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lostcarnival2017-08-16 10:53 am
hippocarnival) wrote in lostcarnival2017-08-16 10:53 am
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Who: Yuya & everyone
When: Day 146-152
Where: Around the Carnival & Summerlands
What: Recovery, new changes, and continued antics while the carnival has a nice, long break.
Warnings: None, probably?
[Handstands]
[Yuya's in significantly better health than when they first arrived. He can still feel the residual pain and his stamina is rebuilding, but he's much more lively than before. He also realizes he needs to rebuild his strength, so even if he can't perform yet he's at least practicing so that he'll be ready to bounce back into action as soon as he's cleared.
He's taking his exercise outside the tents so the rest of the performers have plenty of room, and instead can be found tending to his errands around the carnival... on his hands. Just walking on his hands, knees bent for better balance as he navigates from the trailers to the cookhouse for lunch.] Excuse me! Coming through!
[Shadow]
[His shadow has been acting up since he returned. At first he was sure it was just a trick of his mind, but the long it goes on, the more chances he has to see that it is, in fact, just moving on its own sometimes. Okay, that's weird, but he just tries to ignore it. Only it doesn't end there, and by the second week it's taken on a different shape entirely. That's not uncommon, he's been assured, but when he finds it morphed into someone a little broader, taller (older), with hair that spikes up... it's unsettling.
He knows who it looks like. He's standing, shoulders tense as he glares at his own shadow. In the middle of the walkway.]
[Summerlands]
[Yuya's come to accept the Summer people. They're certainly not at domineering, volatile, or frightening as the rest of the Summer Court, and plenty of veterans--not the mention the Ringmaster seem to trust them wholly. So he's navigated deeper into the city, to one of the miracle gardens hidden behind pillars and wisteria.
It's a very small, circular garden, flush and green with scattered flowers. The greatest concentration of them, currently, is around Yuya--who's sitting down with dried fruit to snack on, looking serene.
It's easy to tell what's going on, because as soon as anyone steps in with a positive feeling flowers will start to sprout near them. The better they feel the bigger, brighter, more beautiful the flowers become. They smell wonderful, and something about that scent will bring good memories more easily to the front of their mind--no doubt generating more good feelings and more flowers. It's cyclical.]
[Wildcard]
[???]
When: Day 146-152
Where: Around the Carnival & Summerlands
What: Recovery, new changes, and continued antics while the carnival has a nice, long break.
Warnings: None, probably?
[Handstands]
[Yuya's in significantly better health than when they first arrived. He can still feel the residual pain and his stamina is rebuilding, but he's much more lively than before. He also realizes he needs to rebuild his strength, so even if he can't perform yet he's at least practicing so that he'll be ready to bounce back into action as soon as he's cleared.
He's taking his exercise outside the tents so the rest of the performers have plenty of room, and instead can be found tending to his errands around the carnival... on his hands. Just walking on his hands, knees bent for better balance as he navigates from the trailers to the cookhouse for lunch.] Excuse me! Coming through!
[Shadow]
[His shadow has been acting up since he returned. At first he was sure it was just a trick of his mind, but the long it goes on, the more chances he has to see that it is, in fact, just moving on its own sometimes. Okay, that's weird, but he just tries to ignore it. Only it doesn't end there, and by the second week it's taken on a different shape entirely. That's not uncommon, he's been assured, but when he finds it morphed into someone a little broader, taller (older), with hair that spikes up... it's unsettling.
He knows who it looks like. He's standing, shoulders tense as he glares at his own shadow. In the middle of the walkway.]
[Summerlands]
[Yuya's come to accept the Summer people. They're certainly not at domineering, volatile, or frightening as the rest of the Summer Court, and plenty of veterans--not the mention the Ringmaster seem to trust them wholly. So he's navigated deeper into the city, to one of the miracle gardens hidden behind pillars and wisteria.
It's a very small, circular garden, flush and green with scattered flowers. The greatest concentration of them, currently, is around Yuya--who's sitting down with dried fruit to snack on, looking serene.
It's easy to tell what's going on, because as soon as anyone steps in with a positive feeling flowers will start to sprout near them. The better they feel the bigger, brighter, more beautiful the flowers become. They smell wonderful, and something about that scent will bring good memories more easily to the front of their mind--no doubt generating more good feelings and more flowers. It's cyclical.]
[Wildcard]
[???]
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...Niisama helped me know that. ...when I said I didn't want to duel-he was happy, because I made a choice. ....and when I went to go help Ray-even though he didn't agree, he knew it was a choice. [They dueled over that and Errything. As it is.]
...I didn't want to die, though, [she admits, looking down. The sparrow on her head is quiet as well, tilting their head curiously toward the girl.] ...and...
...I didn't want to be alone again, either. ....and that's what would happen if you didn't listen to soldiers. ...you get hurt.
...or you die.
[.....They should perhaps change the subject, if at least for their sake.]
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He leans over and moves to pull her into a gentle hug.] You won't--nothing's going to hurt you anymore. You're safe. Those guys can't do anything.
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...I know.
...I'm not there any more.
[...She does at least, return the hug.]
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[It explains a lot, though, about why she seems so confused over some of these things. She probably never had a real childhood. Well... they'd just have to fix that.] Everything's over now, so thing's will be better! You'll be with your family, and have fun duels and... [He wrinkles his nose in distaste.] Go to school, I guess.
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He pulls back a bit, matching her expression--but it quickly changes to a grin.] Yeah, but it was a duel school. Those are fine! But middle school isn't as fun.
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...What's the difference? [It's probably for the best that he missed her meaning anyway.]
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[How does he explain the purpose of that--] It's school to make you smart for anything?
[If you take it that seriously. Yuya sure doesn't.]
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What.] How did she...?
[He's going to need more of an explanation because that straight up makes so sense.]
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[Maybe he should have asked this a long time ago.]
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...niisama almost never told me to do anything, actually.
...I don't know if he agreed with mom, about that... [It's not something she'd thought about at the time, really.]
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Did they use her? Did the Chairwoman not care about Reira's gender because she didn't care about Reira? That's despicable.
She didn't answer all of his question, but he has to admit to himself she doesn't have to. And he's already angry with the conclusions he's drawing.] You're not for anything. You're a person!
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...that was what niisama taught me.
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He knows there's no point getting angry now, so he sucks in a breath between his teeth and tries to smooth his expression back out to something more neutral. Her confidence does, at least, ease his reaction.]
Good. [A pause.] But are you really okay now...? If you're not, you can talk to me!
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...you were even upset because of your shadow. ...and that's just your shadow. [She looks down again. S'UP 'ZARC'.]
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He sputters a bit, surprised to have this turned back around on him.] W-well it's an upsetting story! I mean, it's not a story, but what happened to you--that's awful! You shouldn't have had to go through things right that.
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...if it's not happening now, and it's not going to happen again... ...there's no reason to get upset about it, right?
[She tilts her head a bit, the sparrow chirping as it regains balance.] ...I don't remember a lot of it either... ...so.... ....it's better to just think about things that are going to happen later, or now, I think.
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He smiles, patting her shoulder in lieu of her head, so he doesn't disturb the sparrow.] Mm! You're really brave, Reira, being able to look forward so clearly. You're right, it definitely won't happen again.
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Peep!
....you should stop being mad at your shadow though, [she adds, frowning.] ...being mad hurts, and it didn't do anything either...
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[He rubs the back of his neck absently, moving to stand.]
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....he wasn't always mean anyway. That's why he can stop being mean, after all. [That's. Not how it works. At all Reira.]
...And the shadow isn't even really him, the Ringmaster put him somewhere else...
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