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located in City of Pleuor, a part of Dissonance of the Retinentia, one of the many universes on RPG.

City of Pleuor

The Big City Of Dreams

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Character Portrait: Keiko Tsukiru Character Portrait: Rie
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"Are you alone? Are you afraid?
Are you searching for me?
Will I see you again?"

~Hymn for the Missing
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Feels different? About him? This fashion crisis wants to know why? Rie was not sure how to take that, but his expression was quick to show his initial emotion and that was irritation. "I don't care what's mandatory. Just don't touch me without my permission you egg-headed eggplant." His eyes narrowed to emphasize that point. It was not also helping that this guy had the nerve to laugh when he had implied the Monk they seemed keen on calling will be for them. Was this sad excuse for the color purple dare mock him? "What's so funny? You think I can't handle you both? Puh-lease!"

He crossed his arms over his chest to better show his displeasure of being undermined while his eyes were closed. But, he opened one of his eye when he heard what the copycat-kitten seemingly addressed him as an it. There was no way that pertained to him, now? But, it was highly unlikely and he doesn't like being thought of as an object. "Excuse me!?" He was about to say more when the fashion crisis cut him off with an answer he was not very pleased with.

"Who are you calling a child!? I am no child! I---" He was again interrupted when the fashion crisis grabbed hold of his hand while saying about showing him. What does that mean exactly? He is here all along after all. That's when he felt something. There was some kind of energy or whatever flowing inside him. It was completely odd and somehow he felt a bit dizzy from it. He lowered his head briefly as he then raised his head which finally met the eyes of that Leon person. For a short time, he could see the reflection of his image on those eyes. Somehow, that felt a surreal moment.

But then, there was a sudden feeling of backlash. Rie quickly covered his mouth as he felt like vomiting. His head felt being poked with a needle as if it was some kind of gelatin toy. That was the time that the fashion crisis had released his hand. Somehow, he felt everything about him was normal again. Well, that was the definition of what he feels about himself for now.

Anyway, it would appear he wasn't the only who felt discomfort with that weird episode. The fashion crisis also felt some sort of backlash. The copycat of his hair color supported the so-called ghost hunter who seemed to be holding his arm. Then, there was something about him being bounded to someone and memory being blocked off. Was this purple sprout responsible for that pain in his head? And will he... "Stop calling me kid! I am an adult!" Rie pointed out defiantly as the fashion crisis spoke his terms. This guy was definitely full of himself isn't he? "You speak your terms but you never answered mine even once! I don't think that's fair especially when I'm giving you a favor."

Then the copycat spoke about bringing him along already. It seemed that this silver-copier has some brains. "Finally someone is listening!" Soon, they were off. The ride was pretty much quiet as he looked out of the car window and contemplated a lot of things. He heard something about a one barrier and he was not sure what was that about. In truth, he has no ideas about those ghosts or supernatural stuff. It's true that he had seen them and even witnessed what they are capable of doing, but other than that, he has no idea. Why would he? He was no ghost after all. Other than those thoughts, he was also thinking about what was going to happen to him now. The apartment where he used to live was literally on fire and he finally found someone who noticed him, even the appearance was something not to be desired at all.

They soon arrived at a building that he wasn't sure what to think off. Really, what do people do such hideous infrastructures? He will never understand it. But, this will be his new crashing place. So in he went, he followed the two and found himself inside a pig sty. Rie wasn't sure what to think off the two. They were practically pigs if they can live in such a messy place. He does not even know where to sit. "How could you live in a garbage dump?! Don't you people even know the word cleaning?" He exclaimed in clear disappointment and irritation, of all the people who he could be with are the black-sheep of the fashion scene and an outright pig. In any case, his complaints fell on deaf ears the purple sprout went to what he could assume the bathroom and the copycat went to do something he could care less about. "Hey! Silver-Copier!" He called to the guy whose name is Leon. "Clean this dump, already no way I'll stay in this kind of place!"

There it was again, he was ignored and he glared at the silver-copier. "Are you listening to me?! Hey!" No response as he narrowed his eyes and the released a huge sigh. There was no choice; he would have to clean this place up. He looked around for the cleaning tools and frankly speaking, they were stored away in a nook that no one should ever go into. Anyone would have a heart attack or be traumatized. It was a good thing; he was of strong mind and of strong heart. Anyway, he started his cleaning as he began to move the objects and removing everything that he deemed as trash. He was focused on his cleaning that he did not see that the fashion crisis came out with only a towel on his waist.

The only time that Rie was taken out of his cleaning trance was when he heard that he was being called a Ghost Boy again. His purple eyes narrowed in annoyance. The guy asked for his name and he told him that, but that guy never gave his. Well, he had no intention of using it anyway, but still, he had asked for it. "You stupid eggplant!" Without much thought, he went to where he heard the commentary and slammed the door opened. "Stop calling me that! I'm no ghost!" He was rather red in the face with the complete outfit of what a maid. He wore a cloth on his head, an apron, and in his hands were a broom and a washcloth.

It was quite the sight. "It's Rie-sama to you!"