Phantasos

[ Snow... Teito isn't really used to something like that, but his eyes glaze over slightly. Watching it fall feels... Familiar. He cannot place his finger on it at all, but there's something about the cold fluffy flakes falling that just scratches at the back of his mind. An old memory, perhaps? Does snow have something to do with the past that he has forgotten? In a little daze, the kid goes to investigate. ]

( Dialogue with some PG-13 content )

Yuuri just holds close to Joshua, still sitting on his lap and kissing him softly. It's been a long, emotional afternoon, and he isn't thinking about who might see them.

Ughhh, my head... [grunts, rubbing his forehead as he slowly pushes himself to his feet. It wasn't his usual headaches, no, This one...more felt like he was dropped on his head.]

Where....Where in Shibuya-?
..This has got to be a joke from the Reapers. A new part of the Game or something.

[An annoyed sigh escapes his lips, arms crossing comfortablely across his chest as he thinks. But wait...
Neku let his gaze wander. No sarcastic comments? Joshua didn't seem to be anywhere nearby either...Great. Down one partner. All that was missing were the Noise.]

I don't have time for this.

[Waking up this morning... Fine just fine. It's not like Joshua needs sleep anyway, but still. This isn't funny anymore. Other little events happening here were all well and fine, but this? THIS? It's just taking it way too far.

It's not that his, because yes he will ever address himself as the other pronoun,  frame has changed all that much. Those silver curls might be a touch longer, but not by much. Still terribly scrawny and thin. The major difference would be the two soft mounds protruding from his chest. Or her chest? ... ... ... ... Didn't he just say that he isn't going to refer to himself as a "she?" Doesn't help that Joshua tends to wear that shirt practically revealing the difference.

And no, there is no checking up below the belt. That one is obvious too. So have a groan and a rather irritated, very female, Composer. Just short of shaking in rage.]


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[Approach with caution.]

[Right now Joshua is perched on top of a bench. His feet are actually on the seat and he is hunched over sitting on the back edge. Between his fingertips is a single white feather. Joshua toys with it, lost in his own thoughts at the moment. Normally he would be finding something else to do... Yet he really wants to know how Shibuya is fairing... It's important. Without a UG...

Well he really doesn't want to think too much on some of these implications]

Perhaps I should have looked at that disc...

[Someone's looking a little irritated and lost walking around the area. Joshua has his cell open, as per usual, but something isn't quite right here. Bother him to find out why he's just wondering around.]




((ooc: It's just for this post, but Joshua is completely mind-wiped of any and all events that have transpired beyond his canon!))

[Well what do we have here? This room is completely empty. No one is inside... No furniture. Nothing. Why? Because everything that is movable is floating pretty close to the ceiling. Swirling... Twirling... Rotating. Just about anything but staying on the ground. Once again, the cause of this has yet to be seen. Joshua is bored and taking it out on the area around him... Do be careful... Wouldn't want to get hit on the head by some random flying object!]

[And this time Joshua isn't a happy camper either. Not because of anything outside... But because he has to resort to cup ramen of all things. There's no ramen place here so he actually had to fend for himself. The violet-eyed would-be teenager is walking down the halls, blank faced. In one hand is a cup of ramen and a set of chopsticks in the other. He's occassionally dipping the utensils in for some of the noodles to travel to his mouth.]

[It's just Joshua. He likes being comfy. So at the moment, he is completely taking up a couch. Practically melting into it. He's not in a pleasant mood at all. The snap there is to him flipping his cell open and shut might be a good indicator. Or the fact that he's not hiding his irritation in his eyes at all at the moment. He'll stop being moody. Maybe. Hard telling.]

What I wouldn't give for a few corehogs at the moment...

[Beat is standing outside in the courtyard of the school, fussing with his uniform. The tie is too tight and the jacket pulls when he moves and the slacks are itchy but at least he gets the belt loose enough that they're down on his hips.]

Yo- whazzup with these formal uniforms?! They're bustin' up my style!

[Then he hears the first bell ring.]

Oh shi-! I don't even know which class I'ma gon' be in! I'm gonna be late!!

((ooc: have a daisukenojo bito ala The World Ends With You.))