onikui_tengu: (shocked)
[BZZZZAP! The communicator emits its periodic shock. A transmission is coming through and it is fiercely smacked away by a hand, where it tumbles across the floor only to end up on its side.]

Ugh...

[In that small view, one can see that the room has been entirely wallpapered with ofuda. Nothing more than a mass of paper and ink. But that's not all. Among the sounds of the jingling scales (and there are quiet a few of them in this room), Haruka can be seen crouched down on the floor. Obviously anguished by something unknown, if not in pain.]

S-... stop it...

[Slowly, he pushes himself up to stand on his feet, breathing harshly and trying not to look up at the walls. Almost deliberately. He brings a hand to his mouth, sounding as if he is going to be sick.]

You bastard...!

[When he finally looks up, his eyes look as if they've changed from their calm hue to something more predatory. Even his teeth look slightly more sharpened when he speaks, as raw electricity can be heard crackling around him.]

DISAPPEAR!

[Suddenly a powerful shock of thunder rips through the room in a bright flash and a jingling from the rings of his shakujou. The view of the room disappears in this light, until--a few seconds later--only Haruka can be seen holding onto his staff among a scattering of black feathers that disappear like illusions. The walls are scorched and blackened. Burned as if they've been sliced apart by a lightening bolt.

Wearily, he looks up.
] An... illusion?

Heh. Stop... screwing... [He starts to topple over.] ...around. [THUD.]

[[ooc Haruka just got a taste of his own medicine forgotten memories, compliments of the Medicine Seller's chip event. Expect a delay in any tags as he's not going to be feeling so hot.]]
onikui_tengu: (weak and wounded)
[A heavy metal door creaks open, and Haruka can be heard shambling out.]

Ah... It hurts...

[He takes a step backwards, bumping hard into a wall and the communicator falls onto the ground with a clatter. The camera is switched on in an upview by accident. He can be seen standing up uneasily and pressing a hand against his skull, as if in pain.]

No... Stop...

Don't!!

[He falls to his knees, panting and his eyes open wide in shock. He is sweating badly, and breathing heavily.] Ah... Ah... .....!!

[Suddenly, he turns his head slowly to the side, before his eyes widen. Once again, he holds his head with his hands, as if trying to shut something out.] Ugh...

Shut up!!

[He yells outs, holding onto his head while his eyes gain a crazed and desperate look.]

SHUT UP!! Just shut the fuck up!!

[Huff] That's right... Just keep quiet... I...

[He quickly stands up, moving out of view. There is silence, but the video of the communicator experiences more visual static than before, even if it's just a view of the sky.]

What's wrong?

It was you... It was you who taught me this... Fuji...


[[ooc Haruka just experienced a flash of his memories in the form of the ghostly vision of Fuji, his previous master who had sealed him away. He is unharmed, but very traumatized. Feel free to talk to tag him, but he probably will be reluctant to answer and won't be coming back to the high school or the Northern Lights anytime soon.]]
onikui_tengu: (Default)
It's irritating. I don't care much for the missing two days...

Apart from what I can't remember, nothing about me or this city has changed.

I'd like to think that Sorata's theory holds some weight in this, because I don't want to believe that I've only ended up losing more of the memories that I had in this city. If that was part of some kind of joke, then I'm not laughing.

[He gives a grunt off-radio, and then the communicator is switched to the default audio mode. He speaks in Japanese.]

I'm going out for awhile.

[There is a jingle from his shakujou, and then the sound of footsteps across the floor until they eventually fade out and the transmission times out.]

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