Shū Tsukiyama (月山 習) | ɢᴏᴜʀᴍᴇᴛ (
preybeforemeals) wrote2015-01-13 02:02 pm
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- !ic,
- *action,
- *video,
- @elsa,
- @jimmy two-shoes,
- @kayneth archibald el-melloi,
- @kazuichi banjou,
- @meridiana everett,
- @micchy kureshima,
- @naki,
- @valmont,
- also aurora,
- also bananamom,
- and so no one should criticize me,
- bananamom now is not the time,
- close every door to me,
- drapes on all my furnishings,
- fucking mood lighting tho,
- he deserves every bit of this,
- he is so mad,
- he left escapism hell for this,
- his goddamn life right now,
- his pants are made of lies,
- i don't think you tried at all,
- look at all this manpain,
- no one understaaaaands,
- prepare the fainting couch,
- shards of agony,
- slightly less colorblind for now,
- someone stop him,
- surely this bodes well,
- this is going swimmingly,
- this'll be real ironic in three years,
- tsukiyama no,
- why is this a thing,
- winning
004. [Video]
[ACTION FOR THE TG HOUSE]
[Tsukiyama has been told in no uncertain terms that he had better not just lie around in his room and act like his life is over due to recent events; there were enough issues with said events to keep him busy for a little while, at least, and he'd actually been doing fairly well for the first day or so. But once the immediate problems were fixed, that left him with a good amount of nothing to do with himself and an upheaval to be responded to, and so clearly, he did the rational thing and decided eventually to respond to it by...
...Well, lying around in his room, acting like his life is over.
Yep.
Granted, there were two problems with this that he did not foresee while in the midst of preparing for a 72-hour angst-ridden lie-in; the first was that his fuzzball of a sheep that he got from Labrys is both too young and too...benignly stupid to understand that he is not, in fact, literally dying. As such, she took to lying on his chest about halfway through the morning of Day 2; this got a bit alarming when he realized that she was doing this with the intention of being the most adorable defibrillator on the planet should her services be required, and she was not about to leave him alone because by god, her services may be required about thirty seconds after she was set on the floor for the fiftieth time.
The second unforeseen complication was Meridiana's...dear Tropius of a starter, who came with the perk of making sure that he was going to have something to eat while in the midst of dealing with the shards of sorrow and darkness piercing his motherfucking soul; unfortunately, she also came with the drawback of not seeming to comprehend that man cannot live on bananas alone – or if she did comprehend it, she quite simply did not seem to care.
...There's also the fact that it's very, very hard to be suitably tragic with a fluffsheep nuzzling into you and a leafy dinosaur trying to get you to eat fruit. And apparently no one in this house does the whole "giving him the attention he rightly deserves" thing right, anyway, and he's been largely left alone for the last three days. And really, who the hell even does that anymore.
So. Tsukiyama can actually be found downstairs today, draping over furniture in the study like an asshole with all the curtains drawn because no one goddamn understands. It's a lot of generally being effectively dead of angst and misery, but hey, at least someone's actually making use of the fainting couch once in a while.
Because we have a girl here from the Victorian era and as such there is a literal fainting couch.
Because of course there is.
God, that thing was a great investment.]
[VIDEO]
[Well, whatever was going on earlier, it seems that the aggressive not-fainting and a few hours free of the looming bananasaur has done something for his mood; whether it's a good something or not has yet to be seen.
Either way, he seems surprisingly sane in terms of how he's presenting himself today, the usual bright colors and patterns replaced with a longsleeved white...thing and an open black vest over it; given that that's actually a perfectly rational thing for a person to be wearing, it can probably be assumed that his pants are made entirely of lies, shame, and disgrace, but thankfully those aren't able to be seen on the video. He looks like he's sitting on a set of stairs of some sort, obviously indoors; they're nice, polished-wood, but that's about the most that can be said for his surroundings.
He's got his free hand resting on an absolute fluffbeast of a sheep, who seems determined to not do anything but firmly plant her face in his side like she was headbutting him at one point and just kind of decided she liked that position; he's not quite petting her, but the gesture is...sort of there, at least. The other hand is holding the camera out in front of him, and he seems more than steady enough today, even if the smile isn't looking quite...right.
Appearing on the network so soon after everything the last week has decided to be is probably a bad idea, or at least one in poor taste. He doesn't care.]
Ah, it's been a little while, hasn't it? I've missed speaking to you.
[...as...overfamiliar as ever, though, apparently.]
This place surprisingly isn't bad, once you get used to it! It still trends a little too close to parody for my liking, but c'est la vie – that's something you become accustomed to over time, and besides that it comes with almost enough perks to make this little excursion worthwhile.
That's assuming it's an excursion in the first place, though - and when I first arrived, I was under the impression that everyone was hoping that's all it was. But it seems that isn't the case...? As strange as I find it to do otherwise.
So tell me, amore, because I'm curious – if you want to stay, is there a particular reason for it? Even if your situation is terrible, it seems a bit too much like relying on escapism to want to just remain here forever, if you ask me.
[Tsukiyama has been told in no uncertain terms that he had better not just lie around in his room and act like his life is over due to recent events; there were enough issues with said events to keep him busy for a little while, at least, and he'd actually been doing fairly well for the first day or so. But once the immediate problems were fixed, that left him with a good amount of nothing to do with himself and an upheaval to be responded to, and so clearly, he did the rational thing and decided eventually to respond to it by...
...Well, lying around in his room, acting like his life is over.
Yep.
Granted, there were two problems with this that he did not foresee while in the midst of preparing for a 72-hour angst-ridden lie-in; the first was that his fuzzball of a sheep that he got from Labrys is both too young and too...benignly stupid to understand that he is not, in fact, literally dying. As such, she took to lying on his chest about halfway through the morning of Day 2; this got a bit alarming when he realized that she was doing this with the intention of being the most adorable defibrillator on the planet should her services be required, and she was not about to leave him alone because by god, her services may be required about thirty seconds after she was set on the floor for the fiftieth time.
The second unforeseen complication was Meridiana's...dear Tropius of a starter, who came with the perk of making sure that he was going to have something to eat while in the midst of dealing with the shards of sorrow and darkness piercing his motherfucking soul; unfortunately, she also came with the drawback of not seeming to comprehend that man cannot live on bananas alone – or if she did comprehend it, she quite simply did not seem to care.
...There's also the fact that it's very, very hard to be suitably tragic with a fluffsheep nuzzling into you and a leafy dinosaur trying to get you to eat fruit. And apparently no one in this house does the whole "giving him the attention he rightly deserves" thing right, anyway, and he's been largely left alone for the last three days. And really, who the hell even does that anymore.
So. Tsukiyama can actually be found downstairs today, draping over furniture in the study like an asshole with all the curtains drawn because no one goddamn understands. It's a lot of generally being effectively dead of angst and misery, but hey, at least someone's actually making use of the fainting couch once in a while.
Because we have a girl here from the Victorian era and as such there is a literal fainting couch.
Because of course there is.
God, that thing was a great investment.]
[VIDEO]
[Well, whatever was going on earlier, it seems that the aggressive not-fainting and a few hours free of the looming bananasaur has done something for his mood; whether it's a good something or not has yet to be seen.
Either way, he seems surprisingly sane in terms of how he's presenting himself today, the usual bright colors and patterns replaced with a longsleeved white...thing and an open black vest over it; given that that's actually a perfectly rational thing for a person to be wearing, it can probably be assumed that his pants are made entirely of lies, shame, and disgrace, but thankfully those aren't able to be seen on the video. He looks like he's sitting on a set of stairs of some sort, obviously indoors; they're nice, polished-wood, but that's about the most that can be said for his surroundings.
He's got his free hand resting on an absolute fluffbeast of a sheep, who seems determined to not do anything but firmly plant her face in his side like she was headbutting him at one point and just kind of decided she liked that position; he's not quite petting her, but the gesture is...sort of there, at least. The other hand is holding the camera out in front of him, and he seems more than steady enough today, even if the smile isn't looking quite...right.
Appearing on the network so soon after everything the last week has decided to be is probably a bad idea, or at least one in poor taste. He doesn't care.]
Ah, it's been a little while, hasn't it? I've missed speaking to you.
[...as...overfamiliar as ever, though, apparently.]
This place surprisingly isn't bad, once you get used to it! It still trends a little too close to parody for my liking, but c'est la vie – that's something you become accustomed to over time, and besides that it comes with almost enough perks to make this little excursion worthwhile.
That's assuming it's an excursion in the first place, though - and when I first arrived, I was under the impression that everyone was hoping that's all it was. But it seems that isn't the case...? As strange as I find it to do otherwise.
So tell me, amore, because I'm curious – if you want to stay, is there a particular reason for it? Even if your situation is terrible, it seems a bit too much like relying on escapism to want to just remain here forever, if you ask me.
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It looks like you're doing exactly what I said you shouldn't do.
[He sounds calmer now than he did just a moment ago thankfully.]
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[...That said, he isn't sure he likes where that can possibly be going, because that sounds weirdly like the start of a lecture and those are just surreal coming from Banjou, um.]
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[And, oh, this is pretty surreal for Banjou too, but he's going to try. It's not going to snap Tsukiyama out of his melodrama funk, but it'll make Banjou feel better for the next day or so.]
You have to involve everyone in your theatrics when things don't go your way and I, for one, am sick of it.
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And what, exactly, would you have me do instead?
...Don't you dare respond with "Not this", either.
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Something productive. I don't know what. Go catch a Pokemon, spend the day in the department store, anything. Whatever makes you stop locking yourself in the house and pitying yourself because Kaneki doesn't remember you.
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Somehow I didn't think you would understand. If that's how you're going to oversimplify it, I don't want to hear it.
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He doesn't remember me either, you know. I understand.
[Even if he sounds and looks irritated. He's trying, but only so much.]
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He's frustrated as hell with this; it takes him a moment to respond verbally, though after a moment he does.]
...What are we supposed to do, Banjou-san?
[The question is tight, agitated.]
Because speaking of things we're getting sick of, every single one of you has been asking me that question since we got here, like I have any more idea than the rest of you. I'm not...meant to look after other people but I've been trying, but right now I'm out of ideas and I'm becoming incredibly tired of everyone looking at me for answers and understanding when bluntly put I don't have any to give.
So. If you want to act as though you have any right to tell me what to do - in my own house, I might add - you can start earning it there. What are we supposed to do about this?
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You want my honest opinion? We do nothing.
[Even before he says it, he knows Tsukiyama will argue.]
We're both strangers to him. Maybe one day he will remember, and maybe he'll be angry with us for leaving him be, but there's nothing we can do. He's not the Kaneki we know.
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[Well, that's going to actually get a reaction out of him, and a far more noticeable one than just telling him to move ever does at that; he doesn't get off the couch, granted, but he's definitely sitting up, and he doesn't seem angry so much as he does unbelievably confused because n...o, no, nonono what are you talking about - ]
You know that's out of the question. Entirely.
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If something happens... someone else decides to attack this region, of course we'll help him then. For anything else, what makes you think he'd even want our help?
I know you don't like it, but we should wait for him to come to us.
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Trying too hard to get him to remember either of us might just push him away, you know.
[He hates what he's suggesting, but what choice does he have?]
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[That's...more snappish than it needed to be; he flinches a little bit once it's out there, closing his eyes and muttering something to himself, under his breath.
Just. Give him a moment.]
I'm hardly talking about bludgeoning him upside the head with it.
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[This is bothering him too, of course it is. Why did Kaneki have to show up here, not knowing either of them as allies?
It's such a selfish thought to have, and Banjou knows it.]
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For all the bitching he was doing a few seconds ago about not wanting to do any more decision-making, this is going to be really ironic, but he doesn't particularly care at the moment.]
I don't know how we're supposed to handle this, but we can't leave him be entirely, either. First of all, if there's a crisis, we can't expect him to trust us if we haven't worked to earn it, and as we've just put forth ourselves, we can't expect him to just come to us, either, so there's no saying we'll have the opportunity.
Secondly, there are situations that may actually be a crisis that he wouldn't recognize the severity of - he'll understand the situation is bad, of course, but he doesn't remember what he did to Ayato Kirishima. He doesn't remember what he did to Yamori. There are a number of people from Aogiri Tree that he won't even recognize that may be out for his blood. What are we supposed to do if they're brought here?
En outre, he doesn't know everything about the doctor he was seeing. He doesn't know anything about that set of twins we were fighting.
[He's quiet for a moment; there's hesitation before he continues.]
There was someone in those laboratories as well...someone from the CCG, a man named Shinohara. I don't know if you've heard of him; I don't know what circles you were in before everything happened. But he's well-known among my connections...most who engage him don't walk away.
But I think maybe Kaneki-kun did, and I don't know if Shinohara got a good look at his face or not before he did so.
We can't leave him be because we know of threats that he doesn't. Do you understand?
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He hadn't been expecting Tsukiyama to come up with a plan just like that. Everything sounds reasonable, and that's... well, it's a problem, because Banjou doesn't want to deal with any of this.]
So we'll continue to keep an eye on him, and on the network in case anyone else shows up.
[He's really not interested in trying to get Kaneki to realize both he and Tsukiyama have his best interests in mind.]
We should be thankful none of the doves are here. If they ever show up, it could get ugly quickly, especially if someone like Shinohara comes here.
[He's heard the name before. Even the group who used to be in the 11th Ward would have gone out of their way to avoid someone like that.]
Getting him to trust us isn't going to be easy, you know. He probably trusts me right now, but you're going to have to work for it.
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[One might assume he's needlessly impulsive if they don't know him; one would be assuming incorrectly, in that circumstance.
This is what he does. He plans.
That said, however, he does pause before he continues; this is...awkward as hell, but at the same time.]
Answer something for me...?
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[But they'll get through it. They have to, one way or another, because while he doesn't particularly like Tsukiyama, Banjou doesn't want to see him miserable, either.]
Of course.
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It's awkward otherwise.]
...It's obvious that you're spent on this, and that you want nothing to do with this situation right now. Would you prefer...
[...god, he hates you for making him ask this so shortly after he yelled at you for making him do this sort of thing, but you know what, if it has to be done then so be it.]
...I can handle it for the next brief while, at least. Until you've regrouped.
[His gaze darts for a brief moment. Ugh.
Acknowledge that he is a part of this decision. Come on, it won't kill you.]
Would you prefer that?
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I'd prefer that, just for a little while longer.
[He nods, expression as serious as always, but there's a lightness to his tone that makes it clear he doesn't feel as severe as he looks.]
I know you can handle things.
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[...says the guy who was previously in the middle of a melodramatic fit and draped all over the couch he is currently sitting on. But there's the usual confidence behind his words, and he smiles a bit in contrast to Banjou's seriousness.
This is gonna suck.]
After all, it wouldn't do to have everything fall apart now, would it?
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At least for the moment they can pretend things might end up okay.]
Not at all.
[Despite everything, he's smiling faintly.
Now, can you please get off the couch so he knows things are marginally less shitty?]
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He takes a moment to run his hand through his hair again before he gets up, rising easily to his feet and promptly fussing with his clothes a bit to get them to lie flat.
It's also a really convenient reason to avoid eye contact right now.]
I actually don't like improvising like this very much, amore; were we not on such good terms at the moment, I'd say you owe me.
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I'm sure you still have a favor or two to cash in anyway.
[It's not said in a particularly mean way. He's well aware that eventually Tsukiyama will want something in return. As long as it's nothing demeaning, he won't have a problem with it.]
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