musubi | seventeenth breath ✧ action, voice later

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seventeenth breath ✧ action, voice later

[A heavily drugged figure is stumbling out of the woods near the grocery store. He doesn't get far before slumping against the side of the building and sliding down into a sprawl. Everything is spinning, even after he's stationary.

He closes his eyes, rubbing at them with one hand.] Son of a bitch...

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[Once Isamu has returned to his apartment, the following message will be left over the journal.]

S'okay, guys. I live.

[ooc: So yes. I'm back from hiatus! ...I also have some issues with breaking continuity, so once one person has found him, everyone else should only respond via the journal. Naoki, however, has rights to join the action thread at any time if he doesn't find him first. Sorry for being kinda lame like that.]

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... [he momentarily forgets to lower his voice]

The hell.

[Isamu flinches.] Huh...?

[oh right, voice. He switches back to something softer]

Your.. Wait a sec. [He's filtering this, just in case]

Your eyes turned yellow.

Yellow...?

[And he panics a bit, which causes the color to return. He even raises his voice from a whisper.] What do you mean??

[Yellow is... not a good sign (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/FoxxLaverinth/random/1205356-isamu3.jpg).]

They're -- [staring again]

I dunno, they just keep changing colors.

B-but... [Wince.]

But why would they... [He stands up shakily, intent on heading to the bathroom and the mirror, but has fallen back into the chair again before he realizes it.]

Oi oi, don't push it.

Is Naoki around?

Ah... I think so...

Call for him, if you can.

[pause]

Actually, maybe I should.

Y-yeah... okay...

[Sanji ends up creating a new filter from scratch to save Isamu a headache. He won't be out of the loop for long, anyway. And once that's done -]

Naoki.

Oi. We've got a problem.

Sanji?

What is it?

Go check Isamu's eyes.

They keep flickering to yellow.

Yellow? [Excuse his suddenly much sharper, worried tone.

There's a pause as he goes to do just that.]

N-Naoki? [Isamu is... yeah. Just a little scared. And his eyes do go yellow for a bit as his friend comes over.]

[Naoki almost stops completely as he sees that, then proceeds closer. Studies his eyes.] What's... Does anything feel off that you can tell?

Off? Yeah... Everything's too loud... too bright... [He averts his eyes from Naoki's glowing markings.] And you... I don't know.

[There was something off about Naoki, too.]

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[They'd screwed with his senses? Or was it an after-effect of the drugs? He blinks.] Me? What do you mean?

You're all... strange.

[And as he tries to focus on this, his eyes go yellow again and stay that way.]

[Naoki stares at his eyes, quiet for a few moments as he thinks.]

'Strange'?

Yeah... I...

...I'm going to go to my room now.

[He tries standing again, moves hurriedly away from his seat, makes it about six uneven steps before toppling.]

[Naoki moves to go after him, winces when he topples and reaches a hand down to help him up.]

Idiot...

Don't! [Isamu pulls away from his friend's outstretched hand.]

D-Don't touch me...

[Naoki freezes, hand still lifted toward him. Slowly draws it back a bit.]

Isamu...?

[He's on his knees, and he clutches his head in his hands.]

Make it stop...

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