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  <title>I've got to become even stronger</title>
  <subtitle>I've still a long way to go before I attain a weed's spirit</subtitle>
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    <name>greenexorcist</name>
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    <title>True Cross Town, Japan. Shiemi's world (Fandom Time: Monday January 1, 2018)</title>
    <published>2018-01-01T07:22:27Z</published>
    <updated>2018-01-01T07:35:53Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Shiemi had enough experience at Fandom that she was sure something had only messed up and somehow she was in the wrong place, so she wasn't too worried. It happened all the time to other people! There were lots of other worlds out there. She knew personally, now. Lots and lots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In trying to get home from Fandom for the this break, the keys had not done their job. Finally she'd spent her hard earned money and booked a Portal. She'd been assured that she would be home before she knew it. In reality, she&amp;rsquo;d been shuttled through several portals and waiting rooms and arrived &amp;lsquo;home&amp;rsquo; to find it was two months after the Training Camp for her ExWire team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weekend of camping in a forest filled with minor demons and sacred artifacts, Camp was supposed to be a chance to help new ExWires learn to work together as a team as well as build on their individual exorcist skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this had, of course, happened TWO YEARS AGO for Shiemi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I mean, if all else fails I can just call someone from Fandom to come get me. Then we can go to the Portal place and get one to my &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; world.&amp;quot; Her personal peptalk echoed through yet another empty corridor, and Shiemi wondered if maybe she should have tried looking for everyone at the dorm instead of the Cram School. The mission email she had received upon arriving had mentioned a train to Kyoto but nothing else, so she&amp;rsquo;d wanted to ask some questions. Only no one was around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://greenexorcist.dreamwidth.org/3930.html#cutid1"&gt;or was there?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; [OOC: Last post for Shiemi, who is going ex-pat while her world goes through its reboot of half of its canon... but she only knows she has to fix her friends. Please feel free to text or email or call while she is on the train :) ]&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=greenexorcist&amp;ditemid=3930" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-19:3142609:3200</id>
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    <title>After classes and work, Monday, Room 204</title>
    <published>2017-09-05T00:20:34Z</published>
    <updated>2017-09-05T00:20:34Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">"Whew." Shiemi sat back on her heels and wiped a hand across her forehead, examining her 'artwork'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer had been acting weird ever since the two had come back to school. Shiemi had thought it was just a passing thing, at first, and tried waiting it out. But now she was worried. Maybe it was something worse! Maybe something had happened to Summer while she'd been home? Or in the few days at school when Shiemi wasn't there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. What if... what if it was a demon?! When people were possessed, they acted strange and did things they didn't normally do... But how could she check? It wasn't like she could exam the girl for marks or bites or other symptoms. And people didn't usually like to be asked if they were demon possessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A review of her ExWire books had revealed a spell similar to the one used on demon warding gates. It was only a small paragraph and a picture, since that was an advanced spell, but Shiemi had decided to try it. Hence the circle now on the floor in front of the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took up the book again, trying to compare the tiny image on the page to what she'd drawn on the floor. If it worked, any demon who stepped on it would get a small shock and not be able to move from the circle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiemi gathered up her supplies and moved back to her side of the room. Now to wait for Summer to come back and step onto it. Then Shiemi would be able to find out what kind of demon was possessing her roommate and (try to) get rid of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[open, warnings for slow play]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=greenexorcist&amp;ditemid=3200" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-19:3142609:3071</id>
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    <title>Sometime Saturday, Room 204</title>
    <published>2017-08-05T21:06:03Z</published>
    <updated>2017-08-05T21:06:03Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Shiemi was from Japan. Japan had typhoons, not hurricanes. That being said, apparently they were &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2013/11/08/243980516/which-is-it-hurricane-typhoon-or-tropical-cyclone"&gt;the same&lt;/a&gt; enough that she was familiar with the preparations and the weather was almost home-like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the idea of fish falling from the sky wasn't too weird? While she hadn't witnessed it, Shiemi had heard of &lt;a href="http://journalweek.com/typhoon-causes-%E2%80%98fish-rain%E2%80%99-in-russia/"&gt;it happening before&lt;/a&gt;, and not just fish. And she wasn't even counting the stories she'd heard from Exorcists (because those had been the fault of demons, see.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she wasn't as worried and scared as some of the people on the island. She had made sure to reinforce the boarded-up window in their dorm with a few spells she'd learned (just in case this &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; demons; she'd heard the talking sharks earlier, after all) and moved the plants and valuables well away from the exterior wall. She had a few snacks, now, and was laying on her bed reading a manga she had borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window was buffetted fairly regularly, by wind and by debris, but she really paid only the least bit of attention to the thumping and howling. She looked up when she could heard the wood strain, but just with a casual curiosity - more making sure she didn't need to hammer some nails back in or anything than actual concern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is how she happened to be watching as a giant shark suddenly burst in through the window- boards, talismans, curtains, and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a moment to even register in Shiemi's brain, but then: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[OPEN! eeek! Shark in the dorm! awoooga awooooga! You'll find that it's dead, but awoooga anyway.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=greenexorcist&amp;ditemid=3071" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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