Shū Tsukiyama (月山 習) | ɢᴏᴜʀᴍᴇᴛ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
preybeforemeals) wrote2014-12-09 10:23 am
preybeforemeals) wrote2014-12-09 10:23 am
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *video,
- @carmen sandiego,
- @chihiro fujisaki,
- @frank archer,
- @kazuichi banjou,
- @labrys,
- @makoto naegi,
- @naki,
- all roads lead to hedonism,
- and so no one should criticize me,
- fourth wall was haaaaard,
- gentleman of wealth and taste,
- he left escapism hell for this,
- his europhilia is showing,
- his goddamn life right now,
- holy shit is that character development,
- ikea is swedish satan,
- no seriously fuck ikea,
- passion!!!,
- slightly less colorblind for now,
- so saith beethoven to my fucking soul,
- surely this bodes well,
- surprisingly well-adjusted today,
- this is gonna go immediately tits-up,
- today we are tranquil for once,
- tsukiyama no,
- vague questions are the best questions,
- wheeee
003. [Video]
[Well, good morning, Johto – it seems like someone is actually up fairly early for once.
The room he's in is a bit on the sparsely-furnished side, though it's large enough to warrant that so far, maybe; it looks like there may have been an attempt at a bookshelf somewhere back along the far wall, though it's a bit difficult to see – either it's being slowly done by the world's most inept carpenter or someone has given up on fighting whatever the Pokéworld equivalent of Ikea is for the time being, but either way, at the very least it's slightly out of focus and not...too distracting.
What is in focus would be the keys of a piano, the natural light from the windows across the room spilling in; the device is set up far enough away that someone can be seen sitting at said keys, his hands resting lightly on them. The usual bright colors in his wardrobe are at least a little toned-down today – he seems to be wearing his trainer class whatnot this morning – and when he moves the bench a bit closer, that's when his face can actually be seen in the shot.
He sets his hands down, repositioning them a few times as though working out what he wants to play for the time being; what he settles on is decidedly happier than what he usually chooses, but he's always been partial to Beethoven's work.
He doesn't smile when he plays, which is perhaps a bit odd given that he's almost always smiling; rather, he looks focused, in that sort of way that people do when they've practiced a piece to an extent where they can find their musically-based zone.
He speaks as he plays eventually, his hands running light over the keys and his volume raised a little so he can be heard.]
It's impressive how much change a year can bring about, isn't it?
[And he does smile a bit when he says it, though it's fleeting in favor of closed eyes and that strangely focused look again.]
I haven't been here nearly that long, and yet I'm finding that I'm in a different place than I was at this time last year, as far as "back home" is concerned. But that's only natural, isn't it – after all, if I'm going to continue to experience this dream from which I don't have much say in waking, I might as well make something of it.
It's time I returned to doing what I've done in the past, I think. Finding my own happiness a piacere, instead of waiting for this place to hand it to me, instead of relying on others to provide...and most importantly, finding something that speaks to me here, something that can ignite my passion just as much as that which I had back there...
[He shakes his head a bit.]
I don't know if such a thing even exists in this world. But in that case, I suppose the...challenge, the driving force, would be seeking it out in the first place, n'est-ce pas?
[His words find a pause then, though his hands do not.]
I wonder where next year will find me...ideally speaking, amore, where do you think it would find you?
The room he's in is a bit on the sparsely-furnished side, though it's large enough to warrant that so far, maybe; it looks like there may have been an attempt at a bookshelf somewhere back along the far wall, though it's a bit difficult to see – either it's being slowly done by the world's most inept carpenter or someone has given up on fighting whatever the Pokéworld equivalent of Ikea is for the time being, but either way, at the very least it's slightly out of focus and not...too distracting.
What is in focus would be the keys of a piano, the natural light from the windows across the room spilling in; the device is set up far enough away that someone can be seen sitting at said keys, his hands resting lightly on them. The usual bright colors in his wardrobe are at least a little toned-down today – he seems to be wearing his trainer class whatnot this morning – and when he moves the bench a bit closer, that's when his face can actually be seen in the shot.
He sets his hands down, repositioning them a few times as though working out what he wants to play for the time being; what he settles on is decidedly happier than what he usually chooses, but he's always been partial to Beethoven's work.
He doesn't smile when he plays, which is perhaps a bit odd given that he's almost always smiling; rather, he looks focused, in that sort of way that people do when they've practiced a piece to an extent where they can find their musically-based zone.
He speaks as he plays eventually, his hands running light over the keys and his volume raised a little so he can be heard.]
It's impressive how much change a year can bring about, isn't it?
[And he does smile a bit when he says it, though it's fleeting in favor of closed eyes and that strangely focused look again.]
I haven't been here nearly that long, and yet I'm finding that I'm in a different place than I was at this time last year, as far as "back home" is concerned. But that's only natural, isn't it – after all, if I'm going to continue to experience this dream from which I don't have much say in waking, I might as well make something of it.
It's time I returned to doing what I've done in the past, I think. Finding my own happiness a piacere, instead of waiting for this place to hand it to me, instead of relying on others to provide...and most importantly, finding something that speaks to me here, something that can ignite my passion just as much as that which I had back there...
[He shakes his head a bit.]
I don't know if such a thing even exists in this world. But in that case, I suppose the...challenge, the driving force, would be seeking it out in the first place, n'est-ce pas?
[His words find a pause then, though his hands do not.]
I wonder where next year will find me...ideally speaking, amore, where do you think it would find you?
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Let's not think too hard about why he's still willing to go despite this.]
Probably.
[The two of them tolerating each other without Kaneki's presence is a little ridiculous.]
It'll be nice when he and Hinami-chan come here.
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I'm looking forward to Hinami-chan as well - she's such a charming girl, I'm sure she'd like it here.
[...and when we see her we are going to give her approximately a million skitties and maybe some of those fluffy cottonbirds because holy shit she deserves such a thing.]
There are a few I wouldn't mind seeing outside of our group; I imagine you have some we haven't mentioned as well.
[Like those...people in the gasmasks that he was threatening to murder
okay when it comes to discussing that let's not and say we did]
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Does everyone who comes here end up having these problems?]
She deserves to live in a place like this.
[Probably the most out of all of them, honestly. They'll give her every single cute Pokemon possible.]
You're right, I have others I want to come here.
[He can admit that much without getting into a shouting match about Tsukiyama trying to murder his friends.
...Banjou is a little curious about who else Tsukiyama would want to see but he doesn't ask. The less he knows about Tsukiyama's contacts the better.]
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Banjou-san...?
[How do you even...word this, hang on.]
Do you ever wonder why this place seems to have chosen us?
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I've thought about it.
I don't know if it makes sense or not-- I haven't asked around about it, but it doesn't seem like we were chosen randomly ...but why us instead of someone like Hinami-chan, I don't know.
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It's just a bit odd, I think.
[He seems to shrug a bit then, as much as he can without throwing off his playing.]
Who knows. Maybe they just don't want to instill Hinami-chan with false hope - I wouldn't be surprised if bringing here here did exactly that.
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[Being able to eat human food is something of a novelty for him. Banjou knows without needing to ask that it's the same way for both Tsukiyama and Naki. If he's going to return home without any time passing, it'll be awkward, but not a disaster.]
The last thing I want is to see her sad. Maybe she is better off not being here if that's the case.
[But at the same time, he genuinely likes it here. It's a break from his life of going after Aogiri Tree and being able to do very little about it.]
There must be answers here.
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That's what I mean. If she were to ever leave after coming here, it'd make her sad, wouldn't it?
People can't predict or control when they leave this place.
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I don't think I'd want to be around him if he ever came here and left again.
[It would be bad.
The two of them might be the only ones from the group who would actually handle becoming ghouls again relatively well. That's... Banjou doesn't know what to call that, but it's something and he doesn't think it's particularly good either.]
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...Should he come here, we'll have to find a way to ensure that doesn't happen. I haven't had any real leads regarding the events that happened at the end of last month, but if I were going to cast my lot in anywhere, it'd be there.
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There must be some way to keep him here.
[Talking about it won't do much good. Banjou doesn't even know if this is something the people who have been here for years would know, either.]
Do you know if he'd remember anything that happened last month?
[It's too cold to be exploring the region while trying to track down mysteries, anyway, even if it's something they should do.]
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From what I've heard, he won't.
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It won't be so bad explaining everything to him again.
[Maybe this time Banjou can explain it without being such an idiot.]
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[Ah, but that's a bit pointlessly negative for his tastes.]
Whether it's bad or not, it will be worth it, Banjou-san, and that's what matters.
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You're right. It will be.
[There's very little he can agree with Tsukiyama on, but this is one of the things they can.]