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Post by yasuko on Nov 7, 2023 13:59:10 GMT
Fuck, that cool knight dude had just taken care of their problem. Yasuko was happy that the two of them weren't being skewered against the wall right now, but where did he even come from? It didn't take long for the guy to give his answer. ”Whoa, you just summoned some cool knight without meaning to?” Yasuko looked up at Kurai with elation in his lavender eyes. An elbow playfully bumped into his side as the smaller boy cracked a smile. ”You kinda fit being a summoner and all. Even if you didn't mean to, thanks for the save.” He would have said more but was cut off by the sudden appearance of some strange screen that popped up in front of them. Neither of them seemed to have gone and activated something for that to pop up, and it did offer some help. Maybe it could be of some use? One wall of text later by the enigmatic Waddle Dee later, Kurai and him got some answers to their questions. Maybe not as sensical as one would expect them to be though. ”This is all too freaky. Earth-chan? Tutorial? What the fuck's even going on anymore? What's any of what you're saying, you weird ass screen?” Yasuko whined. He did try out opening his own menu as the explanation was given to both of them about classes and such. To his surprise, more screens popped up in front of him with his own information! He dug a little deeper into his own systems and things, even finding an inventory! It was empty for now, but Kurai was right. They probably should start getting on finding a way out of this tutorial. His hand fell in the other male's and off they were inside of the security room. Now with some privacy between them, Yasuko sighed. ”Tell me about it. This was way easier when we thought we were being kidnapped.” He paced around the office some and began to search for some kind of way for that alarm to shut off. It wasn't too much of a hunt as a security override button was found perfectly on one of the consoles the two security guards had been at. He pressed it without thinking as the sound of silence replaced the blaring alarms. ”Finally...” Yasuko said until asked about his own class. It was a good question. He fiddled with his menus for a bit before he pressed his status screen and- ”Face Sculptor?” He said aloud, repeating the class name on his screen. ”Can I steal your face and become as handsome as you?” It was a joke made in jest, but not without the boy floundering as he realized how that remark could have come off as. To break up the awkwardness, he read through a quick blurb while showing it to the other guy. ”I get it. Says here that I'm just a walking wardrobe and each look does cool stuff. I can even give you one and share the benefits. Let's see.” Yasuko clicked the option for Solar Flare as his body was wrapped in light for a brief moment. His attire changed from the sweater, skirt and leggings he had on to a simplistic, lightweight white sundress that hung off of his form with two scrunchie bracelets on both wrists. It did expose his more slender and lithe body, but didn't restrict his movement in any way. A pair of matching white heels pushed his height up an inch or two. He was still looking up at Kurai, but any boost was appreciated. Two crimson colored wings burst from his back and fluttered once to test them, while Yasuko's hair would suddenly burst into flames that styled themselves in a long, flowing style that mimicked the sense of hair. A warm, inviting light engulfed the room while Yasuko looked at himself. ”This is way better than what I thought it would be!” He smirked, turning to Kurai. Yasuko twirled around and struck a playful pose at his partner. ”How do I look? Think I'm hot enough?~” He giggled at his own pun and then looked over to the door. As much fun as they were having, they had a mission to complete. ”Anyway, what's the game plan? I'm not too thrilled to go into the lab, but with these classes, I can try.”kurai
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Post by yasuko on Nov 6, 2023 1:56:11 GMT
The door swung back open just as Kurai had slammed it shut not two seconds beforehand. The loud noise had startled Yasuko. He jumped in the air and came back down just in time to feel the weight of a hand resting on his chest. Kurai pushed his petite partner behind him in a sudden act of heroism that inspired the boy. He felt protected. Safe behind the shield that was his blue haired knight in shining armor. The theatrics and artistic similes would have to wait. The two security officers barged in the hallway with the two of them and starting throwing around acquisitions like it was an interrogation room. ”Are you guys gunna listen this time? I'm trying to tell you, we woke up-”And guns were drawn. Yasuko threw his hands up in the air instantly as his whiny cries had been silenced. ”Whoa, whoa, what the fuck, guys?!” He looked to Kurai for some kind of plan on how to get out of whatever they were going to do to them. This was kind of trespassing but they had technically kidnapped them! That meant they were in the wrong, not them! From his current position, Yasuko was in no place to start arguing though. Just as things seemed hopeless and all seemed lost, their salvation came in the form of some weird ass set of runes on the ground. Yasuko looked down at it in confusion. ”Did one of you just- Wait, stop! Don't shoot, you fuckin' psychopaths!” Their fingers were on the triggers now. The pentacle in front of them started to glow with a blinding red light. Yasuko took a step forward and covered his eyes with hands while pressing against Kurai's side as he got a close up shot of the action. A spear pierced through one of the guard's firearms and made quick work of him in a violent display. The other was taken out just as quickly. A high pitched gasp came out of the smaller boy as the figure who had saved them from certain death or arrest turned to face them. It was of a handsome man, one that was textbook "prince in a children's story book" handsome. But wearing a darker set of armor that gave the appearance of somebody malevolent. ”Fuck, dude...” Yasuko said as the knight spoke to them. He looked down at the guard grasping their bloodied throat with a wince. What an awful way to go, but he was going to start shooting any moment before this new guy showed up. His brief words were confusing though. ”Wait, summoner? I sure as hell didn't summon you. At least, I think. Was that you?” He asked Kurai. ”Thanks for saving us though. You are here to save us, right?”kurai
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Post by yasuko on Nov 1, 2023 9:44:30 GMT
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Oct 25, 2023 22:12:25 GMT
Post by yasuko on Oct 25, 2023 22:12:25 GMT
Sure, the siren was still blaring through their ears and there was a chance every person within the building knew where they were, but at least the door was open! Yasuko and Kurai ran through the opening and through a much cleaner and sterilized hallway. This actually looked as if it could fit within the confines of a hospital compared to the last room. He was put much more at ease as he and Kurai came to a stop at the crossroads before them.
”Great, now what?” Yasuko asked. They had 3 possible ways to go and no real leads on what to do first. They had a storage room, a security room and a lab to visit. The first two seemed innocent enough but that laboratory had some bad vibes that it was giving off. He thought of pestering Kurai to give up their little hunt and to go back upstairs but their faithful and hopefully not too reckless leader wouldn't be in the same mindset as he was. ”The lab is not happening. I know hospitals do stuff in there, but there's mutants or science experiments running wild in there. Any of the other doors will do. Maybe something that turns this fucking alarm off.” He groaned and followed behind Kurai as usual. Onwards to the security room!
The door opened itself to reveal two men sitting down at their desks who seemed just as surprised to see Yasuko and Kurai as they were to see them. ”Oh, finally! Some actual humans! Listen, we-” The two shouted at them and began to get up just as Kurai slammed the door shut. ”The hell was their problem? Why're there people here but not above us? Why keep a security room here if there's barely anyone around?”
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Oct 25, 2023 20:40:56 GMT
Post by yasuko on Oct 25, 2023 20:40:56 GMT
Another person with pink hair? Yasuko had dyed his hair himself and with some little hiccups here and there, the deed was done. This Summer person must also have had good taste when it came to beauty if they were dying it the best color ever created. He'd have to meet them one of these days. It was always an exciting day when you could meet another person with such colorful hair! ”They sound pretty cool.” Yasuko said. He watched as Hana jumped off of her board and was ready to offer a hand in case she needed it. She was back on solid land again, but her surfboard didn't stick around. It just straight up vanished after she got off of it. Another thing to ask about, although it was slowly turning into a list that was ever going to see an end at this rate. ”Not as cool as somebody who rides a surfboard around the subway though~”The other person at the other side of the subway didn't stop the sus behavior. Yasuko watched him with a critical eye, even when he was approaching them and asked about Hana's comment about Tokyo. Had he jumped all the way forward like this randomly? ”Uh, yeah. This is Tokyo. I didn't know anything about it becoming super dangerous. When did that happen?” He looked to Hana for any kind of an answer. She had been here longer than either of them. But more importantly, a thought came to the pink beautician's head. ”Anyway, is there a place nearby with food or something? I just got out of a freaky ass hospital after fighting off insane doctors. I'm starviiiiiiiiiing…” Yasuko whined, really in the mood for a good burger or some "fat food" as he called it. Hana Sakuyuki Tristan Wu
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Oct 18, 2023 10:48:55 GMT
Post by yasuko on Oct 18, 2023 10:48:55 GMT
Yasuko felt a weight on top of his shoulder while they walked around the bottom of the basement. It helped put the drama queen at ease and maybe gain a faint coloration in his cheeks. They walked along the floor and searched around the way down here as the shelves and storage containers inside of the basement were missing things. It wasn’t too obvious at first because of the random assortment of things on shelves, but too many things had gone absent. Rows of bottles and weird looking instruments were lined up so neatly in a row with only a single item being missing. Yasuko wondered what kind of hospital had all this weird stuff just at the bottom of a place that was used to take in patients.
”What a weird ass hospital.” he dryly commented. Beyond them was a door with a padlocked, locked up tight. They would need to find a key or something to get into that next room. Or they could also go back upstairs and go smash more windows or something. Kurai went to search around the basement for something that could help. Yasuko was hesitant to leave his side but was soon prodded enough to go and search on his own. He pulled drawers open, search file cabinets. Places Kurai hadn’t been able to search in. He was about ready to call it until something shiny caught his eye behind the desk.
Slender fingers fished the key out of its hiding place and twirled it around in his hand. ”Hey, I think I-” A loud ass siren went off and made him jump in place. Yasuko turned around to see Kurai pulling on the padlock. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened.
”Kurai. Here.” Yasuko moved to unlock the padlock for the other man with an audible click of the lock. It fell to the ground but the sirens continued. ”I don’t know if we can keep the stealth approach, but the door’s open.”
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Post by yasuko on Oct 18, 2023 5:47:39 GMT
The mysterious girl of mystery touched base right back at the subway platform. Yasuko found himself greatly interested in what magic she had to just create waves of water beneath an everyday looking surfboard. She waved to everybody as they began to disperse. Some hushed whispers caught his ears as they mentioned “anthem” to each other or the term “guildmaster”. He hadn’t heard either before now, given his recent entry into Japan after the tutorial. But by some stroke of luck, the surboarder turned to him. Confused for her talking to him out of everyone else, Yasuko raised his hand in a wave to match her own. ”Summer?” he asked her. It was a pretty strange question to ask first thing to somebody. It sounded like she knew a person by that name though. ”Sorry, but I’ve never met anybody by that name before. I actually just loaded in from the tutorial.” Yasuko said. He took a step closer to Hana as to close the gap between them before the sudden shout of who had caused him to jump. Somebody else across from them must have heard her. Did they mean them any harm? Hana obviously didn’t know them if they were asking about Summer. ”It doesn’t sound like they do either.”Yasuko turned to face the person across from them but then looked back to Hana. ”Sorry, I’m Yasuko, by the way. You really know how to get around on a surfboard like that.” He joked, then went back to Tristan. ”You okay? You’re acting sketch.”Tristan Wu Hana Sakuyuki
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Oct 14, 2023 18:26:11 GMT
Post by yasuko on Oct 14, 2023 18:26:11 GMT
The records Kurai had found shined some light into what the staff were doing before this place turned into a ghost town. It wasn't a pretty description as it was just about what Yasuko expected a creepy hospital to do. ”Wait, you're not seriously going, are you? Who knows what kind of stuff's going to be down there?” He fussed over Kurai's decision and refused to go. When he began to walk away from the beauty queen, Yasuko stayed put for a moment. His resolve was unshakable! There had to be a way out of here in one of these rooms…alone in a creepy ass hospital with tortured souls probably. Nothing scary about that…A few moments passed before Yasuko had reached his limit. ”H-Hey, wait uuuuuup!” His whine could be heard through the hallways as his shoes hit the ground to a steady beat.
Soon enough, Yasuko caught up with Kurai. His expression was frustrated and just followed along. ”I-I was just worried about you. Somebody has to help you out.” Definitely not because the isolation from people made him on edge.
They found the stairway down to the basement near the western wing. Unlike the rest of the hospital, the basement was dark and nefarious. The entrance itself sported metal door frame that rusted near the top and several nicks along the edge of the wall. All the signs that this was a place that they shouldn't be in. Yasuko went to open his mouth to whine to Kurai but thought better of it. He was going to actually go down there, full stop. This was definitely that first part in a horror movie when the first people shown get killed two minutes in. ”This shouldn't be a problem. We just go down there and find our way out. Nothing spooky about that. S-So no need to feel scared, alright?”
The moment the two hit the basement floor, Yasuko was latched onto Kurai like a terrified puppy.
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Post by yasuko on Oct 14, 2023 0:49:18 GMT
The pipe shoved in his face would cause Yasuko to take a step back. His hands were up in the air in a display of not wanting to cause trouble, but the comment about nothing fitting him had made him pout. It wasn’t his fault that he was the way he was! His mouth opened to launch a torrent of foul language at this tacky man in front of him, but the pipe was a good enough deterrent for him to think otherwise. ”Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Can we calm down with the pipe now?” It seemed to do the trick as he was more open at least.
Yasuko followed behind Kurai when he continued to walk in the halls of the hospital and asked him if he was rich. That was a good point that he had looked over. ”I mean…I’m not like “son of a billionaire” rich, but my family’s well off. We’re in the tech industry in Yokohama, so that’s not even in the actual big leagues of Tokyo. Why take me to put me along with somebody like you?” He asked, then added. ”No offense.”
The two of them entered another empty and abandoned room. This one looked like some of those examination rooms but on a larger scale to see multiple patients at once. Kurai entered first to make sure the coast was clear before Yasuko entered from behind him. ”This place looks like shit.” He commented before being given the order to look around. It made zero sense if they wanted a way out of here, but fuck it. This was what they were doing next then.
Yasuko searched around the far end of the room for anything that could be of note. A lot of it was just kind of useless stuff that most doctor’s offices had. But unless they would need a scalpel or some empty syringes, this was a worthless venture. ”Think we need a chart about a colonoscopy?”
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Oct 13, 2023 23:49:05 GMT
Post by yasuko on Oct 13, 2023 23:49:05 GMT
Fresh out of the tutorial, Yasuko was finally able to set foot back in his homeland. Unfortunately, it had gotten a bit of a facelift in terms of what had happened. Even if it wasn’t exactly Yokohama, he was still getting adjusted to what life was going to be like now. All of his favorite spots were either closed, abandoned or flat out missing now. Some worries went through the pretty boy’s head about everybody he knew. His family, his mentor, most people that he could safely call his friends, all gone. It just made existing more of a chore now. Out of having nothing else better to do, Yasuko took a brisk walk towards the Tokyo subway system. Some memories of taking it with friends on the way home filled his mind as he slowly walked down the staircase with his phone out. There was nothing on it save for the information on his class. No pictures or memories. Just the overly abundant use of neon to mask over the once beautiful scenery that the capital once had. He pushed by a couple of people who had been staring at a couple of security cameras playing footage of something. A woman was riding down one of the subway lines on…a surfboard?! ”Weird.” Yasuko commented in his female presenting voice, watching as some people would be rushing to go and see the sight up close. His own legs followed the stream, hoping to catch sight of her in the flesh. Tristan WuHana Sakuyuki
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Sept 27, 2023 3:08:04 GMT
Post by yasuko on Sept 27, 2023 3:08:04 GMT
The man with blue hair had very little patience for their questions about where they were. He took a pipe he had been holding and smashed another window into pieces. The sudden loud noise had caused Yasuko to jump backwards, closer to the blonde doctor looking guy. ”N-No. You don’t.” His voice was soft and could pass as female to fit his appearance better. Everyone around one another remained silent for a moment. His eyes traveled down Kurai’s form and lingered on the attire he had on as something caught his eye. That crossstitch, those colors…He recognized that attire. ”But you look like some crazy guy in a designer suit with a love of vandalism. That’s an original run piece, isn’t it?” He asked and took a few steps closer with an expression of curiosity. ”It is! You’re seriously gonna play tough in something worth more than all of the windows in this place combined?!”The situation passed as the window breaker calmed down. The other man behind them must have been here for some kind of test or medical license exam or something. It was strange. None of their backstories lined up with one another for ending up in this hospital. ”I’m not in the residency program either. I’m a beautician-in-training.” Yasuko hated the term “intern.” It was a nicer way of calling somebody “the coffee slave” or “person who is abused by the entire office for no pay.” But focusing back on the task at hand… ”I was eating dinner in bed when I ended up here. But I have no clue where we are. I don’t think somebody’s kidnapped us either. Why bring 3 randos to some rundown hospital and not have them tied down somewhere?”kuraigabriel makarov
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Sept 15, 2023 23:24:53 GMT
Post by yasuko on Sept 15, 2023 23:24:53 GMT
”Hm?” It had been another long day of Yasuko’s usual antics. He spent the day interning with his mentor at a local idol show in the heart of Yokohama. It was like any other day. Wake up, get dressed, do his make up, get to work. It wasn’t easy being an artist of his caliber but the sight of seeing the stars of the show, shining as bright as they could for the crowd to gaze upon? It made it all worth it. So there he was at 1 in the morning. His head down and throwing his bag onto his bed, eating the leftovers in the fridge and reading a text from his boss about the job tomorrow at 10 am. Just life as normal. Ping!A screen flashed before Yasuko’s eyes. He didn’t have any sort of projector in his room last time he checked. Was it coming from his phone? Soft eyes went to the phone to confirm that theory. The screen was a welcome message of some kind, with a choice? It gave a small message with three options for Yasuko. Welcome! Please choose a class:
1. World Beautician 2. Zealot of Identity 3. Face Sculptor ”What the hell?” It was too early in the morning to be making decisions like this. He needed to rest for work tomorrow. But the mystery plaguing the phone did tempt him. His soft fingertip hovered over the options presented to him. World Beautician did have a nice ring to it. But Face Sculptor? He pressed down and hoped for some kind of explanation. You’ve chosen “Face Sculptor” as your class. ”I didn’t want that!” Yasuko whined at the strange game. ”I wanted information on it you stupid…” His voice faltered while a wave of sudden exhaustion crept over him. He hadn’t taken a bite out of his microwaved dinner before he fell asleep. He awoke some time later in intense discomfort. This bed had gone from a top of the line memory foam mattress to something that was like sleeping on a piece of wood. He could tell just by how much his back hurt from just lying down. Drowsy, unfiltered eyes fluttered open inside of a sanitized hospital room. The air was ripe with dust and that odd scent hospitals had. A mixture of soap and fresh laundry that carried itself throughout the room. It took his cute head a total of four seconds to realize where exactly he was before panic had set in. ”Wh-What?! How'd I end up in a hospital?” he asked himself. A quick observation showed he was in one of the beds but wasn't hooked up to an IV drip or anything. And if that wasn't enough of a shock, everything was in English instead of Japanese. What the hell was going on? He sat up and hurried into the bathroom before noticing his make up had already been applied. Even trying to type it off with a towel didn't seem to ruin it. Almost as if it was painted on. Yasuko looked at his phone in confusion for answers that were elsewhere. He would have to hunt them down then. A dainty hand fell on top of the door handle and pushed down to lead him out of the room. Now in the halls, he noticed the distinct lack of people around. It wasn't the best sign when a place like this was a ghost town. Was this some kind of dream or something? Yasuko continued down the hall until the sound of somebody coming closer could be heard. And wow. This man was pretty cool looking. The fierce look, the blue and unnatural hair color. All of it was a canvas of rebellion that resonated inside of this dork's heart. He caught himself staring at him as the blue hero ventured closer. Out of habit, his voice heightened in pitch to make the female leaning appearance that Yasuko was well known for back in Japan. ”Uh, s-sorry! Do you work here? I'm trying to figure out what's going on. I just woke up…”
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Post by yasuko on Aug 30, 2023 4:45:05 GMT
Mission Name: Trollin’ in LA [break] Repeatable? Y [break] Mission Rank: F [break] Mission Location: Los Angeles [break] Description: There’s been a minor infestation of trolls reported crawling around the edges of Los Angeles. These nasty green skinned menaces are running wild and trashing everything in their wake. Their small size and stature doesn’t pose much of a threat to most adventurers. The unprepared might get overrun as they often travel in packs. Clean up this infestation before they encroach upon the Safe Zone. [break] Death Enabled? Nah [break]
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Aug 27, 2023 22:12:52 GMT
Post by yasuko on Aug 27, 2023 22:12:52 GMT
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Discord Player Name: MashaRum
Character Name: Yasuko
Character Anchor: Melody
Character Class/Sub-Class: I don't know lol
Have you referred a new player or been referred yourself this month? If so, who? I still haven't referred anybody
Please Introduce Yourself! Plug Your Guild, Character, Plots, etc. here! Yasuko is an exitable player from deep in Yokohama. He's peppy and desires to share his artistic gifts with the world.
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Post by yasuko on Aug 27, 2023 1:15:22 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","revcall"] [attr="class","revcalltop"] [attr="class","revcallimg"] [attr="class","revcallname"]YASUKO KATAHARA [attr="class","revcalllyric"]GOTTA MAKE A MILLION, DOESN'T MATTER WHO DIES [attr="class","revcallbar"] [attr="class","revcallbar1"]
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well funded beginnings
Yasuko began life with the benefits that many in the upper class enjoyed. The Katahara family is well known in the financial sector of Yokohama after his parents had both invested heavily in tech related markets that had become increasingly lucrative during the turn of the 21st century. When he was born, his parents looked at their little bundle of joy with hopes of inheriting the family business and continuing their lines of investments. There was love beneath this facade of business, but Yasuko still can't see it to this day. [break][break]
From the moment he could hold a pencil, expectations were set as high as the sky. If Yasuko brought home an A on a test, he was asked why he had not studied more for a perfect score. When he received marks to reach the dean's list, his father showed dissatisfaction at him not being at the top of his class. Whether it was meant as encouragement to do better or some kind of way to make him work harder, it pushed Yasuko to become an avid perfectionist. His school work had to be perfect. His schedule had to always be on time. Every finite detail that he could control had to be in order.[break][break]
a shell cracked
Around the age of twelve or so, Yasuko's personal life had remained fairly mundane. There were highs and lows but it so happened that one fairly close friend had betrayed him. It had been a group project and the two argued over certain materials being included, to which his friend reported citing examples from unapproved material. Yasuko planned an act of revenge as a way of getting even. He set up fake credentials and had unrelated friends tell his victim that a girl from school had a crush on him and wanted to meet for dinner. His prey fell for the bait and he would get a female classmate to help train his voice to fit the appearance and gather an outfit. The day came a month of planning later. Yasuko was ready to say the code word and signal to his friends to spring out and help him make an example out of this boy..[break][break]
But as he sat down and found the backstabber being nice to him, he felt confused. The former friend flirted, everything one would do to court a girl at a high school age. His cheeks blushed at every compliment. It was hard to remember why he had come in the first place. Was something wrong with him? At the end of the night, they parted ways and as the boy pressed his lips against a stunned Yasuko, he walked back home. His phone never stopped ringing, but he couldn’t get that feeling out of his head. Something had changed inside of him.[break][break]
the egg’s aftermath
He no longer enjoyed his piano lessons that he so rigidly kept to a constant schedule for. Those bratty rich kids that loved to go on and on about their parents’ money noted him absent on multiple occasions. Instead, Yasuko found his eye in the creative world. Fashion, design, painting, anything with color! The young artist found such emotion in the world of having control to create whatever he wanted without having it prearranged. The order and rules of the world had bored him, and the boy loved embracing the messy cluster of colors and shapes. There was a certain beauty in the chaos of freedom despite the preconceptions surrounding it. These tastes had put him at odds with his parents multiple times, resulting in numerous arguments becoming more and more common as he grew older.[break][break]
Behind their backs, he would continue his interest in crossdressing. Looking up videos, tutorials, even begging the girls at school for help. He had become a little fashionista and loved the feeling of soft fabric on his skin. While his short stature was mocked by plenty of men, it helped him pass fully as female. All it took was some voice lessons and a slight adjustment here and there, and boom! Cute as hell! By the time Yasuko had hit 17, his style and flair was well known around his college campus. Word of this eventually caught his parents' ears and trouble followed shortly after. Fed up with the embarrassment and wanting to have some kind of normalcy, he was grounded until further notice until they knew what to do with him.[break][break]
During this time, some close personal contacts had gotten in touch with him and led to a meeting between an eccentric senior beauty expert, Sadako Omoura. It only took a first meeting for the two to hit things off well, and the woman took young Yasuko under her wing. He became her intern and worked in the entertainment industry. Modeling shoots, films, fashion shows, any little outing filled the boy with a love of his art.[break][break]
He kept this a secret from his parents by telling them of an internship opportunity in special effects. They did allow him to go, but made it very clear his vision was to be set on family business and not an extracurricular activity without a stable future. It would be during an important assignment by Sadao that his phone received the message from Earth-chan. The next moment, he was elsewhere…[break][break]
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