Magic Box, Sunday, 04/09

[not_every_mage]

Anders was still tired. Still sorting out everything he felt about the destruction in Limbo City two days before.

So when he'd woken up the morning before and the first words out of his mouth were an aria about about his brand of toothpaste, he promptly decided to spend the day watching TV in his room. He'd rather not spill his emotions all over anyone he happened to come across, let alone in song form.

But that danger seemed to have passed, so here he was at work. He'd pulled all the books off his shelves that seemed like they might have anything to do with Nephilim and was steadily paging through them. He wanted to understand the powers he'd seen from Dante -- and more than that, he wanted to be prepared if Vergil turned up again.

[OOC: Open shop/post!]

The Park, Late Sunday Morning

[soniaroadsqueen]

Crazy Apple was sitting on a park bench, her legs folded beneath her in silence. Her breathing started off slow and steady, almost like she was meditating or something.

The thing about Crazy Apple was that she knew she wasn't really some sort of other personality of Ringo's. Not in the way people usually meant when they talked about that sort of thing. It wasn't the same sort of thing as what Agito and Akito had back home. Neither of them really remembered much of what the other had done, leaving some odd fuzzy areas in both of their memories. But Crazy Apple knew everything Ringo had done, and Ringo, underneath it all, could see and hear what Crazy Apple did.

Crazy Apple was who Ringo became when she felt overwhelmed and couldn't deal with the things she was seeing or doing, but she kept seeing and doing whatever it was, which meant she'd either have to deal with it eventually or keep being Crazy Apple.

Still, Crazy Apple was independent enough to make decisions, and while she wasn't particularly interested in what Ringo ultimately decided to do, she still had little ways to influence that sort of thing. Like what she was doing now: sitting still, clearing her mind of distractions, leaving herself with few ways to avoid mulling over the thoughts swirling in her head.

Or maybe you can start dealing with your own shit like the rest of us do, Ringo, Dante had said. Fake split personality bullshit ain't cute.

Her breathing slowly sped up, becoming a little more ragged, as unformed thoughts of outrage and betrayal and an undercurrent of shame and worry slowly swirled beneath the surface of Crazy Apple's active thoughts. Ringo's emotions. The ones she didn't want to deal with. They weren't enough to push Crazy Apple aside. Not enough to pull Ringo to the surface where she could curl up and cry herself out from too many competing feelings. So Crazy Apple continued to sit there, trying to keep her breathing under control and let those emotions keep swirling.

Wondering if anything would come of it.

[ooc: Open.]

Covent Garden, Monday

[greenexorcist.livejournal.com]

The florist shop was open and Shiemi was there. By herself, though, so if you were looking to have some fun conversation with a cute little demon, you were out of luck. Shiemi was still too tired from Friday's trip to Dante-sempai's world to even bring Nee-chan out.

Sure she'd slept most of the weekend, but she'd used a lot of her spiritual energy as well as physical; being a Demon Tamer used up more than most other types of exorcists!

So basically, Shiemi was at work but doing as little as possible. Spring stuff was over there, lawn care and new bulbs were in the back along the wall; Easter stuff was still at the front, between the discounted Valentines and the approaching Mothers' Day items.

Just *yawn* wake Shiemi when you were done shopping; she will try to make sure you get *yawn* correct change.




[Covent Gardens is ooooopen!!]