Posts by TAKUMI H.

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It was coming over Takumi again.

It was like a wave of fear, turning his blood to ice where it sat in his veins. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear - he could barely feel. The white noise in his head rose in volume and tapered off, over and over and over again, like ocean waves. The sounds pounded against the inside of his skull, shouting at him to let them free. It took everything in him to keep from keeling over and just giving in. He didn't know how much longer he could take it.

Then again, at this point, he really didn't know anything. His body had overridden his mind in the face of this new threat, and all coherent thoughts had left his head. He was stumbling about, acting on pure instinct. He hadn't gone anywhere specific, but by some miracle, he'd managed to end up somewhere near WindClan's border. WindClan. His home.

The past few weeks had been a blur. The first 'episode' had come while he was still a member of the clan, thankfully outside of camp. He wasn't quite sure what had happened during those few hours that he was blacked out, but he'd awoken that night completely lost, disoriented, and covered in someone else's blood. He was unable to find WindClan again before the next episode came, almost exactly twelve hours later. As the days dragged on, the episodes became more and more frequent, sometimes happening within intervals of mere minutes. Beaten down and afraid, the ex-advisor had given up on finding his clan again. He was a menace to them in this state, anyway.

...And yet, call it fate, here he was once more. As he staggered almost drunkenly over near the border, the familiar scent reached his nose, and something seemed to click inside of him. He grew rigid and still, words flickering in and out of his head. WindClan. Home. Friends. Family. Kids. Kids...

"Finch..." Takumi managed to croak out before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he crumpled into a pathetic heap, unconscious. Wisps of smoke curled out from the corners of his slightly parted maw.

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Takumi's breathing was ragged.

He placed one white forepaw on ShadowClan's easternmost border, paused for a moment, and shakily moved the other one up next to it. He lifted his head to peer across the vast expanse of jungle laid out before him, amber eyes wide and clear, brows furrowed. This had been his home, once; a fake home, maybe, but a home nonetheless. He'd made memories here, very good memories and very, very bad ones. He'd also met the love of his life here. He gave a long sigh, releasing the air that had been hitched in his throat.

He carried no weapons. He stood with his tail and ears laid back and his feet pressed close together - trying to look as unconfrontational as possible. "Hello?" the young tom would offer, his voice wavering. He didn't know what to expect, but it was hard to fight the cold dread rising up in his throat.

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The first pair of ShadowClanners to question him were unfamiliar, which proved just how long he'd been gone. It wasn't as if he'd disappeared for months, but it had to have been a few weeks at least. Time had just seemed like one big blur, so he wasn't certain. He eyed them with his chin tipped slightly back, forcing back instinctive hostility. ShadowClan Scum. "...Right. Hi. My name is Takumi Hoshidan, of WindClan. I'm here..." he trailed off, his attention stolen by the appearance of a set of faces he recognized - first Haiiro, who sounded less than enthusiastic to see him, and then Sango. Oh, Sango - how he absolutely despised her. It was as if she existed just to ruin his life. And here she went, yet again, the harbinger of bad news. (lol that was a pun,,, get it,,, bc finch's last name,,, yeah)

The boy's jaw fell slack the second that Sango started speaking. How the hell did she know about their relationship?! Of course, worries of their secret getting out were soon replaced by dread crawling up in his chest and seizing him, causing him to grow rigid. "F-Finch... she... what?" he stuttered, unable to comprehend exactly what he was being told. Finch, the girl he loved, the girl he had children with... did she really not feel the same anymore?

He turned his head towards Ignacio, swallowing hard. Usually he was nice to kid, even enemy ones, but he happened to be a jumbled mess of hormones and negative emotions at that moment. "What's it to you?" he snapped, lashing his tail.

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Takumi's life had been full of misfortune and despair, there was no denying that. As a human, he'd suffered through the abduction of his younger sister, followed later by a war between his country and Nohr, the neighboring territory. He was a general in said war; he had multiple units of troops under his command, despite his young age. He'd killed dozens of enemy soldiers, and he'd seen his own men slaughtered in the most gruesome ways. Despite his status as prince, his childhood and teen years were more than difficult. Then, of course, there was the whole 'being thrown into a whole new body and universe' thing. That was traumatizing in and of itself.

Even in this realm, the boy had lost more loved ones than he'd gained and he'd felt an excruciating amount of pain. Torture after torture, battle after battle, loss after loss... and yet he continued. Of course, with his luck, he'd been forced to leave his children alone and without a parental figure. He had no choice - he'd been a threat to them and their safety, thanks to what he was calling his 'sickness.' and so he'd disappeared. But now that he was back... he could only hope that his kids wouldn't hate him. He didn't know if he would be able to live with himself if they did.

Shota, Takumi considered to be one of his biggest mistakes. Not the child himself, not at all, but... but the way he'd treated him when he was still very young. He'd projected his own insecurities onto his son, and it showed. He found himself worried for the little guy, and if he would grow up alright. Ironically enough, the young tom had been thinking about Shota and the other little ones when his child's voice reached his ears. He lifted his head, amber gaze widening, and immediately broke into a run. Fighting past brambles and tall grass until Shota came into view, Takumi would attempt to launch himself at the child and wrap him up in a big hug, laughter bubbling from his throat. "Musuko! Kimi wa daijōbudayo!" he would cry, slipping into his mother tongue - partially due to Shota's singing.

/ sorry this is a crap post ahhh
also translation: "Son! You're ok!"

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Finch's boyfriend.

Takumi's amber gaze flitted over to Fortinbras, and he clenched his jaw. It still wasn't quite... sinking in. He loved Finch - Finch had loved him. Their relationship had felt like something that was concrete and resolute. Last he'd interacted with her, they'd been at their secret meeting spot, just like they always were. This was before the sickness, of course. They'd sat in the moors just outside of WindClan territory and watched the stars together, their tails intertwined, cheeks nuzzling. When Takumi was with Finch, it was like nothing else mattered. She'd been the world to him; he was nearly certain that she'd returned those feelings. Did... Did it really only take a few weeks of being apart to change that? Had she thought him dead? had she really shrugged off what they had that easily?

At this point the young tom could feel his eyes watering. He didn't want... to believe it. 'Of course she left you,' a voice in his head told him, 'Look at that guy! Taller, stronger, much more mature... you're nothing compared to him. She probably never loved you in the first place.'

"I-I... I..." Takumi didn't know what he'd been expecting when he decided to show up at ShadowClan, but it wasn't this.Anything would've been better than this. He whirled around to glare at Sango, a fire in his eyes. "No, this can't...! I'm not...!" He felt lik he couldn't breath. He began backing up, planning on running away, but he only managed to run smack into Drogo. He flattened his ears and bit back a whimper; it was dumb to go without a weapon. 'G-Gods damn it...'

/ jfc this is like a soap opera lol

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Takumi had been spending a lot of time in the library, since his return. Not many people knew that he liked to read; it had been a long-time hobby of his. His favorites tended to be war novels or books on strategy, both of which were plentiful in WindClan's library, thankfully. Unfortunately, most of them were in English. While the prince could speak fluent English, for whatever reason, he had a much harder time reading in anything other than his mother tongue.

He had been asleep in one of the shelves, a book laid over his face, when a voice out of nowhere pulled him out of his nap. He awoke with a start, sitting up and nearly slamming his head against the higher shelf. He quickly recognized the voice as Henry's; however, it sounded like a one-way conversation. Literally. Puzzlingly enough, no one else seemed to be speaking. The young tom reshelved his book and crept quietly to the ground, curious. He was not yet close enough to distinguish what Henry was saying, just bits and pieces. As he left the library and got closer to the chalet, he could hear chunks of words.

Then there was the sound of a blade piercing flesh, and his heart leapt into his throat. He dashed over to the leader, his amber eyes wide in panic. "Holy-" Takumi hissed, attempting to take the knife and slide it away from Henry as best as he could. He would then try to place a paw over the stab wound to stop the bleeding, pinning back his ears. He met Henry's eyes. "Listen to me, ok? Focus on staying awake, Jekyll. Someone'll be here to help soon." He glanced over his shoulder; the library was so far from camp.... he was praying that someone else would come in soon.

"I'll take a new buddy," Takumi offered in a super rushed post.

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Takumi felt like his world was crashing down around him.

All he could do was stare at Fortinbras as he spoke. His bottom lip was trembling, nose wrinkled in a partial snarl. He tenses his muscles, anger surging through his body - all he wanted to do at that moment was spring forward and rip out that bastard's throat. But he didn't. He couldn't. 'Finch...'

"I think it would probably be best if you left, Takumi."

The young tom blinked, a tear falling from each eye into the grass. He quickly turned away from the ShadowClanners, biting back an audible sob. As the tears began to fall, he ducked his head and ran blindly from ShadowClan's border. He wasn't going in the direction of him - in fact, he wasn't going anywhere specific at all. He just needed to get away.

He still loved her.

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"Hey... Henry? A-Any other high positions around I could talk to?" Takumi called, his voice wavering. He didn't carry himself with his usual haughtiness or pride; instead, he seemed small and almost bleak as he sauntered over to the leader's cabin. Physically, he was not ill; however, the lack of a gleam in his eyes suggested otherwise. He couldn't get his mind off her. He'd been moping for two days, and he'd decided that it was finally time to get off of his ass and distract himself with work. Lots and lots and lots of it. "I've got a suggestion. A few, actually."

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Takumi's Uncle Jakob was a wealthy man. He owned a large house, one that could easily be considered a mansion, that sat atop a hill overlooking the the small suburban town of Windview Valley, Nevada. It was beautiful, with expertly-landscaped gardens and polished marble floors and hand-carved white columns. Of course, the first thing that Takumi thought about when he stepped through the giant oaken doors at the beginning of his summer abroad trip was the potential for parties.

It had been two months since the eighteen-year-old had settled down as a temporary resident of Windview Valley, and finally, his uncle was going out of town for the night. He'd wasted no time in preparation; as soon as Uncle Jakob was gone for sure, Takumi had bribed the mansion's staff to help get everything ready. The party would be held mainly in the ballroom and the back garden; both areas had large tables with more food than you could possibly imagine. The garden was lit by beautiful strings of white Christmas lights, and there was a bonfire roaring in the back; a crystal chandelier glowed in the ballroom while a DJ booth in the back controlled the music that poured from the hidden surround sound speakers.

Everything was ready. Takumi stood at the front door, dressed in a black and white suit with a silver tie (that he'd snatched from his uncle's closet). Guests should be arriving soon. Since he'd invited just about everyone in town, he was expecting a big turn-out. He tapped his foot to the beat of the song and continued to wait.

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Takumi spun around on his heels as he was approached by his first guest, Bane. The other teenager was unfamiliar to him, but he didn't mind. The party was a free-for-all after all. He swept his brown gaze over the other, brow quirking a bit skeptically at his choice of shoes, but he didn't say anything. He flashed a grin. "Yep. The party's right here." He stuck his hands in his pockets, tipping his head in greeting towards Elliot. "Mm, name's Takumi, by the way. Your gracious host. You guys are...?" He smiled.

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Takumi cleared his throat, tipping his head back as the trio appeared one by one. His smile widened just slightly when his gaze landed on Kate, but he soon fixated a serious expression upon his face. "Right. I was hoping that I could host a sparring tournament - a real one, with brackets and a champion in the end. I would organize the whole thing. We could also invite allying clans and make it a big event for everyone." He thought that it would be fun and worthwhile - a good chance to get to know allying clans. They could even have a festival going on at the same time for non-competitors to come over and watch.

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Don't think about it. Takumi slid over on quiet paws, idling next to Kate. He tipped back his chin, gaze sweeping briefly over Chamomile. He twitched back his ears, trying to ignore the seed of suspicion buried in his chest - it was always there when he went to greet a joiner, and very rarely was it accurate. He couldn't help but be untrusting. Keep her off your mind. He tried for a small smile. She seemed kind enough, hopefully she would stick around. "...Right. Hi. Name's Takumi. Welcome to WindClan; you want a tour, or have any questions?" Gods, I'm pathetic. Why am I still thinking of her?

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Takumi's eyes brightened, and he flicked his ears. Already his mind was buzzing with ideas; as someone who enjoyed fighting, he was excited to organize this. Besides, it made for a great distraction. He gave a deft nod and began backing away. "Thanks, Henry. I'll, uh, get started on this right away."

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Welcome to WindClan's first annual ally-wide sparring tournament! This is a pretty self-explanatory event: members from WindClan and their allies will participate in a series of spars in hopes of taking first place. Here's how this will work. The tournament will be kept track of using a real, live bracket, on this website (by me). The site randomly generates the first round, and that is how characters will be paired up. Each pair will get their own thread to brawl it out in. Before this happens, however, the winner of each round will be randomly chosen on this website (also by me). The roleplayers will be notified of this before the match starts and will have to write out the match based on this. Seeing as this is a competition that doesn't really require any skill, only luck of being chosen, there will be no OOC prize. But there will be a participation badge!

RULES:

• You must be eight months old to participate
• NO POWERS ALLOWED!
• Cheating will not be tolerated
• This is a friendly competition - be polite, have good sportsmanship, etc.
• Weapons are allowed, but only if BOTH opponents agree to their use
• Do NOT seriously injure your opponent; the objective is to pin or knock them down for a solid ten seconds

APPLICATION:

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Takumi's fear of Vader had ebbed away, at least partially. The last 'incident' had been when the flea infestation was going around, and the barbary lion had choked him until he'd almost blacked out as a threat. Yeah... for a while after that the young tom had nearly pissed himself every time Vader decided to show up in his general vicinity. But he'd gotten over that. Mostly.

Drawing in a long breath, the ex-advisor meandered over, tipping back his chin to gaze up at Vader with half-lidded amber optics. "You don't seem like you'd be the climbing type," he noted with a partial snicker, but he wasn't saying that just as a joke. Would he even be able to get in a tree without all the branches breaking? He was pretty big.

@ vader - accepted
@ kate - whOOPS i just realized thats a dumb rule lol i guess i didnt mean birth body but more like main one?? basically no battle-specified bodies cx i'll change it now.
@ henry - thank you so much!! i can finish them up later tonight.

all accepted!!

also @Dr. Henry Hacksaw which invites haven't been done yet? i've got some time to send em out ouo

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The smell of The Exiles alone was enough to send Takumi into a fit of hostility. Whenever they were around, nothing good happened. Naturally, when he caught a whiff of their blood-tinted smell on the wind, he had given up on his hunt and jogged over with an aggressive glint in his eyes. There was only one Exiler present, whom he recognized as the leader - Diarrhea, or something like that. He idled next to Henry, amber optics narrowed to slits and trained on the female as if he was trying to bore holes in her skin. His claws were sheathed, but he rolled his shoulders and flexed his forepaws, ready to jump. He cursed himself for leaving his bow in camp. "You better start talking."

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Takumi was, admittedly, greatly affected by Atticus' disappearance. The medic had been his friend, though they were not extremely close - Attie was always dependable and kind. It was disheartening to return and see him in such a poor state. The young archer had been beating himself up as of late for not doing anything to try and help, but what could he have done? He didn't want to pry into any personal situations... besides, it was too late for regrets. Now was the time for action.'

He trotted over to Henry and Kate, his tail bobbing gently in the wind behind him. His expression was grim, the features of his youthful face shadowed. "Henry... I'd like to help," he offered. He considered pushing for the leader to stay back and rest, but there was determination in Henry's eyes. He wasn't about to quit. "I can go to the East. I think that you and Kate should stick together and go West." That was, if Henry fainted or something of the like, he'd have a medic right there to help him.