Kagome Chronicles - Obsessions Don't Start From Anywhere
Apr 6, 2021 22:33:10 GMT -5
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Post by Kagome Akaibara on Apr 6, 2021 22:33:10 GMT -5
Thru thick and thin. May Only….i can’t say the rest.
Kagome walks around from the green screen she was standing in front of, her cosplay of a particular Touhou maid in fully dressed cosplay gear. She tries to looses the strap around her a waist to no avail, the frustration visibly on her face.
“Jesse, you said this was something i can take off.”
The shift in camera view takes a 180, to a woman in fiery red hair tied in a bun, busy reviewing articles upon articles of various cosplay gear. She only glances at her friend before taking her focus back on the pictures.
“Jesse…”
Jesse groans before pushing herself up and walking over, Kagome hadn’t taken to the media outlets to boast her win at Wired Consequences. It cemented her record a bit better as she sought to be heard and seen, but her gaze only seem to be leveled enough to avoid confrontation. Not seek like those observing her progress.
Being apart of this groups’ chaotic and very much reckless ambitions in the early 2000s, known then partially by her first name Jesse, but with a twist by saying her last name was Phoenix. She was behind the scenes of “troupe” that followed James Ranger’s grand schemes. When he wasn’t concocting ways to get to the next level, he was teaming up with her for the latest fashion for his ring gear. It was thru her that his otherwise simple looks carried a charm and highlighted his needs when it was best suited.
Right now, she couldn’t make head or tails of what Kagome actually desired by becoming a wrestler, but as she watched Kagome squirmed successfully out of her mid-1800 harlot maid take on a fictional maid character, she knew Kagome was trying her best to stand out at a slower pace than the person she was trying her best not to emulate. The shadow was ever large, and like a younger sibling, Kagome wanted to break away from the expectations that came by association of knowing someone who was successful in their wrestling career.
Jesse giggled as she stood her up in her baggy sweatpants and Nintendo tshirt. As Kagome breathed a sigh of relief after figuring out which of the straps was the real strap to get her out of the cosplay. The look of misfortune befallen her as she realized Jesse was analyzing what she was doing. Another giggle escaped Jesse as Kagome began to take in the moment to realize that she wasn’t leaving for awhile.
I have other things to do today Jesse.
She said this as she quickly dodge a fast right hand from her friend, a mysterious garment being held, a rather conspicuously long red garment, with traces of green. She sidestepped her friend and gave a gentle push, careening her very focused friend towards a basket of various garments, tripping them up and falling onto the couch nearby. Kagome chuckled as she bolted to the door, knowing if she lingered, she would never get anymore time to prep for her match.
Which lead to most of her immediate concerns. Pyro.
Pyro had just attempted to be a champion. She excitingly thought as she turned down the hallway, closing the door to the room and towards the front office slash living room of her condo. She hopped onto the lounge chair there and wrestled with the tape of last match he had. It was paused on the flames he loved so much, it puzzled her but she knew what it was something that had to be addressed.
His obsession with inflammatory objects. Flames, anything that could be set on fire, it bothered her. So many adages and mottos could come from a flame. It gave life, but took it. It drew your attention away when you didn’t need it, but lighted the path in the darkness.
She pondered the words as she continued to watch his matches.
Maybe..just maybe she could ask him what was with Christian DeMarco’s obsession?
Kagome walks around from the green screen she was standing in front of, her cosplay of a particular Touhou maid in fully dressed cosplay gear. She tries to looses the strap around her a waist to no avail, the frustration visibly on her face.
“Jesse, you said this was something i can take off.”
The shift in camera view takes a 180, to a woman in fiery red hair tied in a bun, busy reviewing articles upon articles of various cosplay gear. She only glances at her friend before taking her focus back on the pictures.
“Jesse…”
Jesse groans before pushing herself up and walking over, Kagome hadn’t taken to the media outlets to boast her win at Wired Consequences. It cemented her record a bit better as she sought to be heard and seen, but her gaze only seem to be leveled enough to avoid confrontation. Not seek like those observing her progress.
Being apart of this groups’ chaotic and very much reckless ambitions in the early 2000s, known then partially by her first name Jesse, but with a twist by saying her last name was Phoenix. She was behind the scenes of “troupe” that followed James Ranger’s grand schemes. When he wasn’t concocting ways to get to the next level, he was teaming up with her for the latest fashion for his ring gear. It was thru her that his otherwise simple looks carried a charm and highlighted his needs when it was best suited.
Right now, she couldn’t make head or tails of what Kagome actually desired by becoming a wrestler, but as she watched Kagome squirmed successfully out of her mid-1800 harlot maid take on a fictional maid character, she knew Kagome was trying her best to stand out at a slower pace than the person she was trying her best not to emulate. The shadow was ever large, and like a younger sibling, Kagome wanted to break away from the expectations that came by association of knowing someone who was successful in their wrestling career.
Jesse giggled as she stood her up in her baggy sweatpants and Nintendo tshirt. As Kagome breathed a sigh of relief after figuring out which of the straps was the real strap to get her out of the cosplay. The look of misfortune befallen her as she realized Jesse was analyzing what she was doing. Another giggle escaped Jesse as Kagome began to take in the moment to realize that she wasn’t leaving for awhile.
I have other things to do today Jesse.
She said this as she quickly dodge a fast right hand from her friend, a mysterious garment being held, a rather conspicuously long red garment, with traces of green. She sidestepped her friend and gave a gentle push, careening her very focused friend towards a basket of various garments, tripping them up and falling onto the couch nearby. Kagome chuckled as she bolted to the door, knowing if she lingered, she would never get anymore time to prep for her match.
Which lead to most of her immediate concerns. Pyro.
Pyro had just attempted to be a champion. She excitingly thought as she turned down the hallway, closing the door to the room and towards the front office slash living room of her condo. She hopped onto the lounge chair there and wrestled with the tape of last match he had. It was paused on the flames he loved so much, it puzzled her but she knew what it was something that had to be addressed.
His obsession with inflammatory objects. Flames, anything that could be set on fire, it bothered her. So many adages and mottos could come from a flame. It gave life, but took it. It drew your attention away when you didn’t need it, but lighted the path in the darkness.
She pondered the words as she continued to watch his matches.
Maybe..just maybe she could ask him what was with Christian DeMarco’s obsession?