Major Ursa

Masks

Isaiah just entered the shack, yet to see anymore of the crazy shizzle...you know, besides Death.

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Isaiah takes his time, is noisy, then thinks he's dead.

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Surprisingly, with nothing but a feeling, he found the building. Well, to be more precise, it was a dilapidated shack in the middle of nowhere. With his mask in his lap and his willing of it, the illusion had fallen into place, making his presence virtually imperceptible. Couldn't be sooner, as the building didn't seem to have a ramp for him to try and roll up through the entrance. Looking around the general area and spotting a few planks leaning against the side of the shack, he leant over to noisily knock them over, though the general illusion of imperceptibility would have...well, nobody would notice, even while walking on or crossing over it. Not till the illusion was put to rest, or at least till he separated from the mask. With a little bit more nudging here and there it seemed to become a decent enough ramp for him to make use of. Finally wheeling himself up and into the shack, he looked up and had a creeping feeling...looking around, just before the doorway, he took sight of a real photographic moment. A large woodland spider in a very thick web, eating a trapped moth. Adjusting his camera, holding it steady, he finally took his pictures before actually going into the building. Mask in lap, camera in hand, looking over the picture briefly...Isaiah finally noticed the--"WOAH, okay!?" Looking up at what could only be the visage of death, for what must have been minutes, the paraplegic tried to remember when exactly he could have recently died. No, he couldn't be dead, right? Isaiah doubted he could use a camera is he were a ghost, or even still be wheelchair bound, for that matter. Laughing nervously, trying desperately to trust the strange power of the mask, hoping this reaper false..."...gods...!" Was the only thing he could mutter to himself in the moments after.

Too Many Collaborations?! (pyroman & Major Ursa)

Mariko blushed lightly, unable to hide her happy grin as the rest seemed to agree with Yuuto's statement, "Well, I do try my best...but I have ways to go with the other written pieces." From where she sat, Kyoko held a hand up for attention, a cat-like smile practically on her face, "I still think your talents should be used to make convincing yaoi crossovers! Like that fantasy series crossed with that sci-fi series I like..." As if trying to remember, and then catching on, Mariko's face turned a much more obvious flustered red, "K-Kyoko, you're a straight up devil...with the way their personalities are, and the logical direction the crossover would go..." Mariko sputtered a bit, obviously in disapproval. Kyoko shot her a wink. "Exactly." Obviously trying to shake off her discomfort, Mariko went back to speaking mainly at Yuuto, "I like the way Yuuto and Julie portray their characters best! I haven't been great at drawing, and such great cosplay is so expensive to order or make myself...you're both so great!"

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I kind of want to have Isaiah use illusion to render himself imperceptible to the group gathering...kinda.

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Woot, posted. Isaiah makes a student drink sand in a flashback-ish initial portion of the post, and then snaps back to the present at a middle of nowhere diner.

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The understanding of how to use the mask came to him automatically, as quiet and as effect as a whisper. The first time he had used his power on someone, other than himself, was on a student during a beach trip. With the small amount of boardwalk bringing him close enough to see the edge where water ebbed and flowed over sand, as his more sand and surf wheelchair had gone into a bad state of disrepair from disuse…the photography instructor ended up settling down beside the last student left as the others had gone off to take photos. Too blessed was he, having the best behaved class. After an hour under the hot sun, one of the teens finally got back to him, and more specifically...the water cooler, with bottles of water. Such an impulse it was, with the mask tucked into his bag latched onto his wheelchair, and a bottle of dry beach sand given to him by one o the female students. The illusion in place, even he saw the crystal clear bottle of cool water go from his hand into the teen boy’s…and yet he felt his stomach drop as the youth removed the top and tilted his head back, even when the illusion kept with the flowing clear water that looked too delicious in this heat. The teen wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, screwing the cap on…there was something off in his gut feeling, before he finally noticed the wheelchair bound teacher visibly blanched with a look of what could have been guilt...and horror…upon his face, “Hey, Mr Foster, you alright?” As the illusion ended, sand poured out from the boy’s mouth as he spoke. “I’m sorry, wrong bottle.” ----- That incident had been explained as a combination of the youth suffering from some mild heat stroke, which would explain the carelessness and just straight up drinking a good portion of a bottle of sand. The teen recovered, nobody was charged as it had been clearly a series of accidents, but Isaiah Foster never forgot…as easy as willing it, a person could gulp down a glass of sand like it was the sweetest flowing, lightest juice upon their tongue. “Sir, are you feeling alright?” Being brought out of his stupor, he would have jumped slightly in his seat if he could. Turning and peering up at the older waitress looking at his with some concern to her expression, he chuckled and smiled easily at her, taking note of her nametag just at eye level, “Sorry, Gertrude, I must still have been half asleep.” Isaiah couldn't help but be reminded of the nurses typical of hospitals, looking at Gertrude’s expression change slightly…there was still pity, but no more than he expected, and favourably less so, even. “You travelling?” Isaiah could really only give a truthful nod to his inquiry, “If you're tired, you must be driving an awful lot, where you heading?” Honestly, he didn't know. Heck, he didn't even know why he had just felt the urge to get on up and out here, though jokingly he thought to himself, ‘Early midlife crisis, perhaps?’ Maybe a restlessness due to routine…which, in actuality, wasn't something he tended to have at all in life. As smooth as Isaiah’s life seemed to far, as face value, he really wasn't a planner. Still, he had to give some sort of lie, so he didn't sound like he was just going to roll off and disappear from the world. So, he gave the waitress the same answer he gave his wife, like he was the one cheating and had to hide what he planned on doing… “A colleague and I are getting together to work on photography project. Now…hmmm, can you tell me a little bit about this breakfast special?”

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Eh...sorry, I'll have something up tonight.

Too Many Collaborations?! (pyroman & Major Ursa)

"Ohhhhh~!" Kawaguchi had gotten out of her seat and was not standing before Julie and her cellphone, making sounds of amazement, Yumi leaned a bit out of her seat for a better look, and Mariko clapped her hands lightly in her own delight. Pausing for a moment, Kawaguchi trust her finger at the cell phone using teen's face, finger an inch away from tapping the taller and older girl on the nose, "More pics!" Pulling her hand, Julie pressed a button or two before holding out her cellphone out to the group, the screen showing a different picture ever ten seconds. The maid uniform pictures switched over to a picture of her in the same costume...except now wearing black cat ears and standing beside another cosplaying girl. A pictures of Julie in shiny foam armour with an equally shiny sword, wearing a stoic expression on her face. A few bikini pics at the beach, with what looked like her relatives...more pictures from last school year, hair slightly shorter... After a handful of minutes, she finally withdrew her cellphone to fiddle around with it again, and Mariko took this as her cue to talk about what she was up to. Holding up a USB flash drive, "I typed up two chapters for my most recent fanfiction project, I was truly surprised that I could crossover the television show and anime so well..."

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Uh, sorry, got distracted on other things. How does this start, all the characters going about regular life? Or, converging onto the meeting point?