Anemoi RPG

I hope everybody is having a nice week. Last week I was kidnapped by a pirate, then rescued by a ghost. The experience would have put me off of miniature golf permanently, but I don't really think it's the game for me either way.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, thanks to whoever dealt with the whole comic book villainy thing that was happening, with the costumes and the rhyming couplet dialogue. I am okay with it not being a thing anymore.

[video]

Remembered thing. Probably very personal. Memory blurry, probably because entire bottle of cold medication was involved.

I remember talking about butterflies. And nice boy coming to visit room. And not having pants on. The rest is gone.

[Addendom, about a minute later.]

I wonder why I made a post about that. I guess it's just one of those days. Glad parents are not here, would be awkward. Probably awkward anyway.

Since apparently today is a day for talking about things all over the place, I attended a school for the disabled back home. It was called Yamaku. If I come up with anything else, I'll probably say it for no reason.

[Action 1]

[Rin seems to be involved in some kind of undertaking! It involves her paintings. She is spending most of today in the long, cumbersome task of moving her paintings somewhere outside of the apartments. This would be a fair amount of hassle even normally, and Rin's missing limbs is not making it any easier.]

[Assist y/n?]


[Action 2]


[That night. Rin is out behind the apartments, where she has apparently assembled a smallish fire. Not of the arson kind, it's nice and constrained and not going to hurt anybody. She's watching it blankly, back against the wall as she sits on the ground, with a cigarette in her mouth. The fire seems to have been kindled with old newspapers, mainly consists of firewood, and... there's something else in there, too.]

[As it dies down a bit, Rin drags another painting onto the fire.]



[[OOC: Pleace specify which prompt you are tagging! Would like to have a couple people max in prompt #2, and only people who already have CR with Rin.]]

I got a bunch of paintings. Apparently I painted them. Don't remember.

I get a weird sense of vertigo looking at these. My mind created these, but I don't feel any personal connection to them. They were painted by someone else - that other person named Rin Tezuka whose memories I keep getting. Two strangers separated by time and memory. I look at my old paintings and I'm suddenly weirdly aware of how huge that gulf is. I don't think I'll ever be able to cross it, even if I remember everything. Maybe it's better if I don't remember anything at all.

I wonder what I should do with these.

I am pretty sure that now is a good time to not be outside the apartments so here I am. Don't know where big blue has shown up, but would rather not take chances. Mysterious mural project on hold.

[filtered to people who have had at least one conversation with Rin]
Congratulations. You get to listen to the extra-incoherent rambly bits, because I feel like it. Pretend that I am lying on a couch, and you are sitting on a chair next to it, frowning thoughtfully and taking notes and charging me huge amounts of money.

I don't know what I'm doing with my painting. It's like I'm trying to paint to get something that's inside of me out, but then I do it and I found out that there isn't anything inside me. I'm just full of holes, or something. Thought I should try painting to fill the holes, but I don't know how to do that. If I changed how I paint that much, I don't know if I'd be able to go back to the other way.

Will remembering change anything? Maybe it won't. Maybe it would just add more context for what I'm missing. Maybe I was always like this.

Got some charcoal, though. I think charcoal is OK, for some reason. Simpler.

Accordingly,
[/filter]
If you are bored and talk to me, I will draw you. No charge, I am not a professional.

[filtered to Tohsaka]

Oh, almost forgot. Remembered eighteenth birthday. Nineteen next month. I win.