All of the Memories

[izar]

Izar felt increasingly sorry for Masinori. He could only imagine what kind of humiliation it would have been to have your mother treat you like a girl. Even worse. To be thrown in the trash when she was done. It made his skin crawl. He was actually slightly relieved that his mother had been hateful instead of completely humiliating him. But then again if his mother was like that he probably wouldn't be here right now. He shrugged and looked off at the rain, "I guess, I can't really explain how I feel about that." He said with a faint smile. He laughed at hearing Masinori trying to be a hero and save lives. "That is a honorable thing to want to do Masinori. If that doesn't work," he shrugged, "Find something better to do with your time. " He grinned. He nodded, "I guess that would make sense. Quiting because you left." He smiled, Izar could be quite dense at times.

He wondered what kind of need had called to Masinori. He caught himself staring at the other man and found that for some odd reason he couldn't tear his eyes away. Was it the kind of need that caused him to want to help people with his power. He smiled, he remembered the first time he got his powers. He was so scared that he fled everything. He tried to deny it, unlike Masinori who embraced it. If Zeferu hadn't have knocked some sense into him he might still be unsure he wanted these powers.

Izar grinned, "You know of them, too?" He laughed, "Don't we all." He said wistfully. He held up a finger, "I beg to differ, I find that useless information is the best kind of information. It makes life interesting, you know?" He blinked he was talking a lot. He was really getting comfortable around Masinori. That made his heart skip a beat, he had to look into the falling wall of water to keep himself from blushing and reminding himself that there was water around. Evil water...

He shrugged and chewed on his lip ring nervously. "Well..." He shrugged, "I'm sorry 'cause, I tried to make the storm blow over, however, it's a lot bigger than I thought and I believe that I just made all this worse." He waved a hand vaguely at the surrounding water. "Yeah," he could see the water raising and cursed under the drone of the water. He watched Masinori walk hesitantly out into the rain. He could barely see him, it was just a darker shape in the torrent of water. He came back and was completely drenched.

Izar nodded, "Yeah, that would be a good idea." He chewed on his lip. He didn't like the idea of going out into the rain at all but the storm was dreadfully large. Izar had gone as far as he could which was quite a distance to try to feel the end of the storm and hadn't gotten close. He nodded, "Alright," he didn't like it at all, most likely they would both be soaked to the bone but then again, staying here wasn't much of an option at least wherever Masinori lived it would be dry. "I'll follow you," Izar said scooping up his small bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He paused to put the quiver and bow inside the bag to avoid any damage to the wood. He waited to follow Masinori and was ready to brace himself for a wet ride.

[masinorimoriyama]

(OOC: Yay a million updates in one day! Ok, so I realize this whole flooding field thing is a bit far fetched, but something similar really happened where I live recently and plus it makes for an exciting rp, so please excuse my far-fetch-ed-ness o.O P.S. I am listening to Miyavi right now and I can't stop! It's super catchy. )



Izar had agreed that that was the best course of action and readied himself to face the storm. He watched him gather his belongings, he hadn’t noticed them before. He had a bow and a quiver of arrows along with a sword around his waist. It made Masinori feel like a useless person, Izar was obviously very brave and honorable, but at the same time he felt proud to be there with him and admired him even more. Plus he looked really cute. Without warning Masinori grabbed Izar’s hand and lead him out into the rain. He wanted to go in front of him in case the water got too deep or there was an obstacle to trip over. Odille had come back with a twisted ankle from a storm before, but she was a hopeless girl and was never very careful.

Izar’s hand was soft and for a brief moment it made him happy about the rain, but then he started to shiver and felt his shoes sinking into the mud beneath them and wasn’t so much anymore. They were a good distance from the tree now, no turning back. The tree had evidently been situated on a bit of a hill, a steep drop off that Masi hadn’t noticed on the way over had sent them suddenly into waist deep water. It was only a very small area, but still, it was an awful sensation.

He held Izar’s hand tighter and pulled him forward, but as they were walking he noticed the feeling of something in the pocket of his leopard coat slowly slipping out. “Daiben!” He exclaimed (shit), and quickly walked Izar out of the area of deep water so that he was on higher ground, he let go of his hand then tredged back into the water shouting at himself for his negligence as he went, “Oh, kono yarou! Omee tada no baka-mono da!” (“You bastard! You’re such a moron!”)

He felt around the giant puddle, splashing with his hands, kicking with his boots for anything hard and metallic. “Baka, baka, baka.” He muttered (stupid, stupid, stupid), and without warning, he dove under. He tried opening his eyes, but couldn’t see anything, the mud just stung. Casting that idea aside he felt along the bottom with his hands. Nothing but grass and dirt. He rushed about, worried about his companion, and finally running out of breath, his hands found the keys. He grabbed them and came back up, lightning striking in the distance just as he did so.

That was just great, now there was getting struck by lightning to worry about. He didn’t take the time to look triumphant, he felt more like an incomprehensible ass anyway. He was the one who hadn't held on to his keys properly. He hurried out of the puddle, struggling in the mud. It seemed to want to suck his shoes down into it. With some effort he was back beside Izar now on the slightly higher ground, the rain still beating down on them.

[izar]

((OOC: lol only a little far-fetched! XDXD I <3 Miyavi! Ok so I had a post all ready last night. I clicked post reply and my Internet went down! I was like"NOOO!" XD thanks for the translations!))

Izar yelped in surprise was Masinori grabbed his hand and pulled him forward. He had to take a few running steps to keep from falling. It took all of his will power for his legs not to hesitate as they left the safety of the tree. He only now realized how hard the rain was coming down. Under the tree they only got a little bit of a splashing but out in the opened it was a monsoon. It didn't take long for his shirt and pants to slick to him uncomfortably and his hair was plastered to his skill and a bit of hair was leading the water right into his eyes. He moved a hand up to move them back in vain for they soon resumed their previous position spilling water into his eyes.

Izar followed the other man carefully having experiences with having unsure footing. He gripped Masinori's hand and smiled despite his miserable state. His skin was becoming numb as the cold rain fell irregularly at them in every direction. Izar balked and tried to pull away as they reached the deep puddle. Masinori, however tightened his hold and pulled him in. He put his free hand on Masinori's shoulder and closed his eyes letting his feet follow the other man and squeezed his eyes shut.

Once he was one higher ground he looked back curiously as Masinori ran back into the water. Izar quickly scrambled away from the water. "What happened?" Izar called after him after he cursed in the language that was so familiar yet foreign at the same time. Izar was lost he was torn between not wanting to be near water and wondering if he should go help Masinori. He felt a chill run up his spine and hissed at the wind. He was ready to smack himself in the head, duh, air. Good job, Izar. He twisted the wind so that instead of hitting them head on it simply avoided them. It wasn't much but at least they wouldn't get chilled.

"Masinori!" Izar shouted taking a few alarmed steps toward the water as he went under. Izar panicked and paced back and forth. The water had swallowed him like it had tried to swallow him. The death the water held was hidden by it's seemingly innocent surface. It was a killer through and through. And it wanted to kill people. Izar was rooted to the spot. He was gone. Like that. Everyone left... His thoughts turned cloudy and dark. Izar released a breathe that he didn't know he was holding. He figured out what had caused him to go back in the large puddle. His keys.

A streak of lightning struck nearby and it lit the sky up as if it was the sun. He was sure that the ground shook with the thunder that followed and his ears rang slightly after. Izar rushed forward to help Masinori out of the water. He supported him by grabbing his upper arm and steadying him as he slipped through the mud. Once they were up on higher ground lightning struck again and Izar flinched this time. "Idiot!" Izar scolded Masinori, "Are you alright?" He was getting slightly impatient and wanted to be out of the rain, he didn't let it show.

[masinorimoriyama]

Masinori let out a long breath, he was utterly drenched. “Sumimasen for dropping the keys…” He apologized. When he’d come up from the water Izar had been pacing and looked pretty spooked. “Idiot!” He hollered at him now then concernedly asked if he was alright. Masi had to laugh at his reaction, he couldn‘t help it. “Yes, are you alright?” Masi asked. He looked like he was ok now at least. Masinori nodded and turned to press on, they were just a few yards away now. He tangled his fingers in Izar’s again, which wasn’t really necessary considering they were on the much more level ground. Both of their hands were soaked, everything was soaked.

The lightning and the thunder crashed through the skies and shook everything, just as they reached his motorcycle. They climbed on, Masi put the keys in the ignition, and turned them. It took a couple of tries, it was definitely going to need to have a visit to the shop after this mess. Masinori groaned thinking about it. Finally, it kicked to life, and he was more than thankful. He took off at top speed, and as they headed straight into the storm, the rain picked up. It wasn’t bad enough that it was raining cats and dogs, but at their speed it hit them like bullets.

The fields were dark, he was surprised by how dark it had gotten due to the storm clouds. The road was treacherous, but he was experienced enough to navigate them safely over it. Le Petit Petit cottage came into view and he heaved a sigh of relief. Masinori pulled right up to the door and stopped there. Izar’s arms, which had been securely fastened to his waist, fell away now as both stood up. He shook himself back to his senses and opened the front door. “Stand here a sec.” Masi said, and ran to the fence a few feet away for a tarp. He threw the big blue plastic over his motorcycle and noted that it was raining slightly lighter up here.

He walked through the doorway where Izar had been standing watching him. He was inches from him for a moment as he moved past awkwardly, shutting the door behind them. He looked down at Izar’s clothes and at his own and growled. Then he slid off his sopping wet coat. The velvety faux fur was matted, and maybe ruined. Odille clearly wasn’t home, and he wondered how and when she’d left and hoped she was somewhere safe. He wasn’t really sure what to do about them drying off, and they were definitely going to drip water everywhere. He looked into the small cottage, the color scheme throughout was mostly pink. It was messy of course, but what worried him was the fancy Victorian furniture. It was all pink and pretty and about to get soaked. He shrugged slightly.

They were basically in the living room, the kitchen was right there, and then the bedrooms and bathroom were off to the side. “Uhm, do you want to take a shower or…? Masinori asked, and started walking towards the bathroom. Izar followed. “She has some bathrobes,” There were a few plush bathrobes on hooks behind the bathroom door, and he grabbed them, but then released his grip and moved away from the doorway to the linen closet beside it. He pulled out a towel and handed it to Izar then took another one for himself and held it clumsily. “Right.” He said, and tried to regain his composure from the startling experience, glad it was over. "Are you alright?" He asked again, breathlessly.

(OOC: No problem! ^_^)

[izar]

Izar shrugged "I'll be alright as soon as we get outta here." He felt relieved when Masinori took his hand again. It wasn't necessary but he wasn't about to say anything. He liked it oddly enough. He got lost in his thoughts for a moment and another rumble of thunder nearly made his jump out of his skin. Izar felt as though he would never be dry again. It was a horrible feeling everything was sticking to him. His jeans rubbed against his legs and was beginning to form small sore spots. His hair was being impossible and his jacket was doing nothing to keep out the cold.

He clamored onto the motorcycle as Masinori tried to start it. He'd never ridden one before. He wrapped his hands around Masinori's waist and readied himself for a jerk of motion. It didn't come. Not for a while. It wasn't starting! Crap! He was afraid that it was not going to start at all and they would be stuck here. Oh, God forbid. He silently went through every curse word he had ever heard in his mind. When it started it caught Izar off guard. He clutched onto Masinori his own hands linked together in a death grip.

He closed his eyes he had to be dreaming. This was not happening. It was so dark he could hardly see the road and he didn't even want to know if Masinori could see it at all. One false move and they were both goners. It took Izar a moment to realize that they had stopped. He slowly unattached himself from Masinori and stood up. He was shaking all over not only from the rain but he ride as well. Izar did as he was told and stood there not wanting to go inside and drip all over everything. He did his best to ring out his shirt and shake his hair a little bit dry as he waited for Masinori to get the tarp on his bike.

Izar raised an eyebrow at the pink and frilly decor but didn't comment. He didn't want to travel any farther into the room for fear of damaging anything. When Masinori started toward the bathroom Izar caught his arm, "Hold up for a second." He closed his eyes and commanded a kind of make shift air dry. He swirled the air at a rapid rate around himself first then Masinori. It dried off th clothes but didn't make it anymore comfortable to wear them. "I don't want to mess anything up," he admitted, "It looks very nice."

Izar now felt better about stepping onto the carpet and crossing the floor following Masinori to the bathroom. Izar took the bathrobe and looked it over with a growing interest. Apparently Masinori lived with a woman and she likes things bright and frilly. He took the towel and smiled, "Thanks. Is this the only bathroom? I can wait if you would like to shower first." Izar said remembering his manners. Izar blinked again at the new question, "I'm alright." He said though his nerves were still strung like wires and his heart was still pounding. "Thank you very much for you kindness." Izar said with a smile and glanced around the room again before letting his gaze fall back on the other man. It was very sad how soaked they were. "Hopefully it isn't too bad of a storm." Izar said watching the rain beat against the window.

[masinorimoriyama]

“It’s no trouble.” Masinori said, “Yeah, hopefully…” He trailed off and they just sort of stood there for a moment. He wondered about his roommate and if she was out wandering like she tended to do. That would suck for her. He tried to figure out if Izar had stopped shaking, but he couldn‘t tell because he was shivering himself. “Oh.” He straightened up, “You can shower first, really.” Masi said and ushered him into the bathroom, “Just use the robe and I’ll wash your clothes when you get out.” He took the towel from him and set it down, then turned the water on for him. “Shout if you need anything.” He said shutting the door behind him. He waited in the little hallway area, leaning against the wall.

The thunder roared again and startled him a little, but he calmed down and leaned against the wall, breathing deeply. A puddle began to form beneath him, but he’d worry about all that later. Izar had commented on the house being nice, it made him snicker to himself. He hoped he didn‘t think all that pink stuff was his, pink was a pretty cool color, but Odille was a little intense about it. What a day. He thought. It was so surreal. He was just going back to his old flat to get some clothes. The idea of a clean change of clothes was laughable now. He’d just have to wash these.

The sound of water from outside, from the shower, and the faint drip drop from himself, could be heard. It was annoying. He decided it would be weird if he just stood outside the bathroom door, so he crossed the living room to the piano he'd brough over from his old place. It was a medium wood, old looking, with carved panels and a simple bench. He set the towel under him and sat down to play.

He decided he didn’t care about the stupid storm, and that all in all it was a good day. Excitement, adventure, and Izar. How cool was it that he just happened to be out there? He actually got to talk to him and get to know him a little better, even if he didn’t find out too much, mostly just that he was enamored by his presence. Maybe his strange feeling of “need” as he put it, had lead him to Masinori. It was fate that they’d met. Strange wonderful fate.

"Just let me breathe. Come and hold me, come and hoooold meeee." He hummed and sang very quietly along to the song that he was playing. Attractive, Unattractive by an American band called All Things Bright And Beautiful. It was the most sprawling and elegant song he'd ever heard. Though it was confusing. The one evident theme throughout was that the person loved whoever it was about. But maybe they weren't sure what they wanted, or were so sure that it hurt, or they were saying something but desiring the opposite. Maybe it was just a few lines of strange contradictions. Maybe the writer needed to be slapped to their senses by the object of their affections because they were messing it all up. He couldn't be sure, but it sounded exquisite.

(OOC: It's a short one cause Masinori doesn't have much to do while Izar is in the shower ;P hahaha)

(OOC: I edited this a tiny bit if you already read)

[izar]

((OOC: lol ok cool!))

He blinked barely having time to protest as he was shoved into the bathroom. "Thank you!" Izar managed to shout after him. He glanced at the shower then at the door again. He shrugged. He set his back down with a sigh. Time to inspect the damage. He stuck a cautious hand into the falling water. It was still icy. He would wait until lit got warm. He opened the bag and the first thing he removed was his quiver. He set that aside and dug further into his bag. He found his keys and several medicines and wrap. He popped a pain killer in his mouth for his headache and washed it down with some water from the sink. The wrap had been in a waterproof seal, luckily. He sighed with relief and stuffed it back in putting the keys in with.

Only now did he reach for his quiver. He unzipped the compartment that held his bow. He stood and strung it. He wanted to make sure it wasn't to damaged from the rain. He pulled on the string gently bringing it back to his chin as if he had an arrow. He smiled, the bow would be alright, now lets see the arrows. He pulled out a bunch of ten. He sighed and discarded two in the small trashcan. They had been snapped in their flight no doubt. the feathers on the other eight were matted and no longer good. He removed them easily and paused to check the water again. It was slightly warmer now.

He checked the door again having an odd feeling about being in another person's house. He sighed and let his wings out. He smiled feeling complete again, he hated having to hide them. They made life easy and he was very bad at walking now because of it. He picked up the last eight arrows and plucked loose feathers from his left and right wing discarding some that were too small or large as though he was just preening himself. Once they were finished he smiled and put them back and then put the quiver back into his bag. He slowly folded his wings back into his back and peeled off his shirt deeming the water warm enough. He unbuckled his sword and placed it by the side of the shower with in easy reach. He stripped completely and stared at the water for a moment. He closed his eyes and stepped in.

The water, however evil it may be warmed him pleasantly. He could feel his hands and feet again. He found the soap and shampoo and quickly washed grateful to get the wet and slimy feeling off of himself. He left quickly and toweled off before putting on the robe. It felt odd wearing it. It came down to his ankles and hung off his shoulders a little bit. He rubbed the towel through his hair furiously trying to get it to behave. It wasn't going to be nice. He ran his hands through it and for now it just hung down around his face. He pulled his bag over his shoulder and grabbed the sword. He opened the door hearing a piano.

He paused watching Masinori play the piano and it sounded wonderful. He cleared his through somewhat when Masinori had finished the song, "I am done in the shower now." He said quietly, "You may use it now." He nodded back to the bathroom and beamed. "You're good, it sounded wonderful."

[masinorimoriyama]

“Arigatou. But I only played it, someone clever must’ve written it. It’s a wonderful sounding song. I think it’s about someone who doesn’t know how to love properly.” It just now hit him. The flowery bathrobe was very long on Izar, Ody was quite tall. His hair was messy and damp. Masi had to smile stupidly. “Uh, ok.” He said walking towards the now vacant bathroom to take his second shower of the day. Third if you counted the rain. “Make yourself at home.” He said. Please don’t leave he thought.

He didn’t make it a long drawn out affair, but cast his clothes aside and quickly cleaned off. Though the shower was hot, his skin was pretty tired of being wet by now. It was pruny before he even got in, he looked like a raisin. He finished and turned off the water, wrapping himself in a towel. On the hook he chose a plush hot pink bath robe rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he did. He slipped it on and towel dried his own hair. It looked the same, long and jagged with a couple blonde streaks dangling longer than the rest, only with less volume than when it was dry. He examined himself in the mirror and immediately took off the robe, securely fastening a towel around his waist instead. It was too fluffy even for his taste. Then he bent down to pick up their clothes to put in the wash.

As he was on his knees he noticed that in the garbage were the remains of broken arrows, and he remembered Izar’s quiver. But then there were black feathers liberally piled in the pale as well. He quirked a brow curiously and picked up a hand full, letting them slip out like sand. They were soft and pretty even if some of them were badly damaged by the storm. He put one hand to his back to feel the lines of his tattooed wings. He probably had a bunch for the arrows somewhere. Maybe he’s an angel, Masinori stifled a laugh, it wouldn’t surprise him. That would explain why he didn’t function normally in his presence. Maybe he was an angel of judgment there to tell him he was a waste of life. Or perhaps he was there to smite him from the earth. He rolled his eyes again, this time at himself for always confusing fantasy with reality. He picked a feather and a broken arrow and set them aside to keep as a memento. He had a feeling Izar was going to be a very important person in his life, wishful thinking.

He half expected Izar to have disappeared when he came out of the bathroom, but then he remembered that he had his clothes, and he probably wouldn’t want to go anywhere in the storm…or that ridiculous robe. So he didn’t hurry, but before going back out to the living room he went into the laundry room which was in that area of the cottage. It was small of course, and he was surprised that there even was a washing machine in that place, but it was very helpful nonetheless. He put the clothes in, poured some soap, and started it up. When he looked down at the water it was a sick grey brown color. Washing machines were very handy indeed.

He was a little embarrassed about his current attire. “Aren‘t her bath robes ridiculous? The girl I live with, I mean.” He shouted from the laundry room jokingly. “How are you feeling? Anything ailing you? I think we should have some Echinacea tea after being out in that muck…” He was starting towards the living room. Especially himself after diving into a mud puddle. “I can make something to eat too if you want.” He offered as he entered the room. He didn’t see Izar right away, and his heart skipped a melancholy beat. "Iz...Izar?" He stuttered.

[izar]

Izar smiled a nodded, "I think that said person knew exactly what they wanted but was contradicting their feelings for fear that if the person they loved were to know that they loved them they would be shunned by them." He shrugged, "But that's only a theory. Arigatou to yourself, you have been very kind." Once Masinori was in the bathroom Izar sighed slightly. He let out his wings and stood there for a moment. The black wings were like silk against his hand as he touched them. He was very pleased with the dye that he had found for exactly that. It was a dye that didn't weigh down or make his feathers sticky. He needed to reapply it only a few times a year and it was easy to do. He had a close friend who was especially skilled at it and made sure that the dye was even and would dry quickly.

He needed to think. He sighed and picked up his feet. He rose them and put his elbow on his knee and rested his chin on his hand. He spread his wings to help keep his balance and was supported by the air as he floated. He looked over at the sword leaning against the wall. "You!" He said accusingly to the inanimate object, "This is your doing." She was silent as steel and sat in her sheath quietly. He sighed, alright, so he was alone in a strange house with Masinori. He was having conflicting feelings. His mind drifted to the song that Masinori was playing. It made him think, was I really saying what I feel when I said that? He sighed and laid back on the cushion of air. It felt pleasant to be free of the ground.

He looked over at the piano. He set his feet back on the ground and moved cautiously over to it. He ran his hands over the keys lightly feeling the smooth mix of ebony and ivory colored keys. He pressed one of the white ones. He smiled when it made a high pitched sound and hummed to match it. He heard the water turn off in the bathroom and folded his wings back into his back again. He didn't know how Masinori would react and didn't want to risk a bad one. At the same time he heard a sort of clatter coming from outside. He immediately grabbed the sword and moved slowly around the corner to look out a window. His whole body tensed and he gazed out searching for a shadow that shouldn't be there.

He remained gazing out at the darkness and the sound of the washing machine made him jump. He pulled out the blade with a swift and fluid movement. He got his mind to work again identifying the sound as the washing machine. He saw a shift in the darkness and watched quietly. He heard Masinori talking. He ground his teeth willing him to be quiet lest an enemy was near. He heard the sound again. It sounded like jingling and rustling. Blessed lightning lit the sky for a moment and Izar nearly fell over laugh at himself. The noise was a small wind chime being blown unceremoniously and hitting the wall as it did so.

Izar sheathed his sword and replaced it by his bag on the wall. He watched Masinori go into the tea room and followed. He was at the doorway when he stuttered his name. "I'm here, do not act so worried. I wouldn't be caught dead out in that storm. Better yet I wouldn't be caught out dead in this!" He laughed poking the pink bathrobe. He smiled and walked into the room as though he was without a care in the world. "Echinacea tea sounds very nice." He grinned, "I'm good," he said at the offered food. Now that Izar really thought about it he was practically a hostage (though here by his own will) because no matter what his pride refused to let himself be seen out in something like this.

[masinorimoriyama]

"I think that said person knew exactly what they wanted but was contradicting their feelings for fear that if the person they loved were to know that they loved them they would be shunned by them." Izar had said. That could very well be true. He was proving to be an intuitive person as well. But what if they did shun them? What if the circumstances were unconventional?, He had to ask himself. Blah, it was just a stupid song. One of Ody‘s wind chimes twinkled outside in the storm, and He called Izar, not seeing him immediately.

“"I'm here.” He called when Masinori came looking for him from the wash room. He let out the air he didn’t know he was holding in and was relieved that he hadn’t left. He commented about the silly flowery pink robe he was wearing. “Oh, but it looks so nice on you.” Masi actually laughed and touched the silky fabric by his shoulder as he walked past him to the shelving where his herb collection was now housed. He wasn’t wearing one of the awful robes, and his bare back and shoulders, tattooed with the black outline of wings, faced Izar now as he mulled over the glass jars full of leaves, roots, flowers, and twigs. His tongue sticking out the side of his lips as he concentrated.

He picked out a glass jar that had Echinacea in it and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove. When that was done he looked in the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a bottle of liquor. He was very tense and unsettled from the whole ordeal so he took a swig straight from the bottle. It was strong, it burnt it’s way into his body, and tasted awful. He winced a little and said, “I decided you will be my very best friend from now on.” He said, then added, “And you do not have a say in this.” He joked, smiled an uncharacteristically friendly smile, and took another swig from the bottle, then set it down. “That storm was awful, I’m sorry you’re stuck here.” He said.

The kettle quickly whistled, and he removed it from the heat. He placed an Echinacea flower in each of two tea cups and poured the boiling water over them so they bloomed as they were hydrated. The water slowly changed it’s color as he did so as well. He placed one of the small cups in Izar’s hand with both of his, touching his hand as he placed the warm cup there. “As soon as it clears up I can take you wherever you want to be.” He assured him. Masinori downed the tea quickly, and it did little to settle him, he glanced back at the bottle on the counter, thinking maybe he’d better not. He watched Izar drink his tea.

Thunder boomed louder than ever outside, and this time the lights flickered a little. Masi groaned ever so slightly, hoping the power didn’t go out. Then a sound made him jump, but it wasn’t the stupid storm, it was the telephone. He didn’t even remember that Odille had a phone. It rang several times, but of course he didn’t answer it, who would call him here anyway? He heard Odille leave a message. She said she was staying at the Twilight Center for the rest of the day and maybe spending the night there with a few other people and that she hoped all was well with him. Masi shrugged apologetically, “It can’t keep up all night.” He said. He felt really bad for Izar, stuck here like this.

(OOC: Have fun on your trip, I will miss you!! *sniffle*)