path multiple times already and what he saw has yet to pass. The entire concept of seeing his own future is troubling - that fate could have plans for him here and he might not have a way to pry himself from its grasp. If he gains control over them can he use it to manipulate what will come, prove that none decide his fate but himself. A fact he came to know long ago, and a battle he's willing to fight to reclaim it. It's still too early in his training to tell.

A question to ask his teacher perhaps, though he's not quite ready to speak of more personal matters with the kitsune just yet.

It's with a sigh that the Harbinger shakes his head, the bells on his hat ringing softly. Concerns to trouble himself with later, on the train home most likely. For now, with his Sora training done for the day, he has other magic studies to focus on... But it's difficult to shift his thoughts.

Feet kick at a pebble as he slowly follows the path from one shrine to another. It should be easier to clear his head, to not allow the weight of this to get to him. He's better than this. He will master Sora and he will get his answers. And when he does everything will be as it should, his mind unclouded and ready to look for something else to entertain himself with.

Like someone careening towards him.

Like someone not stopping fast enough and knocking him over.

Hat askew, Scaramouche tilts his head up to stare at the moron incapable of not running straight into him.]