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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[He sort of doesn't, but at the very least he's been here for long enough to get that literally nothing makes sense here and as such he's perfectly willing to just sort of roll with it.]
Anything like here, by any chance?
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[ she goes quiet for a moment as she mulls it over and then shrugs. ]
Kinda...? I... didn't really go out into th'city a whole lot, but my sister did an' the way she talked about it kinda sounded like, Goldenrod and stuff. But we... didn't have anythin' like the Pokemon.
... well we kinda did, but it wasn't somethin' that was just... out an' in plain view like they are here.
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so finally, she nods. ]
Y--yeah. It's called "Persona".
... d'you know if anyone here ever said anythin' about havin' somethin' like that?
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I can't say that I have! I've heard a few discussions of magecraft and magic, but nothing by that name.
[And there's the shop; he'll pause before he enters, in the event that she has anything to say that probably shouldn't be said somewhere that it's less likely to be carried off by the air outdoors, but otherwise, inside we go, Labrys.]
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Then again, if they haven't been here yet, that means they haven't gone home yet -- so there's a chance that they might show up.
She follows him through into the shop and almost immediately, she stops and her eyes go wide, like a little kid who's just stepped into the toy store of their dreams. She turns a dizzy little circle, like she's trying to take everything in at once.
give her a second tsukiyama she's a little speechless ]
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This place has been good to me, in my time here; it's good to see that you like it.
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[ she fumbles for a word that doesn't feel too juvenile for a moment -- before deciding that a genuine reaction is probably worth much more than something she has to think about, so she turns to him with a huge grin on her face. ]
It's awesome!