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[HINOGAWA IZUMI]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 0px 20px 10px 20px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 8px; border-left: #EBAD1C 8px solid;][STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #DEDEDE; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]█ TAGS kasuga fuyuko █ WORDS 745 █ NOTES sorry that there's no lead in of any sort b-but, y'know, he's supposed to hiding and all ; u ;"[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #353535; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #B5B5B5; line-height: 11px; border-radius: 3px; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; text-align: justify;][STYLE=float: left; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2u54y9x.png); width: 85px; height: 85px; border: #454545 10px solid; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: -20px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius: 17px;] [/style][STYLE=float: left; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2u54y9x.png); width: 55px; height: 55px; border: #454545 10px solid; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -10px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius: 17px;] [/style]There he was, wandering around the northern part of the city again despite his lack of purpose for actually being here. But it's not as if Izumi didn't have duties to fulfill as Midori's exclusive land god. If anything at all, he should be the first person on the list with a more than valid reason to roam about the districts. Not that he particularly cared for the safety of humans - per say - but it would surely only be problematic if somebody died on his watch; who knew just what Kami-sama might do to punish him. Izumi for one was definitely not in favour of pushing his luck to that degree - when had it ever been wise to oppose the wishes of the creator, you know? Stepping off the bus - if only he knew teleportation - the silver-haired young man tugged on the thin strings he had been holding ever since he came to occupy the public transit, and with a few tinkling sounds, he had managed to retrieve the coins he offered in exchange for the ride. Behind him, the door to the bus closed and he glanced over his shoulder briefly to smile at the bus driver who witnessed what Izumi did just now. Silly humans. Did they really think he was going to pay any of them for what should come free to a god? Moving into the woods near the lake, the supposedly seventeen year old land god strolled about slowly, casually, but cautiously, not wanting to disturb anything - or rather, anyone - who might not know of his frequent visits. Or rather, what used to be frequent visits anyway. It was one of those cases where something went out of control the moment he decided to look elsewhere but, nevertheless, news had travelled his direction when some of the creatures decided to band and form a 'petition' of some sort. Not that this was like a sneak attack or anything, but Izumi was never the - say - vengeful type, and nor was he going to rush through his decisions and punish someone because they had made a simple mistake. ... Well, hopefully it was a simple mistake for the safety of this human, who happened to be gifted with witchcraft. "You must be tired from your travels, Jinushisama! Allow me to take the scarf from you!" said a raccoon, tailing after the land god with wide opened forelegs. "It would be terrible if you dirtied it for our sake!" it added. "I'd like to keep it on." Izumi replied simply, his steps never pausing as he headed for the one area rumoured to house the problem. "... Why... yes! Of course!" the raccoon peeped with slight hesitation, lowering its 'arms' momentarily before raising them again, waving them about while continuing its efforts of being friendly, "And many, many thanks for taking our pleas into consideration, Jinushisama! We are ever so grateful that you are willing to lend a hand! That girl had brought nothing but trouble, really, and just the other day-! Oh, here we are!" squeaked the procyonidae upon their arrival at the destination. "Hnn," Izumi merely let out, both eyebrows raising momentarily as he took a quick scan around the area. Slowly, his feet shuffled over to station himself behind a combination of bushes and a tree, "And where might be the source of the problem?" "Ahh, well, it... it would seem that she has yet to arrive today, and, m-mind you, she does not come on a daily basis... or at least I don't think. Perhaps I shouldn't have taken that vacation-" "She doesn't come here on a daily basis." Izumi repeated, eyes half-lidded as he looked to the raccoon who immediately began to wave its paws around defensively. "That was only an assumption, Jinushisama! An assumption! ... I'm sure she will show up today and-" the small animal paused its squeaking suddenly as its ears twitched. It looked to Izumi and froze in its place, mouthing a silent 'I think she's here.' Almost lethargically, Izumi turned his attention to the source of a certain sound. He sniffed the air a little, and the corners of his mouth curled upward. Quietly, he slipped behind the tree and fully hid himself from the eyes of beholders, "Using your body for a few, big guy." Izumi whispered, patting the trunk of the tree and receiving a certain pulse beneath his palm in return.[/style] [STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; color: #606060; opacity: 0.9; text-align: right;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND (x)[/style]

[KASUGA FUYUKO]

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[/color] Izumi
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notes [/color]I was too lazy to think up spells, so uh, use ~*~imagination~*~. Also holy crap rambling[/style][/style][/td][td][style=width: 250px; padding: 10 0 10 10; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify]Her magic was below average; under the line, down in the dumps, the lowest of the low, just plain sucky. Sure somehow she'd managed to make something good come out of it - namely nearly-complete control over her parents - but even so, a witch who can't cast proper spells, it was just...just not right. Not to mention Fuyuko was forced to bear a mark of reminder that her spells will always backfire on her very person. Her hair. Half brown, half blonde, with one half rainbow bangs. All of the lies, lies, and more lies she made about her "preference" to keep her hair the way it is keep adding up, to the point where it sickens her. Just why did she have to make it so this color was permanent? Hair dye, more spells, paint, nail polish for Kami's sake, none of it ever worked. No matter how much she put on, it just didn't color the hair. Almost like magic, some would say. And then she could retort, "Why yes, magic. That does happen to be the reason it's like this in the first place so let's add some more magic to it, why don't we?" 

That wasn't the end of the teen's screw ups, though. Her first potential friend, interested in her magic, got turned into a mushroom (she wanted to get rid of her "mushroom-head"), her first pet, a fish, choked on water (she was trying to make it swim faster...), and she almost turned her dad into a color that wasn't blue (her mom had said her dad needed to stop being blue, so Fuyuko tried to help, but her spell missed and the table turned pink instead of her father). By now, seventeen long years of horrible magic, you'd think the girl would give up for the safety of those around her, at the very least. Yet Fuyuko wasn't really one to consider others so carefully. Sure she wasn't at it every day, but here and there, maybe a bit more often than that, when she felt especially hopeful, the witch went out to try to cast just one spell successfully. And that one "try" turned into several "next time for sure"'s, and the effects on environment varied. Sometimes everything was some weird color, other times things were destroyed, and once the girl could have sworn she gave a squirrel two heads by accident. So in a nutshell, it was never a good thing when Fuyuko decided to practice magic. 

And today happened to be one of those days. 

Fuyuko didn't believe in some divine force or fate, necessarily, but today just felt like a good day. Or at least she figured it was good, but more accurately, something would happen. And if such an odd feeling came, she might as well test it with magic. There was no way it could actually get worse than it already was, so there was nothing to lose. 

There wasn't much to getting prepared to go out. Normal clothes and shoes, her spell book, some money, and she was all set to go. The senior didn't worry about telling her parents she was going out for the day. That just didn't happen in a situation like her's. Besides, it wasn't like they couldn't guess where else their daughter would be all day if she wasn't in the house. Having no real close friends (barring the dork Ringo) just made it that way. 

Traveling all the way up to the north end of the city just to practice magic could be considered extreme to some. But it was her usual place, and Fuyuko couldn't doubt its perfection. Her family couldn't complain she was violating the deal, since no one would actually see her magic, and the solitude preserved her pride as well. No one knowing about her spell casting skills was good for everyone. 

Taking a bus was the girl's person way of spitting her parents. You had to pay to ride, and she at least had to get somewhere and back. Two payments, one trip, money wasted, mission accomplished. Additionally, Fuyuko's "good deed for the day" usually ended up being generous tips. Extra cash spent, even better. In fact, at this very moment, she was riding the bus already. 

Watching as the scenery passed by seemingly endlessly out the window, the witch estimated she'd be at her destination in maybe ten minutes or so. True to her prediction, the vehicle came to a grinding halt at the next bus stop, and the teen exited along with a few other people. Handing the driver the fee and a bit extra, she stepped off as she told him to "keep the change". Knowing exactly where she was headed, Fuyuko wasted no time making her way towards a clearing the woods. At the base of a mountain, this place really was suited for isolated magic practice. 

Arriving at her dubbed "spot", Fuyuko paused and took a quick sweep of the area. Looked like no one was here, as expected. Taking a deep breath, she supposed she'd start with her tradition opening spell: a hair changing one. Fuyuko really didn't do this very often, but every time she did, she attempted to fix her hair first and foremost. Closing her eyes and waving her hands over her head, the witch chanted a spell she'd long since memorized. Taking another quick breath after she was done, the girl blinked and fingered a few strands of her hair. Brown. The other side...blonde. It only made sense her bangs were still rainbow. 

"Oh well...Oh." Disappointment quickly morphed into a grimace. Oh. This time...she managed to turn the grass pink. Sighing as she kneeled down and pulled a clump of pink grass out of the ground, Fuyuko let it fall through her fingers. That would make this the ten thousand millionth hair-changing-spell-gone-wrong. Ugh why couldn't she just get this right for once? Magic came so easily to some, but for her, failure after failure after failure. 

"Guess I might as well try and fix this. Turn it back green...no, no restore it to its original state. Uh..." Leafing through the pages of her book, Fuyuko spotted what seemed to be the perfect one. "Ah, this should work!" Reciting it immediately as she pointed to the grass, the girl peered at the ground for results. 

Now the grass was glowing. 

Staring incredulously at the end products of her effort, the witch finally let out a cry of frustration. "Oh come on, just one spell, work."[/b] To top it off, a branch suddenly grew and snapped right off, landing with a thud behind her. 

This wasn't looking good at all. 

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[HINOGAWA IZUMI]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 0px 20px 10px 20px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 8px; border-left: #EBAD1C 8px solid;][STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #DEDEDE; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]█ TAGS kasuga fuyuko █ WORDS 1074 █ NOTES ... who knows why the branch would want an eyeball ;;[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #353535; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #B5B5B5; line-height: 11px; border-radius: 3px; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; text-align: justify;][STYLE=float: left; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2u54y9x.png); width: 85px; height: 85px; border: #454545 10px solid; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: -20px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius: 17px;] [/style][STYLE=float: left; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2u54y9x.png); width: 55px; height: 55px; border: #454545 10px solid; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -10px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius: 17px;] [/style]Rustle. Thump. Rustle. Rustle. Falling into his field of vision a short moment later, was a young girl with hair that literally had every colour of the rainbow. Silently, Izumi arched a brow at the sight, but never moved from his hiding spot even upon feeling his raccoon companion give tugs to his trouser fabric. Instead, his gaze remained fixated on the female, sparks of interest flickering across his amber eyes. Until the girl somehow managed to turn the grass beneath her feet into a light shade of crimson, that is. Izumi blinked when he felt some sort of magic spell ringing pass his being and lingering in the air, recalling, at the same time, the fact that he had just now saw the girl point a finger at her hair, rather than the ground below. Something inside his mind ticked into place and both of Izumi's eyebrows lifted. So that's what it was. Now, he knew exactly where the problem lied. The raccoon near him shifted in discomfort, glancing up to the land god as though hoping that he would take some sort of action. But Izumi merely stared on while the girl proceeded to kneel, and then further pull up a fistful of pink grass. Despite the unchanging expression - or lack thereof, actually - there was a certain faint tweak to his disposition, which vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. Watching as the girl went ahead to browse through the book she had brought with her, Izumi quietly slid his own hand into his pocket. The raccoon beside him instantly began to flail, "W-What is it that you plan to do, Jinushisama?" the small animal asked urgently, in what would be the equivalent of a 'whisper' had it been human speech, "Surely it would be more effective if you-" the raccoon stopped midphrase when it realized in alarm that the grass was now glowing. Flailing its stubby forearms even more this time, the procyonidae was about to dash out of the bushes and charge at the multicolour-haired girl, when Izumi quickly shot his hands out so as to snatch it back, one palm covering its mouth as the raccoon struggled with the opposing force. "L-Let me at her, Jinushisama! Let me-!" a near frown between his brows, Izumi stuck a blank talisman on the wriggling raccoon's head before quickly writing something down on the surface of the slip with a pen. A single dot of light spread itself through the scribbled characters, and almost instantly, the raccoon fell on the ground, asleep. A wry smile on his face, the land god turned his attention back to the problem at hand. Now he had to decide just how he was going to punish this girl for whatever she had done - and might continue to do if he didn't take action - to the habitat in the area. There were several options, really, but... Izumi blinked as he let out a small breath. None of it was allowed to be too drastic. He was well aware of what he had permission to do as a land god, though a part of him felt almost disappointed that this was the case, being the schadenfreude individual that he just so happened to be. Nevertheless, Izumi slowly and silently lowered himself. Down on all fours, he scribbled something else on yet another blank sheet of talisman, before he began to move towards the spot where a branch had just fallen. "Don't disappoint me, ne, Buranchi-chan?" he said, light-heartedness sipping through the soft voice as he gently tapped the command-filled talisman upon the branch. The dead - or, supposed to be dead in every sort of way - limb of the tree began to levitate, and Izumi quickly moved out of the way, returning himself backwards into the bush where his raccoon friend still lied. With only his head poked out through the leaves, there was a certain amusement within Izumi's features as he watched a large crack on the branch suddenly turning into some sort of 'mouth.' "Uhm, excuse me, but like, what do you think you're doing?" the branch asked as it - she - floated to the mage then further, tapped on her shoulder to make sure the girl would turn around and look at 'her.' The two little twigs attached to the branch served as limbs which 'she' soon folded at where her chest would be, had 'she' been an organism with such a body part. "Like, no offence, but I seriously don't appreciate when, like, puny little humans - especially ones that are just walking fashion disasters such as, like, yourself - wander around town, thinking that they're soooo much better than everyone else, and that they totally have the license to just, like, cut off other people's body parts like you had done to, like, me." the branch said, batting 'her' eyes as 'she' stared at the girl, purposely floating at a level where 'she' could use the angle to show 'her' supposed 'superiority.' "Because to tell you the truth, honey, it ain't cute." at that, the branch swooped down to make a jab at the girl's forehead with one of 'her' little twig hands. Somewhere in the distance, the silver-haired land god had peeled off the talisman attached to the raccoon's head and was now snickering at the scene with the awakened mammal. "Oh, and, for the record, there's totally no way that I'm going to, like, forgive you and junk even if you fall on all fours and, like, beg for mercy." the branch continued in 'her' shrilling voice and valley girl accent, beady little eyes glaring at the witch for a moment, before 'she' then pulled back a little. A blink of 'her' own 'eye,' the branch then suddenly changed her mind, "... Give me one of your eyes." the branch said, turning 'her' 'head' away though 'her' gaze remained on the witch, "Give me one of your eyes, human," 'she' repeated, "As your apology for parting me from, like, my darling," a jab towards the direction of the tree that 'she' had been attached to just moments ago, "And, like, hurry it up so I don't have to, like, gouge it out myself, a'ight? Because that would be just a little, like, disgusting since I'd be considered as... what do you humans call that? 'Criminal?' Psh. Whatever, give me that eye, human."[/style] [STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; color: #606060; opacity: 0.9; text-align: right;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND (x)[/style]