#opacho || [threads] || oversoul! hair in!

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@sheepfated from [HERE]

It was Opacho's turn to be surprised. Her hand stops petting for a moment and another gasp escapes her, tone filled with amazement. The sheep could talk? Could all sheep talk? Her face scrunches thoughtfully trying to answer her own question. No... they probably couldn't she thinks, because Mama couldn't talk and she was a sheep.

Well, sheep spirit, but still.

At the question on why she was there the child tilts her head with a blink. “Opacho not by herself, Opacho has Mama!” Technically she was never alone with her guardian spirit at her side, but to those without spiritual sight she supposed it did appear that way. “Mama help Opacho stay safe.” She says, but doesn't really explain who Mama was to the sheep. Instead the child decides to ask a question of her own, going back to petting their fur, enjoying how soft it felt beneath her tiny fingers.

“How is it dangerous? Opacho was just wandering around, then saw sheepy! How come sheepy can talk?”

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Opacho knew he didn't mean it that way, but she can't help the instinctive reaction to grow defensive and flinch at the word. Those kids and the things they said to her that day, thought about her that day… it was something that stuck with her and really hurt her feelings. She hates being reminded of it.

Still, it wasn't fair to Kamui.  Her lips tremble while she pouts and slowly Opacho nods her head mindful of his words as he awkwardly apologized and explained himself. It takes the toddler a moment to calm herself down, squeezing her tiny palms into fists at her sides and trying to find something else to focus on.

"Opacho… sorry too," she apologizes while glancing down at her feet. "Opacho didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, just don't like being called weird." Deciding to leave it at that, the child moves on to the final thing he says, nodding in agreement. "Opacho like talking to spirits, Opacho learns a lot when she talks with them. If there's any spirit you want talk to, Opacho can help." She grows quiet for a moment, then shuffles right back beside him, tiny hand grabbing at his pants leg. "Can we get more food? Opacho still hungry."

Kamui tends to thoughtlessly speak his mind, and given who he was usually around it never posed a problem. His sister was the same as him, they insulted each other all the time after all. His men were also pretty thick skinned too. So, he hadn't expected what he said to upset her. Blue eyes would just blink in confusion, trying to figure out what to say.

''I didn't really mean it in a bad way. I'm weird too after all. I just think you're really unique compared to other humans I encountered on this planet.''

Kamui wasn't really one to apologize, but making a child cry made his chest churn uncomfortably. ''........I...... I'm.... sorry.....'' The apology came out rather awkwardly, averting his gaze from her direction.

''Talking to dead people is a really cool thing to do though, never met anyone who could do that.'' He was sure there were millions of spirits of people he killed that'll love to curse him right about now.

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@deathonate

"Are you a clown? You look weird..." And that was saying a lot considering the company her master kept.

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@gamenu from [HERE]

As soon as she pressed her face into Nicole's stomach Opacho curled up tightly on the older girl's lap and stayed like that as she was held and rocked and her hair was stroked. She keeps still and quiet, staring out blankly at nothing, with only the sounds of her short sniffling to fill the silence.

Opacho's not even sure why she started feeling sad all of a sudden, and why the overwhelming need to cry just hit her like a ton of bricks. Everything was fine several moments ago! She had been playing out on the porch, absently bouncing a rubber ball in her hands when she noticed a small family across the street. Siblings perhaps? It was an older boy and his younger brother, they looked to be her age.

She had watched curiously as the pair walked hand in hand, with the younger sibling tugging at the older one. Something was said between the two and the older of the siblings had laughed, then bent down to pick the younger brother up and place him on his shoulders. Even from her spot across the street, she could hear the child's delighted laughter and suddenly she remembers a time where she had gotten lost and separated Hao and the rest of their group during the Shaman Fight, with Hao managing to find her of course. He appeared from behind and picked her up, much like the brother had done, and settled her right on his shoulders.

It was such a small, insignificant moment. Hao picked her up and bought her back to the group and yet, right now she was suddenly reminded of it. Then her chest started getting tight, like someone was hugging her too hard. Opacho had turned away immediately, ball dropped and forgotten, and feeling alarmed by the sudden tightness in her chest she began making her way back inside so she could tell Nicole but then--

Something bites her! Right on the neck! Opacho yelped and reflexively slapped it. When she pulled her hand away it revealed a now dead wasp. An odd feeling of frustration bubbled within her, then the tears just started falling and they wouldn't stop, so she came inside.

The soft patting on her back helps her calm down a little, but not much. She doesn't move right away when Nicole asks what's wrong, she just sniffs again, then after another moment of silence, turns her head up slightly so she can make eye contact. The tightness in her chest still lingered as tears streamed down her face in big wet globs of moisture.

“Opacho chest and neck hurt," she whines, craning her neck carefully to show off the rapidly welting and irritated area on her dark skin. It was starting to feel itchy too, so she immediately reached up to scratch it. "And, Opacho miss Hao-sama…”

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@ryusxnka​ from [HERE]

Of all the questions the child could possibly pose, why this one in particular you ask? Well, the reasoning behind Opacho’s questioning was quite simple really, Toshiro was a spirit, a dead man. As far as Opacho knew, dead people didn’t go to the bathroom, they merely haunted them, she’s interacted with lots of ghosts in her life to understand that much, even asked some before and they told her no, but Toshiro was different. 

His whole world was different from what she knew. Toshiro was dead, but sometimes he wasn’t?? It’s really confusing, so Opacho merely wanted to know if he could go to the bathroom. That wasn’t weird, pooping was normal! The Hanagumi trio told her so! So why was he being so weird about it? From her spot beside him burrowed in her poncho, save for her tiny arm which had reached out to tug at his robes, a small huffy whine escapes the child at his lack of response.

“But… that no fair!” Her pudgy cheeks puff up with her pout, indignation filling the child’s tone as she pulls her arm back and her tiny fists clench and wave about her orange cloak. “You didn’t give Opacho an answer!” 

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@nirgama​ || [HERE]

Opacho’s brows furrowed, confusion is still evident on the child’s face even after Udyati takes back her headphones. The music lingered in her head for a moment, while the words didn’t make any sense to the child, much like the older girl, deep within her, she could appreciate the beat and how the sound itself made her feel. At the question, Opacho purses her lips and stares off to the side in thought. Did she have a favorite song?

Hmm, she couldn’t really say. During the tournament the members of Tsuchi-Gumi all played instruments and sometimes they’d play a few songs by their campfires. Which was always nice but the music never stuck with her, and during her time spent with Yoh-sama and Anna-sama, Yoh usually listened to whatever was playing on his personal headphones and Anna was far more focused on her dramas than listening to music. Aside from things that might play on the radio occasionally, the young shaman really didn’t have much experience with music.

In the end, Opacho shakes her head no at the question then responds, “No, Opacho not really listen to music much.”

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@nirgama​ || [HERE]

Adorable. Opacho doesn’t mind being called adorable, in fact the child rarely cared what others thought about her, their opinions weren’t as important to her as Hao-sama and perhaps a few others she liked to hang around, so she didn’t feel the need to correct the older girl or reassure her. Instead Opacho just stares up at the girl with a curious expression, head tilting slightly. 

“Opacho. You're weird.”

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@nirgama​ from [HERE]

Udyati is weird, definitely one of the strangest people she ever met, and she’s met some very odd people in her short span of life. She was so nice and always smiling whenever they met. It was kinda weird. With her arms resting on her knees, which she’d drawn close to her chest as she sat, and her chin settled on top of her arms, the child blinks slowly at her question.

Has she gone on any adventures since they last saw one another? These days, not really. With the shaman tournament now over and Hao-sama becoming Shaman King, Opacho’s day to day life has become somewhat boring. Opacho finally shakes her head in response and lets out a sigh. 

“Opacho not grow, Opacho still small. Opacho has been staying with Yoh-sama,” Even though Udyati didn’t say it, her feelings on wanting to ask the child about her master rang loud and clear in Opacho’s head. The toddler’s fingers absently drum against her knees and her lips purse in a pout. 

“Hao-sama busy right now.”

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“Talking about mom makes you sad?” Judging from the reaction earlier along with the mention of it being complicated this was more than likely something he didn't want to or liked talking about.

“You don’t have to talk about it if it makes you sad,” Yoh-sama told her once, that you didn't always have to explain your feelings because sometimes feelings didn't make sense and that was ok. “Feelings…” her expression wrinkles, face scrunching at her own words. “Really hard to explain sometimes.”

After that, she gets quiet again, but only for a few moments, and then the child perks up and looks at the blond with big curious eyes. “Opacho can talk about something else! How come your eyes look like that? Did you eat a rainbow?”

children. full of innocence that he’d never wish to rob them of — there lay a risk in speaking honestly in front of her. as much as something within him told him not to lie, dōma was faced with a dilemma. 

“...” it was rare that the cult leader was silent. instinctively, he continued to smile — however, there remained a distance from joy in his eyes. he was not happy, even if he smiled.

“i’m… glad,” he says, slowly – carefully deciding his words, “i was simply talking about my mother. she is… complicated.”

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@mysteriousshopkeeper​ || [HERE]

“...” Opacho stared at the shopkeeper with the funny hat blankly after he’d finished his random and short tale. The child blinks a couple of times before going over what he’d revealed to her in her head. The story was odd, maybe a little silly to think about, which she immediately tries to do. Her mind's eye suddenly pictured someone attempting to stubbornly pick up a coin that was stuck to the floor, then another image of someone trying to remove stuck coins from the other spots he’d mentioned in his tale.

It was quite a silly thought, but it doesn’t get a big smile out of Opacho, only a slight tilt of her lips upwards before she’s blinking at him in momentary confusion while watching as he places her candy in a bag.

“Weird coins?” She asks softly, then thinks about what was asked before shaking her head no, she didn’t have any unusual coins, it was just regular pocket change her master had given her for her purchase. “Opacho just want candy, Opacho don’t have funny coin!”

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Adult spotted! Eye contact made! Cute charms activate! “You give Opacho more juice?”

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@manjien​

As silent as the very spirit she keeps, Opacho hovers over Manta’s shoulder standing on the tips of her toes to peek curiously at what the male was doing.

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Opacho wasn't entirely sure herself. It looked like a fish, a carp to be exact, but had the arms and legs of a human. When she tilts her head so does the fish and when she blinked, it blinked back. The toddler wasn't quite sure what to make of this strange spirit.

Instead, she turns her focus on the boy who had approached. She stares at him, squinting a bit at his word choice, finding it odd, but she got the gist of what he was going for. Slowly she jerks her thumb in the direction of the creature behind her. "Weird fish..."

He doesn't tap their shoulder or attempt to bring their attention around to him, but he did stand within their peripherals, hands moving only when he thought they might notice. A small wave, a muttered 'kelp' before he raised a brow. All it asked as a simple: ' What are you staring at? '

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@godtied​

“Hao-sama!” Opacho approaches the older male, bare feet pattering softly against the floor as she walked. Within her small hands was a flower, a red Camellia to be exact, along with a piece of paper that revealed an obviously childish stick-figure drawing of the very man that stood before her. Opacho was no artist but she tried her best, it's the thought that counts really. 

Once she was close enough, the girl stretches out her little arm and offers up her meager gifts with a smile. “For birthday!”

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@ryusxnka​

Oh man, that was so cool! Opacho claps her hands together, giggling excitedly while staring in awe at the white-haired man. “Again! Again! Opacho want see!”

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@laybcck​

“Yoh-sama?” She begins softly, staring up at her master’s twin with a look of curiosity. “What are you doing?”