[closed] a moon shaped pool

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Who ⬤ Kamui and friends
What ⬤ (eric andre voice) nightmare nightmare nightmare nightmare
When ⬤ throughout June
Where ⬤ out and about, sometimes at 7/11
Content Warnings ⬤ Violence, unreality, death, gore & eye horror; possible mentions of past child abuse, suicide. Also, Travis Touchdown.
Notes ⬤ they won't do much for this event because uh CURSE but check out Kamui's criminal power permissions; plotting post here if you're interested in a starter.

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blearily flipping through history books...

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Hm. [Somehow managing to pack in disapproval into that noise, even if he still sounds mild as ever.] Then I hope between us, we can act as a deterrent.

[Outside, a person with a flimsy plastic umbrella sprints past, splashing across the sidewalk. Minato stops in the middle of shelving to glance up at the movement, tense, but they don't approach the store, nor does it look like they're being chased by a haunting -- just someone trying to get home as fast as they can. He can relate.]

...Twenty-five? [This might sound like a normal interjection, until:] Not fifteen?

[He'd wondered if the labyrinthine sprawl of Jigoku-cho was more a reflection of Hell's unreality than anything, but if Japan of the future was anything like this, nine or ten more wards in the capital city wouldn't be entirely out of the question...] I was boarding in a family friend's house in Koishigawa Area 2, before my arrival. I'm not sure what number that translates to... But yes, I'm originally from Aizu, in Fukushima Prefecture.

lmaooo me also wiki-ing before i tagged

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[Kamui utters his own noise of vague agreement. Between the two of them, he wonders if maybe he'll be the primary deterrent: Minakami doesn't really look like much. Then again, neither does he.]

Only fifteen, huh. [He's had enough experience with this by now to ask--] You must be from before the 2000s, then.

I don't think I've ever visited. I've... mostly stayed close to home. [Working a lot. Studying. Turns out being a city boy doesn't make you totally worldly.] But it's no wonder it's familiar, what with the type of weather you get in Fukushima. It must be a beautiful place.

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1922. June, to be precise. [A deep sigh:] Whisked away just after a week-long rainstorm, at that. I'm beginning to wonder if rain is unlucky across more worlds than mine.

It is. Coming to the capital was the first I'd really left home, myself. [Come to think, Shichigatsu Bon should be coming up next month -- if he's still here by then (and there's no indication he wouldn't be) it'll be the first time he won't be able to go home for it. He feels a pang of homesickness at the thought.]

Ah, but then you must be from after the 2000s, mustn't you? I've been wondering, if this city is an accurate reflection of the turn of the millennium. Even besides the yokai, some of its inventions are almost too fantastical to believe.

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2005. [He holds the "and then 2018" close to his chest until Tama blurts out he's a time traveler too, anyway.] It was the middle of fall, for me... just after a rainstorm too, actually.

[Some days, it's difficult to remember the 25th Ward itself. All he's seen of it for ages-- maybe even decades, if he counts up the loops-- is that same construction site. But it's difficult to feel nostalgic for those oppressive high rises; for people who have always overlooked him and cast him aside.]

Technology has come pretty far. Some of this is beyond my own time, but I don't doubt it would've been possible to develop such advancements over a decade or two. [CHEATING, because he's seen that decade ahead, but who's counting.] You'll have plenty of innovations to look forward to when you get home.

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[surrounded by people who are CHEATING by peeking ahead in the timeline smh.]

[He leans his elbows on the shelf, giving Kamui an amused look over the top of the aisle.] Is that a roundabout way of wishing me a long life? I'll be a great-grandfather over a century old if I'm to see past the second millennium. I'll be too decrepit to enjoy these things by then.

[There is a bizarre part of all this -- assuming that misadventure or... other factors don't intervene, and he passes on after a more ordinary span of years, he's pretty sure his next life would be in the 2000s. It's the first he's really had a glimpse of what the next time might be.]

[He turns to occupy himself with another shelf, to cover those private thoughts. His voice remains light:] ...I suppose if I did make it that long, there's a chance we'd cross paths, huh? Anything you'd like to pass on to your younger self?