[ open post: misaki okusawa ]

[idontcarebear]

the artist reluctantly known as michelle

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for jack

[idontcarebear]

[ misaki doesn’t usually walk home this late, but practice with the band had taken even longer than usual after kokoro had, apropos of nothing, stopped mid-song to declare they were going to get ice cream in the middle of rehearsal. there wasn’t any point in actually fighting, although misaki tried anyway. at the end all she’d been able to do was pass off a feeble lie about michelle being lactose intolerant to avoid getting the inside of her bear costume sticky.

so now it’s late, and well past dark, and misaki might not have an instrument, but she does have to lug home the ridiculous bear suit. ]

Why does it feel like this thing gets heavier every time I have to carry it somewhere? I should’ve stopped for coffee...

[ it’s pretty cumbersome, michelle’s giant head tucked under one arm with the heavy suit slung over her back. she’s doing alright, but she’s definitely not in any position to run — and with what’s lurking in the dark, she might need to. ]

[jackedknife]

[Misaki was walking home at the time of hour where Weird Shit happens. Weird shit like a bright, thrumming light coming from somewhere in the canopy of the trees in the woods next to her. The thrumming grows louder and louder, until a strong blast of wind spits out between the trees and loudly crackles for a brief few moments.

One of the trees begins to tilt and fall, spreading leaves everywhere as it crashes into some bushes. There's the sound of something big thumping against the ground, followed by a grunt somewhere between the trees woods. She wouldn't need to look too hard to find that someone was there, sprawled in the dirt, trying to gain their bearings.]

[idontcarebear]

[ it all happens way faster than misaki is prepared for. weighed down by the michelle costume, she makes a blind dive to the side to get out of the way of the falling tree. michelle’s head, dropped to the ground, rolls a wobbly path on the ground until it finally settles with a rattle, face up. misaki pushes the rest of the costume off of herself and sits up, her heart hammering a hell of a lot harder than if she’d gotten coffee. right. no more need for caffeine.

the light is gone, but the disturbed leaves are still settling, and she doesn’t even want to look, but she can see someone on the ground. someone...very large. she gets to her feet, stooping to pick up michelle’s head. it would probably be wrong to walk away without checking on the other person, right? she really should have left the studio earlier. ]

H-hey... Are you alright?

[ please say yes so she can go home ]

[jackedknife]

[As the remnants of the portal begin to flicker out, that figure begins to stand to his feet. All two-and-a-half meters of ragged clothing, rugged body, and disheveled hair that looked more like a mane than a person's head. Or maybe it looked like it had never been groomed in his entire life.

He turns to the source of the voice, looking at her with a bright-eyed intensity of a C4 explosion. He was still getting a sense of his surroundings, and it's been years since any ordinary resident of Kanto was able to wear clothes like hers. At least it looked like he was fine, if a little started, except for one thing.

A knife was sticking out of the base of his neck, with dark blood oozing out of the wound. An injury he seemed to have just realized he had. He's going to casually start to reach for the handle.]

ARISES FROM THE DEAD

[idontcarebear]

[ oh.

oh.

oh no.

misaki full on stares for a good ten seconds, too stunned to act because hi that sure is a massive terrifying man with a KNIFE sticking out of his NECK oh god and now he's looking at her. there is no one else around, he is looking at her, and now he's reaching for the knife and misaki just turns and

FUCKING BOOKS IT michelle and all, for some reason she is doggedly hanging onto michelle's head even though the sensible thing to do would be to ditch the whole stupid costume but in all the panic that somehow does not even occur to her ]

[jackedknife]

[Jack doesn't make chase as Misaki bolts in the opposite direction, if only because that reaction was rather common. Being a creepy unknowable cryptid makes it hard to socialize, occasionally. The huge figure just stands ominously in place, eyes like sharp pinpoints in the dark forest, as the sound of the knife being pulled free of his flesh fills the air behind her.]

[Ahead of Misaki was something else, however. A group of motorcycles clustered together. Their lights were dull and orange - dirtied, old, and well-worn incandescent headlights lighting up the street. Their owners were boisterous and talking among each other, trying to get their bearings on finding themselves in an old world they thought destroyed.]

[They looked like they were straight out of a Wasteland festival, clothes and vehicles ragged and spiked to the point of meticulous absurdity.]

[idontcarebear]

[ the sound of jack pulling the knife from his own neck is nauseating, but the men ahead of her are just as terrifying. how, exactly, did she get caught in this situation? this is like something out of a bad yakuza-monster movie mashup. misaki skids to an almost cartoonish stop, staring at the guys on motorcycles, and lets out a choked laugh. this is...the worst???

she realizes she's still holding onto michelle for some reason and abruptly drops the costume, putting up her hands. what are you supposed to do when facing down a motorcycle gang? beg for mercy? misaki hasn't even done anything. ]

A-ah, hah, s-sorry, just took a wrong turn on my way home...