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{" **Oritatami, Mirai's Logged Activities**

*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (Gimme those pun-puns
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (trying to remember what i typed
Oritatami, Mirai (Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) looked back at Arata, almost as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. Her face would almost say 'oh yeah?' since it seemed to deflate it just fine. She can't hold back her laughter though, as Sachi begins to 'cripple' her with the Wheelchair puns, causing her bend forward a bit in laughter before correcting her posture. "Don't kill my buzz whilst I'm being the fuzz. I was on a roll there." She keels over again hearing the sharing joke. Damn, she thinks as she lightly hits part of the metal. Why didn't she think of that one? Curses. "I know you wouldn't take it sitting down, but let me ask you... What's the hardest part of a vegetable to eat? - The Wheelchair."
*Fuuma, Katanori (A sarcastic teen-They.Call.Me.PedoBear) asks: Hm..?
*Oritatami, Mirai (Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) thinks: Who is that? He's walking into an awkard scene here. Two people riding a wheelchair making puns.
Fuuma, Katanori (A sarcastic teen-They.Call.Me.PedoBear) examines the duo, before fixating his gaze on Arata. "Uh.."
*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (- Roots...
Arata (The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) woud look to be wheeling Sachi around in a wheelchair while also carrying Mirai on the back. In their little world, of... I don't know, imagination? It was a fun little story wrapped around another story. The words of Arata were twisted and came out lackluster, only due to the role he played in this act. God, he wished he could stop them, wait... He can! "Enough outta yous! If I hear one more pun, I'm gonna kick y' outta my cab, understood?" He spit off to the grass one more time, he looked over at the sarcastic teen. Damn, he hadn't seen THEM in a while. Still had their sash and everything, what a hero.
*Fuuma, Katanori (A sarcastic teen-They.Call.Me.PedoBear) asks: Cab..?
*Fuuma, Katanori (A sarcastic teen-They.Call.Me.PedoBear) thinks: These people are really awkward.
*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (test
*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (thought I crashed
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (think i have
*Fuuma, Sachi(The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) OOCs: [sorry, had to run n save my blackbeans and rice... let it go six minutes past the timer]
Fuuma, Sachi (The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) pursed her lips – a joke about vegetables in her wheelchair battle?! Very outside the box! "Tsk... you think you've got me 'disabled?' With just one joke?! All lies! Lies I tell you." Another fearsome glare is shot at the straw-hat bearer – the corner of her lip curling devilishly. "...Para-lies'd." So bold! Even with her scary criminal rickshaw man threatening to kick her out, she takes it even farther, putting it all on the line..! The Pun Goddess turned to face Katanori. She greets him with a wave. As aforementioned, she's wheelchair bound thanks to a recent injury, and she's currently being pushed around by generous driver Arata. "It's nothing... we're just playing around. Passing the time."
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (ooo makin me want food again now
Fuuma, Katanori (A sarcastic teen-They.Call.Me.PedoBear) rubbed his head passively as if to snap himself out of a deep state of thought. Katanori had found himself blinking out from time to time, before his sleep deprived bag filled eyes were wiped. "Right.." he spoke in a gruff tone, before sinking his hands further down into both pockets. With little to no reason to stand there and make an awkward scene undoutably so he'd begin to head off North. A rather short lived, and dry wave goodbye given towards the trio. It was plainly evident something was gnawing at the boy internally. He was battling demons one could say.
Oritatami, Mirai (Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) held on tighter to wheelchair at the threat, though in response she pulls out her note. "Well, guess we'll have to make your time longer..." She drops the paper and it blows in the wind a bit until it settles on Sachi's knee. All she would see is a drawing of Arata pulling a funny face. Didn't seem like she had actually even wrote anything. Just making him look as silly as possible; just like the scenario he was now in pushing the two of them along. Not able to contain herself anymore as she bursts out laughing. That was it for her. The end. Sachi had won. "... I-I give in, please." She says between breaths. Taking only deep breaths now to calm herself down, she looks over to the sarcastic teen. Her expression would go a bit more serious for a brief moment before she hid it away with a smile. Someone who regularly went through the same range of motions understood at the very least when they noticed someone else who was fighting inner termoil - no counting Sachi, since she was LITERALLY fighting her own inards right now. "Who is that?" She asks in a soft tone to Arata and Sachi, breaking their little charade for a moment out of curiosity.
Iburi, Nakahira (Poised teen-Oatmeal99) returns from the north of the village. His hair appears to be drying, the dip in the local hot springs doing him good. He glances around the gate and elevates an eyebrow. M receives a light nod in greeting as well. "You're all still here..?"
Arata (The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) remains in character for as long as he damn well pleases! He couldn't, he would't be defeated by some... Some... FACE?! His eyes were stone cold, now tracing the wild Nakahira that had entered his field of view. He pushed the wheelchair along a little bit more, his grip tightening around the handlebars. his palm turning rred with the level of pressure he was putting them over. Flat tire... Puns... How could he possibly survive? It was a miracle that he could even function anymore, there was no doubt in his mind that if it weren't for the arrival of newer people... He would've gave out a long... Long time ago. The laughing? Ignored, the stern face of a cold killer, of a crook, of Enemy of the People, it didn't waver in the face of someone he thought was as coolheaded as Nakahira. To answer M. "Katanori, he's one of the best men in the business. Levelheaded, could use someone to talk to." He nodded to himself, the gritty face of the punboy had only inklings of expression, it's as if he were trying to combat Son Goku himself between his inside and outside emotion. "Nakahira... These two kids are lifting a ride and I got a flat tire. You want in? Can't have any pigs know I'm driving under the influence and with a flat." His head slouched forward, hiding a necessary-for-survival giggle. This really was a sick act.
*Iburi, Nakahira(Poised teen-Oatmeal99) OOCs: (brb2sec, puppy needs me. T_T
*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (family dislikes both pets I like)
*Fuuma, Sachi(The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) OOCs: [are you a cat person, arata]
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (whenever my housemates disagree or argue with my pet...
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (pets*
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (i just threaten to let them out of their cages
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (soon stops the argument
Fuuma, Sachi (The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) felt a pang in seeing him retreat so hastily. A reel of past days flash within her mind's eye – of Kema, who suffered in silence until death won. Of Izzy, who lost her faith in her comrades and chose to bet her life on a misguided gamble. She hasn't spoken to Kagome since the ordeal with Izzy. The outcome of his blood sister dying probably attributed to his disappearance. And then there was Kajiya, whose passion for metalwork took a sharp drop, as did his productivity when Nanako passed. It was hard watching family succumb to grief, uncertainty, and troubles. It's doubly difficult to accept the facts – she's terrible at getting through to them. She's tried. It never worked out. Sachi sighed – a tad dejected over her stewing thoughts. Until Naka showed up. She raised her head and donned her mask. An easygoing smile. "Yep... still here."
*Fuuma, Sachi (The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) thinks: I hope he's okay.
*Fuuma, Sachi (The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) asks: How were those hotsprings? Or was it the pool?
*Fuuma, Sachi(The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) OOCs: [brb, must finish cooking]
*Iburi, Nakahira(Poised teen-Oatmeal99) OOCs: (Oof, back my bad.
*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (Cats, Dogs, or a gekko
*Iburi, Nakahira(Poised teen-Oatmeal99) OOCs: (I love my pup to death but she is v needy today. D:
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (not got a dog or cat
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (got two ts though
*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (I wish I could get a gecko)
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (used to have three
*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (But my sister is scared to death of frogs, and she apparently sees a connection between the two)
*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (grrr
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (i sold them to get my OBT
Iburi, Nakahira (Poised teen-Oatmeal99) looks at Arata with a perplexed expression on his features. Tires? He had no idea what that was. A scrunching of his nose becomes noticable as he runs a hand through the side of his hair. He jests dryly in reference to Arata's bizarre words. Though what he said was pretty rich considering Nakahira's cheeks were noticably flushed red and something wasn't quite right. Too many drinks with Yukimura may just be the reasoning for such a thing. "Who got him drunk?" His eyes fall over the girls and then return to Arata, slightly widening for a brief period of time. They'd apparently gotten themselves a ride and Nakahira was no sucker! "You seem to have it handled." He looks back to the two, a very faint smile emerging. "Doesn't he?" His attention is pulled away at the mention of Katanori, he handn't seen his friend in a few days. They'd both been scarce since the passing of Nanako, these were undesirable times. He made a mental note to catch up with the boy later. The response they receive is delayed. The Iburi was taking a little longer than usual to process things. "Katanori was here? I missed him..." Finally Nakahira's gaze moves to Sachi as she raises the question of his trip to the hot springs. The more he spoke the more apparent is state became. He raised a finger as if to explain something, a hiccup being heard before he speaks! He was...totally unaware that he'd had a bit much. "Just the hot springs...We had a smoke and a few drinks, it was pretty re-*hic*...relaxing."
*Iburi, Nakahira(Poised teen-Oatmeal99) OOCs: (*Hadn't.
Oritatami, Mirai (Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) looks to Nakahira, fully expecting some kind of a long rant or jab at their fun; becoming dumfounded seeing his cheeks flushed and his speech pattern being so irregular. He was drunk? Oh, this day just got better and better. The teen with a spoon up his ass wasn't acting like it for once. "Who knows? I think he has it covered, though. In fact... I think it's getting a bit boring for him. Maybe you should join?" She turns her head back to Arata as she speaks, the same devilish grin from earlier beginning to form. Reading Sachi's expression and body language change, she tries to adapt to the situation a bit more. Seemed like stuff was on everyone's mind. Cleairng her throat, she added on to what she said before a few moments later. "Yes, he was here though. Seemed to be brooding or thinking over something? Not sure. Maybe should have a lay down after that relaxing time you had, and catch up with him?" Stretching her arms out wide she reminds herself of another thing. Unsealing a scroll, she drops some Lumber on Arata's arms as he's pushing them along. "Almost forgot, there's what you asked for."
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (join us*
*Iburi, Nakahira(Poised teen-Oatmeal99) OOCs: (Nakahira has no spoon up his ass. D:
*Iburi, Nakahira(Poised teen-Oatmeal99) OOCs: (T_T
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (forkt hen
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (sorry
*Iburi, Nakahira(Poised teen-Oatmeal99) OOCs: (I've said it once and I'll say it a thousand more times...
*Iburi, Nakahira(Poised teen-Oatmeal99) OOCs: (kys.
*Iburi, Nakahira(Poised teen-Oatmeal99) OOCs: (*shakes fist*
*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (i cant rp rn doin something LUMBER :EYES:)
Fuuma, Sachi (The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) was astonished by Arata's stamina. If this warrior thing didn't work out? He may have a future in the acting industry-- well. Maybe not. He lacked the face for it! Arata's was too round and squishy – he'd be cute if he weren't also a the living embodiment of a skyscraper. Speaking of Arata's mug – she finally laid eyes on M's drawing. Somehow a circle with a 'o_o' in the middle captured his expression perfectly. The likeness was uncanny! Just enough to make the stolid Sachi lightly bite her lip as she plucked up the sketch, folded it in half, and pockets it for future viewing pleasure. As for Naka's recap of his good times, she's more than a little shocked to hear him announce to the world that he's been partaking in a few vices. Nakahira! The boy who scoffed at this, that, and abides by the rules all the time. From her perspective, at least. "Mm... it'd probably do him some good to see you. He awfully down..."
*Fuuma, Sachi(The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) OOCs: [looked awfully down* had a stroke... mind omitted a word]
*Fuuma, Sachi (The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) thinks: How is he still in character? My rival is a man of many talents...
*Oritatami, Mirai (Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) thinks: Wonder if he can do a cab driver with a side-job of a Lumberjack.
Arata (The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) stoically holds the lumber in. He remained there, catatonic. It was a cheeky defense mechanism. He couldn't respond if there was no one to pick up.
*Fuuma, Sachi (The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) thinks: Oh... his brain shut down. Finally overheated.
Iburi, Nakahira (Poised teen-Oatmeal99) tilts his head and looks at the chair being pushed. Spacing out a little he ponders on what was said. He had indeed given in to a good time, the boy had needed it. With everything having gone on lately it had only made him more sharp and intolerant of most things. A few drinks with a friend seemed to loosen him up and get him back to his old self, for now... He paces over towards the group and trips! Though the young man doesn't meet the ground, the result being a small stumble. He looks at the spot where he tripped in an almost uncharacteristically timorous manner, a light chuckle being produced as it then turned to playful amusement. He turns and looks back towards M and the suggested joining in. In a comedic fashion he points to his right arm and references his lack of strength. "I've noodle arms, are you sure you want to move at the pace of a...*hic*...turtle?" He comes to a halt and grins cheekily. "Arata, are you all out of steam?"
*Oritatami, Mirai (Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) thinks: I was more thinking you should join me and Sachi...
Iburi, Nakahira (Poised teen-Oatmeal99) is a little out of it right now.
*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (friend wanted me to play a nostalgic game with him)
*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (it was good
Oritatami, Mirai (Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) blinks seeing him trip and.. chuckle at himself? What a strange day this was indeed. She taps Sachi on the arm approvingly at the agreement with her drawing. Sachi of course had good taste, saving it for later. "Spar and a trip? Looks like Naka here had an amazing time; though he didn't even write to us? For shame." She shakes her head sarcastically. Puzzled by his comment after that of his strength, she extends a hand out in front of her to shake it side to side a bit before putting it back on her leg. "No-no. I was more thinking he's bored of only pushing two people. Maybe we should up the challenge for him?" She moves to the side a bit so she's nearer to Sachi before asking in a low voice. "What do you think? Can Arata handle more?"
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (hot springs and a trip*
Fuuma, Sachi (The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) cracked – a muted laugh crackled like static caught in her throat. She muttered; "Oh my Lord, I never thought I'd see the day.." The Nakahira of yesterday had been reborn by a magical elixir! It was hard to stay with painful memories with him bumbling about, freshly boiled, basted, and off-balance. Heck, he was having so much fun roving the streets alone, it made her crave her bottle of Nene back home. The Markswoman grinned at M's idea – she nods with fervor! "Hah! My Rival's sturdier than a mountain! Bet he could carry Son Goku himself on his back! Wouldn't even make 'im break a sweat," she goads, glancing back at her champion. "Climb aboard!"
*Fuuma, Sachi (The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) thinks: Now I want to see Yuki... this is amazing.
*Arata (The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) thinks: Son Goku... End this.
*Fuuma, Sachi(The sullen young woman-Iodized Salt) OOCs: [8 supporters so far...]
*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (wonton signed it
*Oritatami, Mirai(Soft-spoken woman-DunDeadDamian) OOCs: (so did i
*Arata(The bright eyed lad-Samurai Jackoff) OOCs: (True supporters ;_;