Recessional [Oka/OPEN]

[KOZUE]

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[atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;]Mortals were like the Wisteria. One turned into two, three, and suddenly thousands. They were a vine that suffocated the life out of any other competition. Her eyes darted back and forth from one person to the next. This vine had grown so much. Here in this mass of humanity she could not see an end to them. It unnerved her, particularly this city. Xanadu, high up in the trees. Here was only evidence of her previous thoughts. They lived within the trees, around the trees, and soon they would consume them. Were there any spirits left within the trunks? The trees were still alive but what kind of spirit could live with such indignity? She shuddered as people brushed past her and could not hold her tongue as a man jostled her shoulder. “Watch where you are going!” She hated the sound of her voice in this form. It was not right. It was too…human. But that was what allowed the man to just give her a displeased scowl and move on. There were possibly some within this mass that would kill her for simply being alive. Even though she had lived much longer than they. Even though she was here first! It galled her that she had to HIDE from them. Her displeasure continued to mount as she weaved through the crowd taking the nearest walkway. Kozue paid little attention letting her feet lead her. It was not until she heard sounds of laughter that she pulled herself out of the displeased haze she had fallen into. There was a large space built between two massive elder trees, a cleverly constructed series of walkways built between. Architecture never impressed her but the children that buzzed around did. Was this a school? She halted and just stood, rooted to the spot. This was why she wandered now, as much as mortals left a bitter taste in her mouth their children always brought a smile to her face. Why? [/style]

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[OKA]

What drove the reaper to pursue a life on the road? A traveling musician, he had his reasons, and some of it was innate. The affinity he was born with was perhaps the reason he enjoyed, more than others, more than normal, the tranquality that came from transition. Being born in the Sajagul world such sights weren't rare, but it was hard for one to enjoy the tranquality in a peaceful state. So for the reaper to be within Yanwo was more than he could take, everything he knew about Yanwo always had the effect of raising his spirits.

His spirits that had been of lately becoming more and more morbid. The distant aura which surrounded his form, his quiet giat as he was becoming more and more reclusive, a sign of which he concealed, or so he believe to conceal, quite skillfully in his vagabond muscian front. This front was more than just a facade indeed it was beginning to grow into a layer of skin -- and this, he feared would begin to define who he was. Just another reclusive reaper only living to fufill a job -- perhaps to the more dutiful such a life would seem proper. Perhaps in his former home that would be acceptable.

As he walked the roads of the Yanwho captial, Xanadu, he couldn't help but be amused at their busy footsteps. All with direction these people were a bit surprising, and whilst they moved along with their day. One could feel the vibe, the natural free spirit vibe that each local had, even when serving out a routine there was a sort of natural empitness to it. As if they were free to fill out the task in their own way, however this empitness also took a rather vivid toll on their mind. For all free spirit was worth, they were rather rude when going about their day, brushing past each other without a care -- to the point where one lady shouted out.

No. Not a lady, a spirit perhaps not like him but a spirit nonetheless. His mind was swept with sudden curiousity, it wasn't the strangest sight to see, but spirit to human interaction as of late had been dwindling and the terms in which they saw each other was going down the drain all the same. Making his footsteps as light as possible he followed her, almost without thought. Setting his gaze on her form as she came to a stop before the two large trees -- watching her as she watched the scene, her figure becoming less hostile than earlier and more calm, relaxed. He could only wonder, why?

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OOC / Notes : sorry it took so long to post, was thinking/formulating something to make sense. Though in the end I just winged it. :/