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hadriel_logs2018-08-16 09:45 pm
wantsnudes) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-08-16 09:45 pm
Entry tags:
believe in another day, live another day
Who: Yusuke Kitagawa and open
What: Local artist/Phantom Thief keeps his mind off his problems by staying busy. Results are mixed.
Where: Various
When: After this, early-mid August
Warnings: tbd
i. DRAWING
Yusuke's latest artistic endeavour has turned his attention to the clinic, and at Kate's request, he's been taking his time to try out different designs for what might be a mural to decorate its walls, as well as smaller designs for inside the building. Yet he's getting frustrated: his mind is elsewhere completely, and so anything he draws keeps appearing dull, uninspired, or just technically bad.
Which is why one might find him sitting outside the clinic, angrily muttering at his sketchbook, scribbling out drawings he's found some minor flaw with, or else tearing out pages altogether and throwing them aside in frustration with an angry, "This is unacceptable!"
ii. TRAINING
In the late evening is Yusuke's favourite time to train. With most people asleep, it's the best time to adorn his Phantom Thief attire as Fox. He has a set obstacle course he rehearses along the cliffs, leaping from rock to rock with almost unnatural agility, pausing to crouch to hide from imaginary foes, moving and hiding so effectively sometimes that he appears more like a dark blur melding from shadow to shadow.
Other parts of his training are sword drills: using his katana, he practises unsheathing and sheathing his blade in one single, fluid stroke, repeating the motion over and over with gracefully precise movements. Then he moves on to overhead slashes, or drawing his blade from defensive crouching positions. He spends a few minutes on each kata, until he's satisfied, before moving on.
Just when he wants to move on to practicing with his Persona, however, he feels like there are eyes on him nearby. He doesn't call on Goemon just yet, scanning around the dark shapes of the rocks and plants nearby for any observers. Is someone there?
iii. STARGAZING
Having redirected his pent-up emotions into training, Yusuke pulls off his kitsune mask, finds the nearest stretch of beach, and rolls over onto his back to gaze up at the stars. It's beautiful here, and a sight he won't tire of after those long months cooped up in the cave, or the brutal days and pitifully short nights of the desert planet. Yet the constellations are different from home, and he hasn't spent enough time out here yet to be able to chart them from memory.
Perhaps he could draw them? He also wants to draw the way the stark moonlight strikes the beach, the waves against the cliffs, crashing against the rocks...
Exhausted, Yusuke closes his eyes. Lulled by the sounds around him, he soon dozes off.
What: Local artist/Phantom Thief keeps his mind off his problems by staying busy. Results are mixed.
Where: Various
When: After this, early-mid August
Warnings: tbd
i. DRAWING
Yusuke's latest artistic endeavour has turned his attention to the clinic, and at Kate's request, he's been taking his time to try out different designs for what might be a mural to decorate its walls, as well as smaller designs for inside the building. Yet he's getting frustrated: his mind is elsewhere completely, and so anything he draws keeps appearing dull, uninspired, or just technically bad.
Which is why one might find him sitting outside the clinic, angrily muttering at his sketchbook, scribbling out drawings he's found some minor flaw with, or else tearing out pages altogether and throwing them aside in frustration with an angry, "This is unacceptable!"
ii. TRAINING
In the late evening is Yusuke's favourite time to train. With most people asleep, it's the best time to adorn his Phantom Thief attire as Fox. He has a set obstacle course he rehearses along the cliffs, leaping from rock to rock with almost unnatural agility, pausing to crouch to hide from imaginary foes, moving and hiding so effectively sometimes that he appears more like a dark blur melding from shadow to shadow.
Other parts of his training are sword drills: using his katana, he practises unsheathing and sheathing his blade in one single, fluid stroke, repeating the motion over and over with gracefully precise movements. Then he moves on to overhead slashes, or drawing his blade from defensive crouching positions. He spends a few minutes on each kata, until he's satisfied, before moving on.
Just when he wants to move on to practicing with his Persona, however, he feels like there are eyes on him nearby. He doesn't call on Goemon just yet, scanning around the dark shapes of the rocks and plants nearby for any observers. Is someone there?
iii. STARGAZING
Having redirected his pent-up emotions into training, Yusuke pulls off his kitsune mask, finds the nearest stretch of beach, and rolls over onto his back to gaze up at the stars. It's beautiful here, and a sight he won't tire of after those long months cooped up in the cave, or the brutal days and pitifully short nights of the desert planet. Yet the constellations are different from home, and he hasn't spent enough time out here yet to be able to chart them from memory.
Perhaps he could draw them? He also wants to draw the way the stark moonlight strikes the beach, the waves against the cliffs, crashing against the rocks...
Exhausted, Yusuke closes his eyes. Lulled by the sounds around him, he soon dozes off.
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"About midnight."
She'd ask what he's doing out this late, but one could ask the same about Rey, herself.
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He gets to his feet, carefully dusting himself off. "My apologies, I must have grown tired." Instead of showing any signs of wanting to hurry on home to get some actual sleep, though, he's glancing back up at the sky, waiting to take in any detail he might have missed.
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"Don't have to apologize for it. Just saying... Shit like that tends to get people killed, even here."
And then, of course, the Guard ends up taking the blame for it, and Rey hates seeing Nick get any sort of flak for that. He takes on enough responsibility as it is, just by living with her.
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"If it's late, what are you doing all the way out here?" He's more curious than anything -- it's not as though the stranger's business is any of his.
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Maybe that's why she doesn't get offended by his question, or tell him that it isn't any of his business. Hey, so far so good, right?
"Couldn't sleep. Thought the fresh air would do some good. At least we've got plenty of it here now."
As opposed to the oppressive walls of the caves. Spend a couple years in those confines, you learn to appreciate wide, open spaces a little more.