[The skies are dark and cloudy, the airport is restless with all the grounded flights, and Masaki is super bored. Or she would be, if not for the fact that she's taken her entertainment into her own hands.]
[There's an empty plastic water bottle in her hand as she sits up on her knees in one of those uncomfortable looking waiting chairs by one of the terminals. Her arms are crossed over the back of the seat, her gaze turned towards watching the various people walking by.]
This is Kurosaki Masaki, brought to you live from The Terminal from Hell... [She stage whispers into the cap of the empty bottle, like it's a studio microphone. Her voice doesn't carry far enough for the people walking along the main thoroughfare to hear her, but anyone in this small waiting alcove probably can...]
[A man and a woman pass by, looking exhausted and dead on their feet from the flight delays. Masaki hunkers down lowers in her seat.]
Ah, here we have our first anomaly! To anyone else, they look like your average tourists, but to a discerning eye, could it be? Are they possibly... vampires? Take a look at the pallor of their skin, the dead look in their eyes. They gaze over the crowds, not as weary travellers, but as predators in search of their next meal... And I don't mean from that bagel shop back by gate A42.
[Unfortunately, that's all the commentary she seems to have time for, as the couple passes out of view. She turns her sights in a different direction and makes a staged gasp.] What have we here??? [There's a man in a business suit waiting across the way, a briefcase in one hand as he looks at his watch.] Is this a simple working man on a business trip? Or perhaps a mobster undercover for a seedy drug deal? Or something even more nefarious? Yes, I'm afriad it is... A daemon masquerading as a human, just waiting for some hapless stranger to walk by! Then he'll lure them into a dark hallway and extract magically binding deals out of them! Money... power... revenge??? Who knows what sort of promises he might make. Woe to anyone that listens to his sugary yet deceitful words...
[Coincidentally, the man looks up from his watch and seems to spot the person he's waiting for. He gives a breif wave and heads in that direction--but Masaki has already lost interest. She turns her attention to a woman dragging three children behind her, trying to keep a hold of their hands to little avail.] Oh, no... What a tragic scene unfolding before us. This woman, guiding her darling children through the busy airport, except... one of those children is not actually hers. It's a fey creature, swapped out where she was looking the other way. As we speak, her real child is being whisked away to the Outlands to live out their childhood years playing with faeries and surviving on berries and leaves. Which... Okay, that doesn't actually sound that bad, but you have to trust me that it is. It is definitely a tragedy worth of... The Terminal from Hell.
[Someone please stop her. The only present tragedy is... whatever it is she's doing here.]
D for Delicious
UN: himawari
Well, it's not really vacation if you haven't started school yet, right??? But I have a bunch of photos from the summer! Take a look!
[Here's a picture of a young Japanese woman with short brown hair sitting in front of a comically large sundae, a spoon propped up in each hand... And another picture of the same woman standing in front of a popular cafe, flashing a peace sign and grinning from ear to ear... Another picture of the same woman blowing bubbles into a milkshake... And another picture of--No, wait. This one's just a picture of a steak. No people, just a steak. At least it looks really good?]
Masaki Kurosaki | Bleach
[The skies are dark and cloudy, the airport is restless with all the grounded flights, and Masaki is super bored. Or she would be, if not for the fact that she's taken her entertainment into her own hands.]
[There's an empty plastic water bottle in her hand as she sits up on her knees in one of those uncomfortable looking waiting chairs by one of the terminals. Her arms are crossed over the back of the seat, her gaze turned towards watching the various people walking by.]
This is Kurosaki Masaki, brought to you live from The Terminal from Hell... [She stage whispers into the cap of the empty bottle, like it's a studio microphone. Her voice doesn't carry far enough for the people walking along the main thoroughfare to hear her, but anyone in this small waiting alcove probably can...]
[A man and a woman pass by, looking exhausted and dead on their feet from the flight delays. Masaki hunkers down lowers in her seat.]
Ah, here we have our first anomaly! To anyone else, they look like your average tourists, but to a discerning eye, could it be? Are they possibly... vampires? Take a look at the pallor of their skin, the dead look in their eyes. They gaze over the crowds, not as weary travellers, but as predators in search of their next meal... And I don't mean from that bagel shop back by gate A42.
[Unfortunately, that's all the commentary she seems to have time for, as the couple passes out of view. She turns her sights in a different direction and makes a staged gasp.] What have we here??? [There's a man in a business suit waiting across the way, a briefcase in one hand as he looks at his watch.] Is this a simple working man on a business trip? Or perhaps a mobster undercover for a seedy drug deal? Or something even more nefarious? Yes, I'm afriad it is... A daemon masquerading as a human, just waiting for some hapless stranger to walk by! Then he'll lure them into a dark hallway and extract magically binding deals out of them! Money... power... revenge??? Who knows what sort of promises he might make. Woe to anyone that listens to his sugary yet deceitful words...
[Coincidentally, the man looks up from his watch and seems to spot the person he's waiting for. He gives a breif wave and heads in that direction--but Masaki has already lost interest. She turns her attention to a woman dragging three children behind her, trying to keep a hold of their hands to little avail.] Oh, no... What a tragic scene unfolding before us. This woman, guiding her darling children through the busy airport, except... one of those children is not actually hers. It's a fey creature, swapped out where she was looking the other way. As we speak, her real child is being whisked away to the Outlands to live out their childhood years playing with faeries and surviving on berries and leaves. Which... Okay, that doesn't actually sound that bad, but you have to trust me that it is. It is definitely a tragedy worth of... The Terminal from Hell.
[Someone please stop her. The only present tragedy is... whatever it is she's doing here.]
D for Delicious
UN: himawari
Well, it's not really vacation if you haven't started school yet, right??? But I have a bunch of photos from the summer! Take a look!
[Here's a picture of a young Japanese woman with short brown hair sitting in front of a comically large sundae, a spoon propped up in each hand... And another picture of the same woman standing in front of a popular cafe, flashing a peace sign and grinning from ear to ear... Another picture of the same woman blowing bubbles into a milkshake... And another picture of--No, wait. This one's just a picture of a steak. No people, just a steak. At least it looks really good?]