Who: Mitsuko Kamiyama and Irei Arakaki
When: Late night of February 11th
Where: Irei and Sascha's bungalow
What: Raising the dead

Mitsuko slipped into the bungalow in absolute silence. She had hid it well at dinner with Logan and Adrienne, save for the fact she hadn't had much of an appetite. She was extremely nervous about what was to happen.

After Logan had gone to bed, Mitsuko had snuck out her window and to Irei and Sascha's bungalow. She was dressed in a yukata which seemed far too thin to be worn outside in the current weather. She was not bothered by the cold. She's come over in her fox form, her fur protecting against the chill. Her long hair was pulled over her shoulder in a plait.

"Are you sure you're okay with doing this?" Mitsuko asked Irei when he appeared. She looked up at him with big, wide eyes. She looked far younger than Irei had ever seen her before, vulnerability coming off her in waves. She worried her lower lip. "If you don't want to, it's all right. I mean... I'll be able to deal with it. I never met my father, so... It'd be okay to not meet him now."

She noticed her hands were shaking and clutched them tightly to her chest. She didn't want to be so nervous, but she couldn't help it.

Who: Dexter Castel and Irei Arakaki
When: Early morning February 12
Where: Sascha and Irei's bungalow
What: The ghost goes to see the necromancer to plead for help.

The bastard had taken her away. Dexter had stood in the floor and tried to hold back the sense of fear that enveloped him. Dante would kill Dione. He would, there was nothing that could possibly stop him. Certainly not Dexter himself. He was just a ghost, incorporeal, incapable. He'd let her down.

Maybe he hadn't yet. Going after Dione wouldn't do any good at this point. Wherever the pair was going, he couldn't do anything there. He had to find someone who could do something. Only one person came to mind.

Irei, he remarked to himself. Dexter walked out of the bungalow he shared with his sister and started down the path to the bungalow he knew the necromancer shared with Sascha. The bungalow was dark, he'd expected that. It was far too late for most people to be awake. Yet it didn't bother his sight, he wasn't seeing much anyway. If ghosts could cry he was doing exactly that.

IREI! Though Dexter rarely found it necessary to yell at anyone, he was yelling now. The panic he had done so well to keep a lid on was coming out in spades. I need your help.

Who: Irei and a new companion
When: Saturday, November 10, 2007. During twilight hours.
Where: outside of the Wine Bar.
What: Irei finds a small shadow that follows him home.

Irei stumbled out of the wine bar feeling more than a little tanked. He had probably over done it again with the drinking, and was unable to walk straight. Sascha wouldn’t be too happy when his friend returned home, unless he was somehow preoccupied and didn’t notice Irei walk in. But Irei hardly felt like he could pull off a ninja act in his current state of inebriation.

He placed his hand on the face of the building and pulled his jacket closed around his thin frame. It was getting colder in this place. Irei hated cold weather and winter was his least favorite season. He had been born on a tropical island even though he had lived the last few years of his life in New York before the pandemic and the wars. He had been awake in the morning drinking hot tea when he saw the small white flurries fall from the sky and cursed under his breath. He knew it was going to be cold at night when he would make his pilgrimage to the wine bar.

Irei was becoming quite well known at the bar, and one of the bartenders had talked him into eating a little with his drink. Irei didn’t even pay much attention to what it was, something fried and greasy that had no business being eaten with wine. No one seemed to understand that he had become used to the pangs of hunger. Like other things that seemed to surround him, he would miss them if they were gone. It wasn’t to say that he didn’t eat, Sascha made sure of that even as he stole food from Irei’s plate.

The food felt like a lead weight in Irei’s stomach and the feel of it was making his insides churn. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand and stumbled into the side alley before he had a chance to vomit in front of the popular building.

After purging his body of the contents of his stomach he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. He could still taste the acid and the bile in his mouth, and he spit on the ground in an attempt to rid himself of it when he heard a shift among the trash cans. He looked up and focused on the area where the noise had come from as a small black shadow walked out from between the cans and started the mewl at him.

( Irei blinked a few times at the black cat. “Shouldn’t you be on some witch’s broom?” )

Who: OPEN TO ALL
When: Tuesday, October 23, 2007- Late evening
Where: The Tiki Hut and surrounding shoreline
What: Irei's first-ever birthday party!

Sascha had never been much of a party planner, so the fact that everything had gone off without a single hitch (even given the adverse weather conditions) seemed like a miracle in and of itself. Today was Irei's birthday, and since neither of them had ever had an actual party before, Sascha decided it was high time they made some changes to their usual birthday routine. They definitely had the resources for a large scale celebration here in Elysium, and that was exactly what Sascha was looking to give his best friend.

He'd had the presence of mind to post some flyers in strategic locations throughout Helicharis to let people know about the upcoming event, making sure to mention that no RSVPs or gifts were necessary (although they were always appreciated.) The weather had suddenly turned nasty less than a week before the party; fortunately for him, enough of the Tiki Hut and its adjoining dance floor was covered to ensure that no one in attendance would end up stranded in the rain.

The sun had already dipped below the sharp line of the horizon by the time Sascha and Irei made their way along the shoreline leading to the Tiki Hut. Irei wasn't privy to the exact details of the night's celebration, although he knew something was definitely up; Sascha rarely went out of his way to dress beyond comfortably shabby, and he sure as hell never did for the fun of it. It was one day out of the year when he could bear to make himself "presentable" by Irei's standards, though, and he'd had the tailor's help to outfit him in a flattering black and pinstripe ensemble with his hair pulled back into a tight little ponytail.

He pulled his cigarette away from his lips and grinned at his companion as the festivities came into view. It seemed he needn't have worried about the weather preventing people from seeing his flyers; the bar and dance floor areas were already at full capacity with a few familiar faces and many strangers, but everyone seemed to be having an entertaining time. A band had set up under one of the covered areas, and an extra canopy tent had been erected above the sandy overflow dance floor to shield the party-goers from the light mist outside. Sascha had even worked out an arrangement to have some food and employees from both the restaurant and cafe sent over to accomodate the sheer number of people present. Yes indeed, it looked like all of his work had paid off.

"Thought you could use a decent night out for once," he said with a smirk as he replaced the cigarette and motioned at the crowd of people. "Half of these bastards are just here for the alcohol, but I figured that's what you're usually here for, too." Sweeney had already begun to make friends with some of the servers in the buffet line, and Sascha gave Irei a firm pat on the back as he ushered him into the melee. "Happy birthday, by the way."


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Who: Sascha (and Sweeney), Irei, Zosimus
Where: The Sascha/Irei home and outside
When: Day, Sunday, October 7, 2007
What: Zosimus is going to attempt to teach Irei to shoot arrows and, maybe, learn something in return!

Saturday night had been a hard one to fall asleep to. Just knowing that when he woke up he'd be off to see his favorite people made Zosimus far too excited to sleep. Well, at first anyway. After a while he grew exhausted from being so excited and passed out in to a child-like slumber. He dreamed but, upon waking, couldn't remember what about. It didn't bother the boy, he was romping around the compound since the moment his eyes opened when the sun came streaming through the tree tops. Several of his fell centaurs found it humorous and quite nice to see their little foal filled with so much energy. Zosimus sprang to his hooves in an almost comical fashion. "What's for breakfast?" he asked while running over to a few who had settled around a fire with dishes and food on them. He sat and ate, trying to be as polite as he could, before thanking the cooks and fleeing back to his bed.

For a moment he whined to himself because he couldn't find his map. He checked everywhere but the last place he had put it--inside his quiver. Looking inside, Zosimus grinned when he saw it curled up among the dull arrows he'd made himself. Everything in order, he strapped the leather over one shoulder and under the opposing arm before wiggling to get it comfortable. Okay. He had to pause in his rush to make sure he had everything before shouting his goodbyes. The centaurs watched him leave, some shaking their heads and others chuckling. The boy liked to think there was an odd array of personalities he lived with.

Ten minutes later, after galloping around trees and across the backyards of the bungalows, Zosimus came up upon the house he was looking for. A grin plastered to his face, smattering of freckles high on his cheeks, the brunette charged the building. Since meeting the men, and dog, as well as other persons, Sims had become quite a forward boy. He was not nearly as shy as he had been that first day upon meeting Sascha, that was for sure.

"Sascha!" he called from the base of the steps. "Irei! Sweeney-wolf!" Zosimus's hooves made circular shapes in the sand as he shuffled around, unable to remain still.