penstabby: (calm)
[ written ]

There sure have been a lot of people being sent home lately. I wonder why?
Aren't there New Feathers coming in soon? Someone you know may show up.

There's that to hope for.


[ action ]
[ With school out for the summer and not around to occupy most of his mind and time, Mikado's back to square one.

So in a few places around town on Friday afternoon, you might see an unfamiliar face.

Mikado will be lurking suspiciously around the battle dome for a few hours in the early afternoon, peeking in on some people training and battling or fiddling around with the interface. Later on, he'll be looking around at stuff in the smithy before heading home for the night. ]
penstabby: (reflection)
[ And once again, Masaomi was gone.

Mikado couldn't help but think this was all his own fault. He shouldn't have said anything when he asked, and just continued to play it like there was nothing different. Then again, he had no idea that Masaomi would have responded like that, and maybe he shouldn't be so hard on himself. Either way though, he knew that he was the one that could have prevented this and began to shoulder all the blame on himself.

There was no sign of him in his daily routine. His room was empty, his desk was empty, and his walk from place to place now was by himself. Sometimes he'd turn around, expecting a familiar face, but only to see no one. The realization hit him as he recognized this situation as all too familiar, and for the third time in his life, his best friend was vanished.

...And what terrible timing, too. ]



[ voice | filtered 100% away from Masaomi ]

[ Mikado usually isn't one to use the voice function, but this time he figures it's the easiest way to get a lot of people's attention. ]

Um...

I'm sure most of you have heard of someone named "Kida Masaomi." He's... well, he's blond, has piercings, is loud and obnoxious, and he likes to pick up girls, and he's my... ...I'm sorry, I'm getting sidetracked.

His birthday is a week from now, and I think it would be nice to throw a party for him. So for those of you who are his friends, if you wouldn't mind helping me organize something I would really appreciate it. I... want this to be special. For him.

--Oh, and please don't tell him. I'd like it to be a surprise.

...Thank you.

[ And he'll conveniently leave out the detail that he himself isn't planning on going. ]
penstabby: (空を見上げる)
[ Mikado is back.

He was angry and ecstatic at the same time. Angry because he never got to finish what he started, but ecstatic that he was back in Luceti--he loved it here.

But this place has warped time; he knows he's been away for roughly three months, who knows how long it's been here? Three hours? Three years? Three centuries? His friends might have already left a while ago, but that wasn't something he was going to think about.

Instead of picking up the journal and calling for people he knew, he decided to pick himself up and carry on as though nothing was wrong, as if he was never gone.

His first goal will be the clothing store to change out of the New Feather garb and grab some extra sets of clothes. Then he'll be probably spending most of his day in the item store, picking up things that may have arrived with him from home and things he had before, if he remembers what they are. Afterwards, he'll probably wander around the village a bit soaking up the "oh yes I'm back" feeling before waltzing on back to his room in House 15.

One thing to notice is that his wing color is different--before it was a light blue, but now they've been dyed a deeper, navy blue. Other than that, he's no different; he's still wearing that happy, innocent smile on his face.

Run into him anywhere? ]
penstabby: (watch out!!)
[ It starts out written, ]

To Asbel Lhant,
Thank you so much for the present! It's very nice, and I plan to make good use of it.
In the future if you have some free time, I think we s

[ and it stops abruptly at the sound of a knock at the door. There's the sound of a chair scooting back. That's odd, he's just in his room. No one needs to knock. ]

Coming...

[ ...And there is a sudden clattering sound, accompanied by muffled screams coming from Mikado that sound something like "let go of me!"

The sounds fade a bit when the door is finally shut closed, and so is the journal.

see you next month! ]

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