An experiment… Reblog if you don’t care what length replies your rp partner makes, or you are okay with some short replies or longer than normal ones.
If you’re a Canon character (or another OC) who does not discriminate against OC’s, reblog this.
Need more open-minded people to follow/play with.
“That makes sense I suppose, your tree is very shrewd. I have to ask though, how is it exactly you guys…got here? I imagine you couldn’t have just gotten on a plane.” Felix paused after a moment and shook his head, a paw strayed up to rub behind one ear. “Sorry, I think I’m getting nosy again… If there’s anything you wanted to know about this area at least I might be able to help! That way I’m not just badgering you for answers to everything.” The cat chuckled, ears wilted a little bit in embarrassment.
Felix was quickly laughing again though and shook his head a little. “I suppose you’re right on that account Jouzu, I wouldn’t be the best teacher if I wasn’t fluent in both languages… Most I can do is say things in English and hope you get the gist of it huh? Mmh, maybe I should have spent some of those ninety-some years trying to learn another language…” The cat mused, seeming anything but offended.
It hadn’t been too difficult for Jouzu and the tree to make their way across the Pacific, but she didn’t want to tell Felix that. Although she doubted the tree would keep itself secret much longer, Jouzu didn’t want to frighten her new friend. Shapeshifting wasn’t too frightening an ability, but once she said “the tree is magic” Felix would probably have ten million questions following it. So, instead, she used the cat’s own loquaciousness against him and dodged the question.
“Sank you,” Jouzu said, giving a small bow again. ”I do have question. In this place, I meet many creature, strange, maybe monster. Is there… dangerous person live here? Person I avoid? I am small and weak. Not good for fighting.”
“Maybe a little,” Darian admitted. “But he won’t, like, hit you or anything. He might just go ‘aah, oh my gosh, it’s a floating dress’ and I’ll be all like ‘she’s a kimono’ and he’ll be all like ‘shut up Nox I graduated college’. Aaaanyway, the point is, you’re fine. Let’s go, huh?”
The young man grinned and looked around the slowly darkening woods.
”Hai, hai,” Jouzu said, somewhat understanding what Darian had said, but not really. ”Okay. What should I see?” She had heard the word “campsite” before, but wasn’t really sure what it meant. (Even if she had known the translation, she probably wouldn’t have known what to look for, anyway.)
The researcher hums thoughtfully as he hears about the drink’s description, but he’s quiet enough about it to make sure she knows he’s listening carefully. All the while he looks politely at the point where her neck would begin, finding this almost as normal as speaking to one with a head might seem. “Don’t you worry a bit about it, Jouzu. Your comfort and happiness in my company is my primary concern. I think that’s a smashing explanation, and I’ll do my best to replicate something similar for you at the office.” He waves his free hand a bit at its wrist, trying to make the gesture casual. “Though you speak this language well, may I inquire as to the identity of your teacher? I imagine there’s a lovely story behind that.”
“Noooo,” Jouzu said, noticeably flustered by the compliments. ”No. No, no, no. I do not speak well, no. I am very bad.” She took a few moments to figure out what the rest of what Adrian had said meant, and got flustered again.
“Tree teach English,” she said. ”Tree smart more than me. Learn English… easy. Teach me to say. Anoo…” The story behind her and the tree getting to know each other wasn’t exactly lovely, but she supposed she should say it anyway. ”I belong to tree. I am tree’s kimono.”
Eve seemed slightly confused by the idea of a tree coming to life… But then again, it had happened to Jouzu, who used to be a piece of clothing, so why would it be so unbelievable for a plant to acquire a mind of its own? And still… There were a couple of things about its story that unnerved her.
“So… This tree came to life by… Seeing bloodshed?” Inquired the woman, obviously a bit freaked out by the prospect. “What exactly happened to it? And if it’s corrupted now, shouldn’t you try to steer away from it?”
Jouzu tried to think of a good way to phrase this lightly. She could tell Eve was more than a little perturbed by the idea of a jubokko, but she didn’t want to make the tree seem less dangerous than it actually was. She decided to go with the facts, and hope they didn’t bother Eve too much.
“The tree absorbs blood through its roots. For most trees, it doesn’t do any harm at all, but some can become jubokko this way. My cherry tree is much older than me, and I owe my life to him. He was the one who made sure I existed for a hundred years, and became a tsukumogami. Without him, I would have been thrown away a long time ago.”
“The tree only preys on those with flesh and blood. I have nothing to offer him but service, so it’s in his best interest to keep me alive. I’m useless to him dead. And… I think he’s my friend, in a strange way. He wants me to have friends, so he doesn’t hurt people I meet. He’ll definitely leave you alone if I ask him to.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask… What’s with that tree you’re talking about?”. It seemed a little off-putting that Jouzu could talk about a plant in such a personal way. “I understand that having plants to keep you company can be comforting, sure, but… Hibernation? Is that really what’s stopping you?”
Eve understood there must have been a whole lot more to this story. After all, Jouzu was a spirit, and it only made sense that not everything relating to her would be constrained between the boundaries of what the monk considered normal. Still, that was only more of a reason for her to try and understand what was going on.
Jouzu paused for a moment, wondering how much she should reveal about the tree. On the one hand, she didn’t want to scare Eve off, as she was the closest thing to a friend she’d made so far, but on the other hand, she didn’t want to lie to the human either. She decided honesty was the best policy.
“Tree is… not a normal tree. He’s a yokai, like me. A jubokko.” Assuming Eve, like most people, was unfamiliar with jubokko, she explained. ”All trees have a spirit. If exposed to enough bloodshed, the spirit can become corrupted. He can change his shape, and become more like a human. That’s how he talks to me.”
If they were to separate, Darian wasn’t sure HOW he would tell Jouzu. She didnt look like she had a cell phone. Maybe he could just yell really loud?
”Hey, um…do you think you could do me a favor, too?” He asked, tucking his hands away into his pockets, “See, my friend brought me out here for the weekend, and I…kinda walked off and got lost. It’s been like half an hour.” He grinned weakly at his own stupidity. “Do you, um…you think you could help me find my campsite?”
Jouzu fiddled with her obi, not sure if she’d be much help at that.
“I can help… demo, I may not find… I don’t know,” she said. ”Friend will be… ii… okay? Not scare?” She gestured at the space where her head wasn’t.
[[I highly advise you to play the music
should give you a bit of insight into Tree’s character]]
Happy Spring, Sucker
Jouzu was not as sensitive to temperature as humans, but she could tell it was getting warmer. Every day, she dutifully checked the large cherry tree outside her house to see if it had bloomed. She knew the tree would make it obvious to her when it bloomed, but she checked anyway, just in case.
As she’d expected, Jouzu was stirred from her meditation one morning by an all too familiar high-pitched bark.
She hated the tree for giving her that stupid name. She could hear him smile every time he addressed her. But, then again, Jouzu was more like a human than the tree would ever be, so perhaps he simply didn’t understand the importance of names.
Jouzu was about to get up and look for the tree when he walked in the room. He didn’t look very much like a tree, unless you knew what you were looking at. To the casual observer, he looked more like a human, but there were a few things off about him. His skin was dark, the same color as tree bark, and it had horizontal lines of discoloration, mimicking the patterns on his trunk. His ears, if you could see them through the enormous mass of curly white hair on his head, were long and pointed. If he smiled, you could see that his teeth, particularly his canines, were the same way. And he happened to be smiling quite a lot at the moment.
“Jouzu, you’re brilliant,” he said, speaking Japanese, as he fully expected Jouzu hadn’t gotten a handle on English since he’d gone to sleep last fall. ”You’re absolutely brilliant. This spot is perfect, you were right, I don’t know why I said I didn’t like it, it’s perfect!”
“What did I tell you about wearing shoes in the house?” Jouzu said, unfolding herself and pointing wearily at the tree’s dirty, bare feet.
“My god, Jouzu, you act as if I’ve let in a wild animal.”
“A wild plant is just as bad if he tracks dirt all around the house.”
The tree glared at her, and a few petals fell from the branches protruding from his head and fell in front of his blue eyes. Jouzu gave a withering sigh.
“Where are they?” the tree asked.
“By the front door, next to my shoes. Where they’ve always been.”
“Tch, it’s not like this isn’t a new house,” the tree said, walking towards the front door. “I’ve been asleep outside for the past four months, Jouzu-chan.”
Jouzu sighed as he left the room. It was going to be a long year.
yokai original character OC I hope OC doesn't stand for something else