Simon Jiha

Um... I want to ask anybody who knows how to fight...

How do you pick a weapon? I mean... how do you know what suits you best? Do you try them until you figure it out, or do you let someone pick for you? And what if you-

...nevermind...


[Simon's going to be chilling out around the stairs at the entrance of community building 7, a sheathed sword tucked against his shoulder, holding an unsealed envelope and gazing at either it or the snow. He's bundled up for the cold, at least, but he doesn't seem bothered by it for once.

Every now and then he'll pull out the letter inside the envelope, read it, and cup his hands around the Core Drill at his neck, focused and intense. Nothing seems to happen though, so he'll quickly give up and go back to whatever he was doing before. As always, Boota is with him, though he's probably buried in the snow by the stairs or wandering around a bit.

Bother him?]

[With all the changes going on this week so far, Simon would normally not be puzzled to awaken and find himself suddenly enormous (in comparison to his usual size, anyway). Instead, he peers around a bedroom he doesn't recognize, brows furrowing for a little while before his eyes abruptly widen. He kicks off the bed, grabbing his journal on the way and hurrying to the window to open it and peer outside.

Yep, familiar. Just as familiar as the blue wings he spots on his back. His journal opens immediately, and-]

Luceti- this is Luceti, isn't it? I'm back again...

[Every seven years, huh. How strange. ...Wait. Is he still...?]

...Aniki?

[Sup, Luceti. Have you had enough of apologies yet? Simon has just realized that last week, he was a colossal ass to everyone he met. And while he can't remember exactly why he ended up that way, the memories of his behaviour are very clear. As is the feeling of shame that comes with it. He's tried several times to put together some sort of reasonable apology - if anything could be reasonable after that - but the words continue to evade him, and nothing comes out right.

After a number of strained, struggling attempts, he finally gives up and keeps it simple.]

...I-I'm sorry. For everything...


[After that, Simon will retreat to the edge of the river closest to the plaza, where he'll be trying to recreate the little figures out of stone that had been destroyed during the earthquake. It's times like this that he misses Kamina more than ever.]

[Locked FROM Anise - pretty hackable but hopefully not for her |D;;]

Um... does anybody know what can impress a girl? I-I mean... you know... something that'll make a girl happy? Like a present, or...

...I don't know.

[Oh god Simon why are you doing this to yourself.]



[Locked TO Anise, ridiculously hackable, feel free to laugh at his fail]

Anise? I heard you were back, so... [I wanted to see how you were doing but was ridiculously shy as usual, augh.] ...Are you okay?

[Someone sounds a tad depressed.]

Is there still room in the building all the kids are moving to? I think... I'm gonna go there, too. I don't want to stay here anymore.


[Filtered to Albert]

It's gonna to take a little longer to do what you asked me to do... I'm sorry. I'll try to finish it soon.

[/Filter]


[Simon's sitting on the steps of House 37, hugging his knees, the journal beside him. He's had a very confusing couple of weeks, and with Kinon now gone, the house feels way too lonely for one person. He'll pack later, but right now he just doesn't feel like dealing with it.]

[Obvious pauses = OBVIOUS AWKWARDNESS.]


That was a really weird experiment... I wonder why we had to switch bodies like that?

....

Um... before I forget... Kamina's back now, and Miss Kinon's staying at the house too. I guess I should go home.

Anise, Mister Jade, Miss Nephry, Mister Peony... thank you for letting me stay with you! It was really nice to stay with you instead of being on my own. I'm sorry if it caused any trouble at all for you.

Anise... I- ...can you- ...I wanna- ...can we still- ...

....

Oh! Aniki and I want to see your fonic artes sometime! Do you mind? I mean, it's okay if you don't want to or can't, I dunno if there's rules about this-

....

Uh- right, I forgot! Genis, can we hang out sometime too? I wanna show you something! ThoughI should probably get help with my math homework, but I'd rather not do it because it's really boring and-

....

Ah- that wasn't supposed to record...

...Ah... Miss Raine, or Genis... or anybody, really... I guess I will need help with reading again. I've been trying to practice, but I remember that braille stuff better than regular writing. It's really weird.

The writing here is different from the symbols Ron and Yoko showed me on our world, too. Is it the same for everyone else? Does your world have a special way of reading and writing, or a language? I just think it's funny how everyone can understand each other here...

I mean, it's good that we can, but... it's weird, right?





.....um... Miss Aerith? Did something happen with you and Papa?