[ she is allowed to visit his real room pretty much whenever, so she'd know it all looks pretty much the same? and kazunari looks very much at home here, comfortably seating himself on one of the cushions while he shows off his art. ]
Doesn't it look cool?! I was going for a fun, flourishy design to show off his hair and eyes, and of course Canopus's fur. I hope I can do them justice.
[ whomst? anyway, as she looks, she might see the nihonga on his walls slowly changing. a peaceful field becomes a battleground littered with the bodies of fallen soldiers. a portrait of a beautiful woman becomes a jorougumo. a castle overlooking a garden begins to burn and crumble.
but kazunari doesn't seem to notice! ]
Doesn't it, though? I was thinking of maybe doing a series, too, maybe to see how many of the people here I can paint before we're free. It'll be fun! So you've got to let me draw you too sometime, okay?!
[ anywhoo, back to staring in vague concern at all this nonsense happening in here. wowee, it sure isn't sus at all! the fact that she's standing right in front of weird shit and he's not even blinking at it. that sure is a big ol red alert. ]
Oooh! Yeah! Like a whole series of portraits for everyone!
[ here's hoping those pictures don't go shifty either...! since she's not looking at him, there's no warning as the stardust splats both of them on the head. and because i like suffering, we're just gonna go straight into shadow taba! because why the fuck not. there's definitely the sense of things being skewed to the left in the memory, a vague overlay of something guiding the words she says, the movement she makes. almost like the weird shit she's seeing in real life but now with added memory fuckery! yaaay ]
[ well instead of answering, futaba just stares into the middle distance because whoo boy it sure is nice to be reminded of that time you were totally possessed and killed someone for the funsies. ]
We had shadows possessing people each week too.
[ her voice which had been relatively cheerful turns flat, clearly unimpressed to be reminded of the similarities between both. ]
No one could remember until after they were caught.
...Then I'm sorry that you're seeing all of this happen again. It's scary enough on its own, but having to experience the same sort of thing happen in different places... It's awful.
I hope we can get you home safely without them touching you, Tabachan.
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Doesn't it look cool?! I was going for a fun, flourishy design to show off his hair and eyes, and of course Canopus's fur. I hope I can do them justice.
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[ somewhere in the void, yusuke sneezes. meanwhile, futaba has taken to poking around, looking for
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[ whomst? anyway, as she looks, she might see the nihonga on his walls slowly changing. a peaceful field becomes a battleground littered with the bodies of fallen soldiers. a portrait of a beautiful woman becomes a jorougumo. a castle overlooking a garden begins to burn and crumble.
but kazunari doesn't seem to notice! ]
Doesn't it, though? I was thinking of maybe doing a series, too, maybe to see how many of the people here I can paint before we're free. It'll be fun! So you've got to let me draw you too sometime, okay?!
[ anyway hit me with that memshare anytime babe ]
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[ anywhoo, back to staring in vague concern at all this nonsense happening in here. wowee, it sure isn't sus at all! the fact that she's standing right in front of weird shit and he's not even blinking at it. that sure is a big ol red alert. ]
Oooh! Yeah! Like a whole series of portraits for everyone!
[ here's hoping those pictures don't go shifty either...! since she's not looking at him, there's no warning as the stardust splats both of them on the head. and because i like suffering, we're just gonna go straight into shadow taba! because why the fuck not. there's definitely the sense of things being skewed to the left in the memory, a vague overlay of something guiding the words she says, the movement she makes. almost like the weird shit she's seeing in real life but now with added memory fuckery! yaaay ]
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[ ah, but this memory... ]
...Tabachan, were you controlled by something? Like the shadows here?
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We had shadows possessing people each week too.
[ her voice which had been relatively cheerful turns flat, clearly unimpressed to be reminded of the similarities between both. ]
No one could remember until after they were caught.
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I hope we can get you home safely without them touching you, Tabachan.
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....Yeah, me too. [ she does a wholeass headshake. time to swerve!! ] We need treats!
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Ah… But I don’t have anything here, and I was just about to get started on Luca’s colors…
[ he is not getting up. ]