Tell a Story/Memory to the OC Below!

Ryukukyojen took in the words and they sort of inspired him. He's heard of stories from hunters about storms and sea monsters and they always made him weary of the ocean. In itself it is a monster. A violent beast tossing boats and dragging victims into that deep pit of darkness called the sea. "Well I guess you're the lucky survivor, but it is still concerning that everyone else has been taken away by that monster called the ocean..." 

He took a bite out of his Tempura and listened to Way a little longer until she finished. "I do not think you are insane. I think you may have lived for a purpose, so you should seize that opportunity and appreciate it. Sometimes we are chosen to go through tragedy to understand our world better and thus become like a new person. Think of it like a simple caterpillar except that cocoon being a life changing event."

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"I deeply regret the choices I've made in life..." he said as he stared at the clear water in the clear glass in front of him. Taking a short pause he tried to recollect his memory, or more like put it into words. "After the war I worked for a strange and mysterious man. He was barely ever present and I've only seen him a few times throughout the entire time I've worked with him... I'm not going to lie, he scared me."

"I was tasked to chain up this extremely large man. My coworkers didn't see him as human. He gained the alias 'The Red Chained Beast.' I didn't want to do that. It made him sound... unhuman. And I don't want to admit it, but I think he was. The things he used to do were horrifying. He practically consumed his enemies in a savage manner..."

He took a sip of his water to catch himself, "And one night he snapped... He attacked all of my fellow workers. They were helpless. So was I. I tried hiding and he spotted me. I think he was angry. The way he looked into my eyes were terrifying. I had no choice, but to attack him. Right in his eye. After that I ran away as fast as I could. I don't know where that man is and I don't think Tarojin remembers me..." He smiled, "I'm happy to have turned over a new leaf. However, I still feel like he weight off my sins is still on me and I really hope Tarojin changes for the better."

     "That whole story and you end it with "a shame"," Terry muttered with a disappointed glare. "Way it sounds to me, that guy was popular around town. I've seen plenty like that. I've seen those same people get away scott-free from horrible things. You were the one to hold him accountable. He didn't get to walk away with his hands clean, he was killed after taking your sister's life and all you say about it is that it's a shame?" He could feel himself getting riled up.

     "You're allowed to feel pissed and to grieve. You can scream and shout and stomp your feet. I sure as hell am not going to tell you to feel bad for that guy. All those similar kinds I've met, I wish I had the courage to do the same thing. And I'll tell you another thing, the blood they all left behind wasn't a shame-- it was a fucking tragedy. So don't you dare try to bottle it all up. Let it out or else it'll blow up inside you when you least expect it."

     Terry turned in his chair and sniffed around. He looked at you curiously, albeit tiredly. "You smell that?" He looked the other away. "Smells like... old ramen. The cheap kind." He looked back to you to see if you noticed it, then shrugged. "I'm sure it'll show itself when I least expect it. Not like it's a terrible smell, anyway. I like it, if I'm being honest." A brief gauge at your reaction. "Reminds me of the dorms I lived at when I started college. Everyone was eating that, even when they didn't have to. I hated the smell at first, but started to like it. Makes me feel at home."

     He was quiet for a moment. "... You think they'd ever make a ramen-scented candle?"

She paused, raising an eyebrow- "honestly probably not... I like ramen but the smell isn't like,, amazing." She leaned back in her chair for a second, kind of staring. "I mean maybe if I was drunk, you know that could be a fun scent, i'm sure there ARE ramen scented candles.. like people make cat fur scent candles and other crazy shit so a ramen candle isn't too far out the question. You know if I walked into a gas station and saw a ramen scented candle I would buy it and maybe gift it too someone I don't like," she trailed off again, rummaging through a little hand bag before pulling out cigarettes and lighting one before continuing, "I get the college thing though, the dorms, i mean not really but dorms are pretty much just shitty apartments and we were all so broke and eating ramen, I once had a straight month where all I could afford were those little packet ramens, the nights I got the cup of noodle- now those were good nights, they felt so fancy in comparison. I'm glad i'm not in that place anymore, i'm not like, rich or anything but i'm not so broke all I can afford to eat is ramen," she broke off and laughed a little bit, "pizza is my new 'broke man's food' but you get more variety with it, all the different toppings, honestly quite enjoyable usually"

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Sheena leaned over, still smoking, looking at you. "Once at a concert there was this kid, she was so small compared to everyone in the crowd." she looked down for a second, seeming to be searching her memory. "I wanna say she was like 14? She told me it was her first concert, I still remember my first concert, it's was a special moment, at least for me... she made me think of myself. I remember when I was kid, i still in school. I thought I had no future at all.." she trailed off, as though waiting for a response. "I'm glad i'm not a kid anymore, times were tough, me and my parents, we didn't have the best relationship. I spent a lot of time raising myself sort of.. lots of microwave meals. I didn't really have an escape. Well anyways, for my 10th birthday my best friend at the time gave me her old guitar, she didn't really use it. I learned and tried so hard to get good at it, having a lot of free time meant I had lots of time to get better at it. Music was the best escape for me, I got into the local music scene, played a few gigs, went to a lot of gigs. I think playing music really saved my life," she shook her head, grinning, "anyways... you do anything with music? play it? have a favorite band?- mine's Modest mouse by the way but that's enough about me" she laughed again, flicking her cigarette into a coaster, waiting for a response

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