YOSHIYA 'JOSHUA' KIRYU
COURT Seelie
TITLE N/A
OCCUPATION Composer
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Teleportation - Restricted to Glaschu; Wings - Can be made physical at will
COMMUNICATION METHODS Compass purchased from Hermione Granger.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Caer Glaem
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Possibly Caer Glaem
MAJOR EVENTS
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PLANS
Joshua will be keeping his eyes and ears peeled for information of all sorts. For the most part, this will be a year of adjustment for him as he gets used to his power caps and being more mortal than he used to be. He's also going to be annoying people staying in relative contact with people he's already met (or will meet) on either side. !!!IF YOU WISH TO PLAN ANYTHING WITH JOSHUA, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO PM THIS JOURNAL FOR FURTHER DISCUSSION!!!
SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
He's going to meet the Black Shuck for the first time and have a lovely conversation with him. Joshua will also accomplish being on somewhat good terms with Hiro Hamada and Sansa Stark. He's going to pester the hell out of Hiro, mark his words.
TIMELINE OF EVENTS
| SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) |
- MARCH - He'll delve into a small part of his powers in order to help out the natives and maybe some other Shardbearers. Joshua may or may not take great pleasure/amusement out of this.
- APRIL - Wow he is so not down with losing control like that. Joshua is going to instantly destroy his harp the moment he finds it in his dreams. Nobody, not even himself, wants a wild, out-of-control-emotionally Joshua. Good thing nobody he knows from his world is here, jfc.
- MAY - You know what's useful? Swans that turn into gold on death. Hell yes, he'll kill some swans and help out. Hopefully use their gold corpses as currency.
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| SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) |
- JUNE - Josh's participating in the Magic Dueling part of Treun's Tourney! Otherwise, he'll just be a spectator. Joshua, sadly, doesn't think he'll be of use to anyone wanting to heal the areas affected by the Jabberwock, but if asked for advice, then he'll try to give theories/something.
- JULY - He's going to keep his wits about him more-so than usual. He'll be interested in looking into these rumors about that Shardbearer creating the fox masks and any other information people dig up on the guy.
- AUGUST - Joshua will visit the Cothromach to take a look at what Sansa's got planned! He'll also look in on the festivities at Leathann, probably on the roof of some building.
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| FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) |
- SEPTEMBER - Well, hopefully people know either English or Japanese, else they'll never understand what the heck he's saying. He might be insulting your mother for all you know.
- OCTOBER - FUCK YEAH SAMHAIN TIME TO MEET THE DEATH DOG AND PAY HIS RESPECTS!!!!
- NOVEMBER - Some poor schmuck is probably going to try roughing up this pretty boy. Pity it's going to backfire tremendously on them as Joshua cheerfully hands them over to the Leathann authorities
or send their souls to Black Shuck and give the authorities their dead bodies, whichever
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| WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) |
- DECEMBER - Nah. Hunting and sweating? Nah. Nah, man.
- JANUARY - Joshua turns a year older as of January 1st!
- FEBRUARY - He'll be going to the Ostara Festival in Parrais. Art and music call to him, though he won't participate. Joshua will merely enjoy what the artists and musicians will bring to the occasion.
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| SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) |
- MARCH - Time to behead some skeletons and get in touch with his inner Queen of Hearts!
- APRIL - What the actual fuck, fairies.
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SPRING 2701
Harp Event: Closed {TW: Death, implications of suicide}
When it came to matters of the heart, he was more than reluctant to ask for help. Truthfully, only a select few have been allowed into the secret garden of his heart, and only one was allowed to actually set up shop and live comfortably in it. That one was the only person Joshua trusted completely, the only person he allowed himself to be truly human around, if they were in private. When it came right down to it, Sanae Hanekoma was the person Joshua went to if he ever had a personal problem and the one person on Earth he trusted to not only give him advice, but also not judge him for his weaknesses and shortcomings. The one person he never in a million years would ever believe or think would use those weaknesses against him.
Being in a different world without that familiar face, that comfortable support, was not an unwelcome change as such. It wasn’t like Joshua relied on Sanae for everything. However, for some reason, he was finding that he was missing that “hip and happening barista far more than normal. He’d decided to shrug it off and chalk it up to the fact that he must be having an off day. As such, Joshua went about his daily routine and paid no attention to the harp music playing.
The music followed him, though. He noticed that at around midday when he decided to discreetly look for the harp player. The player was nowhere to be found, which was interesting. It didn’t take Joshua long to figure out that he must be hearing the music in his head, but it wasn’t something he made up himself. He was sure of that much. For one, Joshua had never been instructed in composing music for the harp, let alone how to play one. It didn’t seem to be doing any harm, though, as he steadfastly ignored how he steadily grew to miss Sanae’s presence more and more throughout the day.
For once, when he returned to the room he was staying in, he was glad to collapse into bed and straight into the arms of sleep.
It was when Joshua woke up the next morning that he realized that he’d made a mistake in ignoring the harp.
By nature, he wasn’t an emotional person. At least, he tried very hard not to be. He tried to keep his emotions out of most equations, especially if he was being put into a position where he needed his thoughts to be clear. Yet, today, Joshua felt the presence of the companion that had been with him ever since he could remember far keener than he normally did. It was like how it had been before he’d ever met Sanae.
Loneliness. Cold, crushing loneliness. Joshua had always felt lonely and knew from the beginning that leaving his life behind him wouldn’t let him escape from that cage. He still went through with his plans, knowing he could deal with it as long as he had at least one person at his side to weather through the worst of what his new life could throw at him. Yet, this was the kind of loneliness he’d felt when he was younger, an actual kid and not pretending to be one. The loneliness of being so different that not even his parents knew what to do with him. The kind that made it hard to go through life one day--one second at a time.
For most of the morning, he laid in bed and listened to the harp music. The more he listened, the worse his emotional state got. It was starting to annoy him at how he was letting a mere musical instrument dictate what emotions should overpower the others. Determination hardened his eyes and heart. Whatever the harp was trying to pull, he wasn’t going to let it rule his heart like that. Joshua’s heart was his own and should be free to express the emotions it liked in its own way, and as strongly as it wanted to.
With effort, Joshua left his bed, letting his stubbornness take the lead this time. The day past him by in a haze, like the whole world looked greyer than it had yesterday. He was being reminded too strongly of his past and he didn’t like it. That dislike even showed on Joshua’s face in the form of a small frown. At the end of the day, as the sun started to sink below the horizon and Joshua was ready to turn in, he felt far more exhausted than he had ever felt, like there weren’t enough hours of sleep that would ever cure that.
This time, though, he knew what was going on and a dream took place. Joshua heard the music, as beautiful and treacherous as always. The sweet notes were in painful contention with the dream his mind wove for him. It was a nightmare more than an actual good dream. His thoughts on his past must have affected his dream for the night, or else the harp had more power over the heart and mind than he’d originally thought.
He was in his bedroom from when he was alive, the same one he died in. The only light came from the waning crescent moon, easily seen in the sky just outside his window. Before Joshua was a desk made of rosewood, though it was hard to tell if they’d never owned or seen the thing. On the desk were objects that somehow had their own luminescence, enough to be seen in sharp clarity. From left to right solemnly, somberly sat a noose of thick rope; a handgun of some sort; an unmarked, white bottle; a wine glass that looked like it was full of some sort of clear liquid; and finally a knife with dried blood on the sharp blade.
It was a choice, Joshua knew, and a very familiar choice, at that. He made no move toward the desk, his body so still that it was almost impossible to tell that he was even breathing. The cold, calm way he regarded the objects wouldn’t have looked out of place on a marble statue. Eventually, he turned bodily away to face the other side of the room. Joshua had made his choice long ago. It was not one he wished to make again. Not unless he had to decide for a second time. That was something that could stay in the past and he’d be perfectly content with that.
And sitting on his bed, as graceful and beautiful as the notes it played, was the playerless harp. The thing that had haunted him the past two days was within his grasp. A cold anger gripped Joshua at that point and purple eyes hardened. If he was to choose in this room again, then he would choose the life he was currently leading and destroy the thing that was causing old pains and wounds to resurface.
He flung out an arm and pointed his finger at the sirenic instrument. A blinding pillar of white light crashed through the roof of the room and directly onto the harp. It totally destroyed both harp and bed, and flung Joshua straight out of the dream and into the waking world. His eyes flew open and he lay there, frozen, in his real bed. Sunlight streamed into the room along with the birdsong and Joshua took a moment to not only regain his composure, but to revel in the fact that there was no more harpsong.
He also wanted a moment to reflect on all that had happened in the dream. Involuntarily, a shiver went down his spine as he recalled the night of his death. That was one thing Joshua was determined to not experience again if he could, though he knew he came extremely close to making that choice for a second time in his home world. He also knew, now, that the choice would always haunt him, even if he never consciously thought about it. Joshua wondered if he would have the strength to say no to those options, to choose life instead, even if it meant being lonely until the day he was replaced by a new Composer for Shibuya.
The Composer shook the thoughts from his head. He wouldn’t know until he was at the crossroads, and there was no point in dwelling on it now. So, instead, Joshua got up to greet the new day.
Blizzard Event: Closed
The second reason was that the Seelie Monarchs had asked for help on the matter. While the promise of reward was a good incentive, Joshua had other reasons to follow their proclamation at that point in time. Quite simply and rather shrewdly, he didn’t think it paid to set himself up as disobedient just yet. It definitely wasn’t going to be prudent of him to cause any bad blood between himself and the High King and High Queen when he was so new to the Drabwurld. No, it was for the best that he treat them as if they were as powerful as, or stronger than, the Angels.
Now, he didn’t have any supernatural ability, magic or otherwise, that included pyromancy, unfortunately. It would’ve made the whole thing easier and faster if he did. Sadly, Joshua had to do it the old fashioned way. He needed to drag them to shelter, give them blankets and something hot to drink, and probably make sure to keep a fire going in the fireplace. It wouldn’t be practical to do that as a 15 year old boy, though. As such, he had to assume the physical age and appearance of a young man in his early to mid 20’s. At least then Joshua would have the height, weight, and strength needed, not to mention it was most likely less embarrassing for the savior to be a man in comparison to a boy.
It was difficult work regardless of his age. If the snowfall and harsh winds were too great and made seeing a hand in front of his face impossible, then he was forced to remain inside or die in the snowstorm. That wasn’t the way Joshua wanted to go and lose his shard to, if he had the choice. If Joshua was to lose his shard, then it would have to be on his own terms. Either way, he couldn’t afford to lose it in the first place. Shibuya’s survival depended on him keeping his shard and staying alive in this world.
When visibility wasn’t such an issue, Joshua would bundle himself up as warmly as possible and go out to search for those unfortunate people who’d been caught in the middle of the blizzard. Any children he found took priority, carrying them into the shelter he could provide and warming them up by the fire. He would make sure that they weren’t injured and afterward would promptly go with them to search for their legal guardian or parents.
As for adults, the way he got them to shelter would vary. Some were too heavy for him to carry, and so he had to make do with dragging them, using his telekinesis to gently lift them enough so that they could glide over top of the snow instead of plowing through it. Others were light enough that Joshua could feasibly fireman carry them back. As with the children, he would sit them in front of the fire and give them hot tea or coffee or even hot chocolate. With the women, Joshua would graciously escort them back to their home, if they wanted him to. He gave the same offer to the men, but only a handful took him up on it. The last thing Joshua wanted was for those people to get frozen again, and perhaps not be so lucky as to get found by someone and taken into a shelter to get warmed up. It wouldn’t be the first time people saw someone in trouble, but didn’t lend a helping hand and just let that person in need rot, though neither would it be the last.
It was an arduous task, to be sure, and one that Joshua was very careful with. Helping others was all well and good, but once he started feeling the chill seeping into his bones, he made sure that he stayed inside to get warmed up himself, especially if he was starting to lose focus or was becoming too focused on the task at hand. They were typical warning signs that he was about to suffer the same fate as the people he’d been helping. Joshua was pretty sure there was an irony in that.
Joshua didn’t just offer his aid to just one city or town, though. After a few days, he would teleport to the next town and see if they needed any assistance. If the town or city didn’t need his help, or other Shardbearers had everything more or less under control, then Joshua would simply go to the next settlement. While he was sure that his help would be appreciated in those places where Shardbearers had things under control, it wasn’t what they needed. There were more towns and cities where assistance was more of a necessity, and those were the places that Joshua prioritized ahead of everything else. Not to mention, there were probably people stuck out on the roads, but he couldn’t do anything for those people. If he had pyrokinesis, perhaps he could do something, but Joshua was also just one person. He couldn’t canvas an entire road all on his own, and neither could he help in organizing a party of search and rescuers.
Just stick with what you know and what you know you can do. It’s the best way to help. Or, more accurately, the only way he could help.
Honestly, Joshua couldn’t wait for the Roc’s magical blizzard to stop.
SUMMER 2701
FALL 2701
WINTER 2701 / 2702
MARCH / APRIL 2702
April, that certain anniversary...
Maybe "funny" wasn't the right word. Hiro certainly didn't feel like laughing about anything at the moment.
Since he and Nico arrived at the Station about a week ago he'd done his best not to let the outcome of his talk with Jason affect him. He'd done well putting on a show but he knew Nico probably wasn't buying it. Nico at least was polite enough to let him pretend, telling him stories and trying to keep things light while Hiro worked to keep himself afloat and not sink. It's Joshua that Hiro's worried about. Joshua never seemed to hold back his opinions and Joshua was also one of the people in the Drabwurld unafraid to call Hiro on his shit.
Much like Jason.
But he had a promise to keep. He had a promise to keep and just because he'd managed to break every other promise doesn't mean he could break this one.
He hadn't had a chance to speak with Joshua since Samhain...right after everything started to happen and the world came tumbling down again. He wished he'd thought of sending a letter maybe, something, but there hadn't been time and Hiro...so stupidly thought he could handle everything and wiggle and lie and fix and solve everything on his own.
Hah.
He's not entirely sure where Nico is now but that's okay. It's best not to let the boy know who he's slipping off to meet with and he knows Joshua will know where to meet him. It's a quiet area where they won't be disturbed. And Hiro gets there first, a cup of coffee and a cup of tea next to him because he couldn't decide what would be more appropriate and god he was kind of nervous.
Maybe nervous was the wrong word, but there was an uncomfortable pull in his stomach that he recognized as "guilt" all over again, along with a slight twitch of eagerness to see Joshua again. Not to mention he'd especially put a lot of thought into Tadashi lately and surprisingly, even a year later, it still stung but in a slightly different way. It was a mess.
Correction: he was a mess.
But he could try to clean up his act at least for a few hours he has carved aside for Joshua. All he has to do now is wait for the other boy to show up and ignore the way his toe's scuffing into the ground as his leg idly swings back and forth, fingers drumming on his own knee.
'Come on...where are you?']
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He does, at least, follow through on meeting with Hiro. A promise had been made, after all, and Joshua isn't going to be the one labeled as a promise breaker. There's a reason it's hard to get a promise out of him.
It's not hard for him to locate the boy. He walks toward Hiro as casually as if he does this everyday. Joshua doesn't fail to take note of his body language and the expression on his face. Apparently, a lot's happened between Samhain and now.]
Well, don't you look happy to see me.
[Joshua sits down in front of the other teenager, looking as relaxed as can be.]
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Sorry, dude, I tried to book a marching band that would play once you entered the room but they're surprisingly hard to come by around here. [But the tension eases a little and he perks up as he picks up the two cups.]
I know I promised you coffee, but I brought tea, too, if you want that instead. Oolong I think, I actually don't know.
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[He shrugs at the last statement.]
I've never been one to pass up a mystery. I'll take the tea today.
[Joshua has a feeling he'll need the tea more than the coffee today.]
Oh, by the way, that instant coffee was actually pretty good. Your gag gift turned out to be better than either of us thought.
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You sound surprised. I told you I live above a cafe. [He takes a sip from his own cup, only slightly flinching from the heat.] Aunt Cass wouldn't let me drink real coffee until maybe last year, so I started buying the cheap stuff and keeping it in our bedroom to make whenever I wanted. [A beat follows.] Though I sort of wish I'd known we were actually exchanging useful presents. I would have done better.
[Is it strange that he's actually admitting a fault? Possibly.]
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I'm afraid that I'm too heavily biased to WildKat's coffee. I've never found anyone who can rival it, yet. And, as I recall, I'm sure I gave you a gag gift as well. So, we're even.
[He takes a sip of the tea and hums thoughtfully.]
Four Seasons, and a very nice blend of it, too. Not too heavy on the jasmine and honey to overpower the lily.
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Good to know you're both a coffee snob and a tea snob though. I'll remember that for next time. I can barely tell the difference between black and green sometimes. [A gross exaggeration, but nevertheless.] We gonna make this a habit, Joshua? Going six months between visits?
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I prefer the title 'culinary connoisseur.' [Joshua takes another sip of the tea.] That depends. Am I worth the risk of having more frequent meetings with?
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Yeah, but tea snob's just funnier. [There's a pause then as he gives Joshua a mildly unreadable look, slightly uncomfortable as he takes another drink and talks around the cup.] You wouldn't be the first Seelie I've risked a bunch for just to have frequent meetings with, so maybe. You're also less likely to get me killed.
[But even with that, he apparently doesn't mind the risk of the other Seelie either.]
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Then I see no reason why we can't up the frequency of our talks. Just be very careful about it, if you please.
[He tilts his head slightly to the side.]
Now, pleasantries out of the way, shall we get to what you truly need, or want, to discuss with me?
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When you put it that way you make it sound like I have life-altering updates for you. [Which he does. But they only affect his life as far as he knows.] I guess I just...wanted to see you after everything that happened this time last year. You remember that, don't you?
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A lot can happen in a year. [His tone is mild as he says this.] It would be a hard thing to forget, considering we were all emotionally assaulted by a dream harp.
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[He snorts a little in response.] I mean besides that. The other stuff. Do you remember that? We sort of talked about a lot.
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[He shrugs casually.]
We did, indeed, talk about a lot. I do remember the subjects previously discussed that eventful morning in April.
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You couldn't make this easy on me just this once? [He switches the coffee cup to the other hand, using the first to prop his head up.]
Let's just say the tiger uncaged itself and mauled several people but curled up against several other people. I'm not sure how to fix it but...there are parts maybe I don't want to fix? When I wrote to you during Yule I thought "hey, I can talk to Joshua and prove that I've grown and that everything's fine" but...that was months ago. And I've had a lot of things come up since then but I didn't want to tell you in letters. They're too important.
Is that bad?
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No, it's not bad.
[Hey, a rare, simple, to-the-point answer from Yoshiya Kiryu! Hell apparently does have ice on occasion.
Joshua takes another sip of his tea before gesturing with his free hand toward Hiro.]
Tell me what's happened.
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There's a deep inhale as he thinks of where to even start. Unpacking all of the pieces is a delicate manner, after all.]
Do you want me to start from when I started putting myself in jeopardy, or skip right to the part where I met the Black Shuck?
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From the top, of course. Pretend I know absolutely nothing.
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