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hadriel_logs2016-10-14 11:08 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-10-14 11:08 am
Entry tags:
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Event Log: Keepsakes
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.
Well, Hope and Delight are messing with the door again, but at least this time dragons aren't involved, right? This attempt goes a bit better - sure, no one gets sent home, but if everyone will just look under their seats, they'll find a FREE [INSERT SOMETHING YOU MAYBE DIDN'T WANT AT ALL HERE]! Awesome! So nice! Yup, throughout these few days people will be finding things from home - something they loved, something they used all the time, something they hated, something they totally forgot they even had. All sorts of cool stuff!
Well, they might not actually find it. Their neighbor might, or a complete stranger. And who knows where it could turn up? At the park, half-buried? In the Silent Hill zone, kept safe by a horrifying monster? Or hey, maybe in somebody's underwear drawer. Awkward. Better try to find your stuff, or find the owner of whatever weird crap you found. It could be something important.► This log covers October 15th-October 19th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you somehow manage to die in this event, please let us know here, and also what the hell?
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Uryuu steps in, looking around, his eyes catching on each pile. In many other circumstances, if not any, he might have made a smart remark. He might have smirked, might have said, it's good you're learning your place and apologizing to me.
The pit in his stomach doesn't let him, so Uryuu shrugs, brushing it off. ]
What did you find?
[ Kurosaki hadn't said he'd found something, but what else could it be? ]
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[Ichigo crosses to the strangely-shaped end table and picks up the photograph. He'd laid it there flat, not face-down, because that had felt disrespectful, but displaying it upright had felt wrong, too.]
It was propped up in one of our windows this morning. I know it's a long shot, but...
[He carries it back to Ishida, then turns it around and holds it out.]
I thought maybe this would mean something to you.
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It has not been the frame, and its photo, that Kurosaki extends, that he takes, that his eyes fall upon, that he stares at. Unable, completely unable to expect it, Uryuu stares, and for a solid stretch of too many seconds, it may all be terribly exposed on his face.
After all, this is not his photograph of his mother, dead these nine years. This should be, had only ever been, always been, on Ryuuken's desk, in his office, at the hospital.
Uryuu looks at his mother's face, the shy, enamored smile that was entirely Ryuuken's (the way she looked at him -- the way she looked at him -- Uryuu has never forgotten, as though the world had created a single good thing, and each day with him was a miracle, and Ryuuken, softer then, someone who smiled then, he --). Uryuu looks at his mother's face. Uryuu looks at his mother's face. ]
Yes.
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His fingers still, hesitate, and it crashes into him, the enormity of the stupid, cruel irony. They must not be those clothes. They must not be. The unlikely possibility he resisted while walking he viciously rejects. Kurosaki cannot have found Uryuu's father's photograph of his mother, while Uryuu found Kurosaki's mother's bloodied clothes, those she had died in, killed by a Hollow.
He wishes he'd thrown them out, burned them, but they were not his to do so with. Uryuu stands frozen with indecision, with the only decision, his typically swift tongue cemented in his mouth, because he must broach it, but it isn't any easier standing there with Kurosaki.
He has to say it, something. He says nothing more. The photograph in his hand -- it is so much less than what oozes through his bag, he is fine, his mother has been dead nine years, it is only a photograph, but that -- showing Kurosaki that --
He says nothing. It's probably long past obvious. ]
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But still, if he had to guess, Ichigo would say that he'd found a photo of Ishida's mother. He has to wonder for a second what kind of woman she was, and why, when he looks at Ishida looking at that picture, it feels like he's watching something he isn't meant to see. He shifts his weight to his other foot, takes a breath, and lets his eyes rove once around the apartment, trying to break the heavy atmosphere.]
Didn't you say you found something, too...?
[It doesn't come out quite how he means it to. The air in the room is still thick, and Ishida's been strangely silent. Ichigo had thought it was the photograph, but it's more than that, isn't it? The sentence starts out a change of subject, but midway through, the low foreboding in the room seeps into it as Ichigo comes to wonder just how wrong what Ishida's come to see him about is.]