Post by Misaki Kazamiya on Jan 27, 2020 13:24:23 GMT -8
Name: Misaki Kazamiya
Starting Land: Southern Lands
New Land: Central Lands
Steps Required: 1
Thread Type: Personal Saga
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Mode of Travel: Normal
The phone in Misaki’s hands rang several times as the Girl stood on the roadside, her gentle fingers dialing her phone with a determined look. The girl’s normally serene face was scowling as she waited for the man at the other end to pick up the phone.
Eventually, she got an answer, as a rough baritone echoed from the speaker. Misaki’s ears were not treated gently as she got a brusque “What!” from the other end of the phone. For anyone else, Misaki would have considered that an invitation for a beating, but…
That’s simply not how one handled one’s father.
“Mr. Kazamiya, I’m calling to inform you of-” Misaki began, before getting a loud, interrupting cough, followed firmly by silence. The call wasn’t hung up, though. She supposed it was another way for her dad to show his displeasure at being called.
“-To inform you of a recent problem with a couple of Kazami Co.’s recent unnannounced store closures-”
“You think I don’t know! I was the one that gave the orders for the closures near West City. You should check on your info before you call me, Miss Kazami-”
“-Not West City.” Misaki cut across, a small fury rising in her. Of course she’d assumed her father knew about the closures he’d already planned - just because she wasn’t a part of the family didn’t mean she didn’t look into the family business from time to time, and she helped thtem set up their e-mail accounts. If she were so inclined, she could have probably taken half of the family fortune out of their clothing stores to redistribute elsewhere.
But she wasn’t stupid enough to yell that to her father.
“No, the ones I am speaking of are in Oolong City.” Misaki would say with that same sincere tone.
“I see. Thank you for telling me of this, then, Misaki. Now that I’ve heard it from you, though…”
“Understood. Our normal agreement~” Misaki would add with a cheery, bubbly tone to her voice… and hang up the phone.
The Florist’s smile lasted for a few more seconds with half-lidded eyes, before the girl’s shoulders sagged, and her face slowly softened. A deliberate step backward and a quick turn to the side followed as the girl let her body slowly slide down the glass, her head bumped firmly onto the side.
“...That went better than I thought it would.” An exhausted-sounding Misaki murmured from inside the booth. Playing the good daughter, as always.
For a brief moment, Misaki faded into the background, and an ordinary teenage girl briefly showed her feelings with a few tears streaming down her face, as she cradled the phone with a soft smile.
“...I suppose this proves I am human, after all… rejection doesn’t hurt monsters.” Misaki muttered with a warmth to her tone.
She had nothing bad to say about her parents, exactly. They did not speak unkindly to her, but they’d never treated her unfairly. She’d never had to confine her interests to a field, was free to pursue her hobbies and walk as she’d liked, had only to finish university in a field she cared about that would give her great job opportunities.
They gave her freedom, they’d helped her with difficult subjects, they’d made sure she had her basic needs covered, and they’d never been so crude as to hit her.
But not once since she was six did she recall them treating her with kindness or warmth. They called her Misaki, or miss Kazamiya… never their daughter. They didn’t like looking into her crimson eyes. They didn’t do much to hold or hug her, and they expected her to get over any hurdles with schooling on her own terms. They expected her to look after her own cuts and scrapes as a child and kept discussions professional, always. It wasn’t cruel - for that would give at least some level of attachment.
Misaki had never asked for more, at least, since she was young. She knew her parents had a fading empire that had been a faint dream for more than a little while. She knew they had long talks about her ‘strangeness’ from time to time. She knew they squirmed when she referred to beings as strong or weak.
They never punished her for her own over-reach, either. When she’d been suspended from school for half a week after pulling out some of another girl’s hair for burning her flowers, they said nothing to her. When she broke a girl’s desk - using the girl - for throwing a punch, they simply asked her not to do it again if she could.
So for her part, she didn’t complain about her treatment. She thanked them for the clothes they bought her, the food they’d given her, the support they gave her… But she held one thing back in reserve.
Her parents knew their business was failing, but they also knew Misaki had a spark of genius in the field of biology. Thus, they expected her to finish her university course, become well-known in the field, and use that money to take care of two people who couldn’t keep their own business going. As they took care of Misaki, so they expected Misaki to take care of them as they aged.
It was a fair trade, Misaki believed. A shame for them she had no intentions of taking care of strangers. She would cut off their remaining contact once she graduated. If they wished her to live by herself, she had no problem doing so.
And then, once that was over, she’d finally get to avoid having these conversations…
Misaki wrapped her arms around her legs and sighed. She had her plants, after all. Why would she need anything, or anyone else for companionship with them around?
A slight smile the Gardener didn’t quite feel wrapped her face as she finally stood up and opened the door to the booth. It was time to get walking. Misaki’s eyes closed for just a moment, her face looking like it was about to tear up… and then, as quickly as it came, it disappeared, like a mirage.
“I need to get going. There’s still so many plants I haven’t met!”
[1074 words]
Starting Land: Southern Lands
New Land: Central Lands
Steps Required: 1
Thread Type: Personal Saga
Thread Link:
Mode of Travel: Normal
The phone in Misaki’s hands rang several times as the Girl stood on the roadside, her gentle fingers dialing her phone with a determined look. The girl’s normally serene face was scowling as she waited for the man at the other end to pick up the phone.
Eventually, she got an answer, as a rough baritone echoed from the speaker. Misaki’s ears were not treated gently as she got a brusque “What!” from the other end of the phone. For anyone else, Misaki would have considered that an invitation for a beating, but…
That’s simply not how one handled one’s father.
“Mr. Kazamiya, I’m calling to inform you of-” Misaki began, before getting a loud, interrupting cough, followed firmly by silence. The call wasn’t hung up, though. She supposed it was another way for her dad to show his displeasure at being called.
“-To inform you of a recent problem with a couple of Kazami Co.’s recent unnannounced store closures-”
“You think I don’t know! I was the one that gave the orders for the closures near West City. You should check on your info before you call me, Miss Kazami-”
“-Not West City.” Misaki cut across, a small fury rising in her. Of course she’d assumed her father knew about the closures he’d already planned - just because she wasn’t a part of the family didn’t mean she didn’t look into the family business from time to time, and she helped thtem set up their e-mail accounts. If she were so inclined, she could have probably taken half of the family fortune out of their clothing stores to redistribute elsewhere.
But she wasn’t stupid enough to yell that to her father.
“No, the ones I am speaking of are in Oolong City.” Misaki would say with that same sincere tone.
“I see. Thank you for telling me of this, then, Misaki. Now that I’ve heard it from you, though…”
“Understood. Our normal agreement~” Misaki would add with a cheery, bubbly tone to her voice… and hang up the phone.
The Florist’s smile lasted for a few more seconds with half-lidded eyes, before the girl’s shoulders sagged, and her face slowly softened. A deliberate step backward and a quick turn to the side followed as the girl let her body slowly slide down the glass, her head bumped firmly onto the side.
“...That went better than I thought it would.” An exhausted-sounding Misaki murmured from inside the booth. Playing the good daughter, as always.
For a brief moment, Misaki faded into the background, and an ordinary teenage girl briefly showed her feelings with a few tears streaming down her face, as she cradled the phone with a soft smile.
“...I suppose this proves I am human, after all… rejection doesn’t hurt monsters.” Misaki muttered with a warmth to her tone.
She had nothing bad to say about her parents, exactly. They did not speak unkindly to her, but they’d never treated her unfairly. She’d never had to confine her interests to a field, was free to pursue her hobbies and walk as she’d liked, had only to finish university in a field she cared about that would give her great job opportunities.
They gave her freedom, they’d helped her with difficult subjects, they’d made sure she had her basic needs covered, and they’d never been so crude as to hit her.
But not once since she was six did she recall them treating her with kindness or warmth. They called her Misaki, or miss Kazamiya… never their daughter. They didn’t like looking into her crimson eyes. They didn’t do much to hold or hug her, and they expected her to get over any hurdles with schooling on her own terms. They expected her to look after her own cuts and scrapes as a child and kept discussions professional, always. It wasn’t cruel - for that would give at least some level of attachment.
Misaki had never asked for more, at least, since she was young. She knew her parents had a fading empire that had been a faint dream for more than a little while. She knew they had long talks about her ‘strangeness’ from time to time. She knew they squirmed when she referred to beings as strong or weak.
They never punished her for her own over-reach, either. When she’d been suspended from school for half a week after pulling out some of another girl’s hair for burning her flowers, they said nothing to her. When she broke a girl’s desk - using the girl - for throwing a punch, they simply asked her not to do it again if she could.
So for her part, she didn’t complain about her treatment. She thanked them for the clothes they bought her, the food they’d given her, the support they gave her… But she held one thing back in reserve.
Her parents knew their business was failing, but they also knew Misaki had a spark of genius in the field of biology. Thus, they expected her to finish her university course, become well-known in the field, and use that money to take care of two people who couldn’t keep their own business going. As they took care of Misaki, so they expected Misaki to take care of them as they aged.
It was a fair trade, Misaki believed. A shame for them she had no intentions of taking care of strangers. She would cut off their remaining contact once she graduated. If they wished her to live by herself, she had no problem doing so.
And then, once that was over, she’d finally get to avoid having these conversations…
Misaki wrapped her arms around her legs and sighed. She had her plants, after all. Why would she need anything, or anyone else for companionship with them around?
A slight smile the Gardener didn’t quite feel wrapped her face as she finally stood up and opened the door to the booth. It was time to get walking. Misaki’s eyes closed for just a moment, her face looking like it was about to tear up… and then, as quickly as it came, it disappeared, like a mirage.
“I need to get going. There’s still so many plants I haven’t met!”
[1074 words]