A: O-Bon Festival -- [Paper lanterns. Now this is a tradition he's familiar with. It's surprising how so much of this world's culture clashes with his own. He's never been one for being homesick, always out at sea and all. But being in another world altogether is another matter entirely. And he's still getting his barrings, land legs as it were.
Stuff like this is kind of nice though. It brings back memories from being a kid. His mom would be happy to know he did one at this old age. Even though they were incredibly far apart she'd have that mom tingling and know he was doing something that'd make her happy.
Ugh. Coming here sure made him melancholy. Probably something to do with potentially dying and then waking up in this bizarre world.
He gives his head a shake, pushing back his hat so he can see a bit better without the tassel in his way. Think. He needed to think of a wish. It was the last day and he certainly couldn't spend all night thinking about it. Thinking of one shouldn't take all night. Come on Yoshikage.
Okay. Okay. He has one. He kneels down, pen poised to write on the sheet of paper.
It's a simple tap on his shoulder that spooks him, causing the pen to fly out of his hand, hit the ground, and roll right into the river. Absolutely incredible. He can almost hear those ghosts at the tower laughing at him.
He glances back, tossing a rather icy glare at the one that caused this accident.]
B: Who you gunna call? -- Ghosts, huh? It makes something unpleasant turn in his stomach. Remembering his final moments back at home makes him uneasy to address any of this at all. He's been hearing some strange rumors about what these ghosts are up to and...
He's not sure what he's more concerned about. Seeing these ghosts dressed up as himself or as his friend... his mom. These people he struggled to protect. He's here now and he was content with assuming that everyone was alive and well back in Morioh. If he sees something that tells him otherwise... that everything he fought for was in vain...
Kira stumbles a bit as his current companion headbutts him in the back of the knees. No moping. And no sad faces. Or grumpy ones despite that's his factory setting.]
Alright, alright. I got it. [He turns around to pick up the excitable turtle creature... Squirtle. It's a squirtle. He's learning. He went to medical school and remembered tons of useless crap. He'll quickly learn the names of all these creatures in time.]
Squirtle! Squirtle! [His turtle friend starts flailing excitedly as he is one to do when he catches sight of anyone new. A chance for friends! This time it might not be such a bad thing to run into someone else. He doesn't want to check out this ghost stuff alone. If he's with someone he'll be forced to remain calm and collected no matter what he sees.
He's going to turn around and greet whomever is coming up behind him but Squirtle is wiggling just too much. An eager turtle finally frees himself from his grasp and hurries over to this new person eagerly babbling his name and jumping up and down.
Honestly, even he can't help but smile at the sight. These little creatures just had so much life in them. It really was hard to remain on his default setting with them beside him.
He follows after his squirtle at a much slower pace.] Sorry. He's pretty excitable. He's not dangerous or anything. He's just got a lot of energy.
Kira Yoshikage | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Jojolion
Stuff like this is kind of nice though. It brings back memories from being a kid. His mom would be happy to know he did one at this old age. Even though they were incredibly far apart she'd have that mom tingling and know he was doing something that'd make her happy.
Ugh. Coming here sure made him melancholy. Probably something to do with potentially dying and then waking up in this bizarre world.
He gives his head a shake, pushing back his hat so he can see a bit better without the tassel in his way. Think. He needed to think of a wish. It was the last day and he certainly couldn't spend all night thinking about it. Thinking of one shouldn't take all night. Come on Yoshikage.
Okay. Okay. He has one. He kneels down, pen poised to write on the sheet of paper.
It's a simple tap on his shoulder that spooks him, causing the pen to fly out of his hand, hit the ground, and roll right into the river. Absolutely incredible. He can almost hear those ghosts at the tower laughing at him.
He glances back, tossing a rather icy glare at the one that caused this accident.]
B: Who you gunna call? -- Ghosts, huh? It makes something unpleasant turn in his stomach. Remembering his final moments back at home makes him uneasy to address any of this at all. He's been hearing some strange rumors about what these ghosts are up to and...
He's not sure what he's more concerned about. Seeing these ghosts dressed up as himself or as his friend... his mom. These people he struggled to protect. He's here now and he was content with assuming that everyone was alive and well back in Morioh. If he sees something that tells him otherwise... that everything he fought for was in vain...
Kira stumbles a bit as his current companion headbutts him in the back of the knees. No moping. And no sad faces. Or grumpy ones despite that's his factory setting.]
Alright, alright. I got it. [He turns around to pick up the excitable turtle creature... Squirtle. It's a squirtle. He's learning. He went to medical school and remembered tons of useless crap. He'll quickly learn the names of all these creatures in time.]
Squirtle! Squirtle! [His turtle friend starts flailing excitedly as he is one to do when he catches sight of anyone new. A chance for friends! This time it might not be such a bad thing to run into someone else. He doesn't want to check out this ghost stuff alone. If he's with someone he'll be forced to remain calm and collected no matter what he sees.
He's going to turn around and greet whomever is coming up behind him but Squirtle is wiggling just too much. An eager turtle finally frees himself from his grasp and hurries over to this new person eagerly babbling his name and jumping up and down.
Honestly, even he can't help but smile at the sight. These little creatures just had so much life in them. It really was hard to remain on his default setting with them beside him.
He follows after his squirtle at a much slower pace.] Sorry. He's pretty excitable. He's not dangerous or anything. He's just got a lot of energy.