They're also tricky creatures, too. You are pretty clever in your own right, however.
[ Mischievous, one that would lure humans for fun. While he can't see Yusuke like that, he does think there's something tricky about him. For... Obvious reasons. ]
What was theirs?
[ There are... so many masks. To be honest, they're a group of weirdos out of context, but he's assuming that maybe the person accompanying Yusuke was Haru? ]
Hmm. I am not so sure. I like to think I am knowledgeable able artwork and art forms though.
[Well, unbeknown to him he was a Phantom Thief so there must've been something tricky there.]
It was a simple mask. [He's thinking back to it...] Almost like a masquerade mask - one that predominantly covers just the eyes as opposed to the whole face? White with an angular black design around the eyes.
[Simple, yet elegant. Now he thought about it, it had been a nice mask.]
[ It takes him a moment because the memory just hit him like a truck. In front of him is Yusuke in that outfit... Sketchbook out, immersed in the strange, distorted underground subway. The tracks are rusty, the walls are blood red, and it's all unsettling. Despite that, they came there...
Because Yusuke has an artist block? He wanted to capture man's deepest, darkest thoughts and desires? Akira is quiet as the whole memory plays from the beginning to the end, hand still limply dangling instead of reaching out to hope that Yusuke will humor him with a handhold. ]
How interesting. Maybe you should sketch your memories out just for fun. [ In a way, Akira wishes he could do that? He's not sure why, but he's smiling. ] Oh yeah, I actually have some memories of you.
[I mean. When you go silent all of a sudden and lie there with your hand just flopped down it could cause a man to worry. Which is why Akira'll probably find Yusuke poking at his hand - trying to see if Akira has passed out or is just in his own little world.
Once he speaks up, however, Yusuke flops back into his mattress again.]
... Maybe. Sketching a memory would be a truly timeless way to honour it. But perhaps it would become tainted with those things that creep on us without realising - nostalgia, or bitterness, for example.
[ The poke prompts a quick swat!! But of course he misses Yusuke's hand. He's here. Don't worry. He peeks over the ledge again to look at Yusuke.
Yes, it's time: ]
Yeah... Apparently you didn't want to room at the dorms, so we had to figure out where you were going to live. Actually, you assumed that you would be staying with Ann? You even spent most of your money on buying a housewarming gift for the occasion, but she turned you down. [ Snrrrk. ] You stayed at my place for a bit, but decided you're going to expand your horizons and try out dormitories.
[ That's a normal one— ]
Then there's this other memory... We were doing this weird pose in a church while saying our farewells. [ Squinting. ] I think we were mimicking the pose of Christ on the cross?
[ That gets a thoughtful look from Akira, to be honest. Why were they posing like that?? ]
Akira just gets a blank look, and then... well. Yusuke almost does the same thing Akira just did. The memory just... almost swoops in out of nowhere and hits him like a punch he never saw coming. Like he's stood watching snippets of a life both his and not his. He can see a sparse and simple room in an attic - dust filtering through air and sunlight, and faces both familiar and not familiar stood with him. He can smell coffee, but isn't sure why, and feel something lost and confused begin to settle within him as he makes a decision to at least try something he'd been so unwilling to even consider only a day before.
Gratitude, and loss and belonging all in one and he can't pick apart the pieces to completely make sense of them on their own.
And then Akira keeps talking and he can remember summer heat, and the high, airy ceilings of a church. Determination and discussions of desire, and anguish and how to spark both or either in a way that he could transfer onto paper. And as the wave of the memory eases, and fades, he finds himself clearing his throat. ]
A-Anguish. [ wow. ] I wanted inspiration to portray anguish.
[ Akira can't see Yusuke's expression that well in the darkness, but he's imagining fox friend is only contemplating. The man has always been meticulous, so it isn't uncommon to find him pensive as he articulates everything in his thoughts first.
He doesn't even consider that Yusuke may have remembered anything from their past. ]
Is that what the picture of Christ on the cross portrays? I didn't know you tried to do the same thing in Recolle—or something similar.
[they might be... I guess we will never know. But wow. This other him definitely spoke his mind, didn't he? Not that Yusuke considers himself to be one for biting his tongue and keeping out of things, but it's... interesting to see. Very interesting.]
Yes, I was definitely seeking inspiration. Perhaps that was what I was doing in that strange underground station as well? Trying new things to spark creativity...
[ Maybe he should learn to speak all his thoughts and feelings, and being his true self all the time... like Other Self. ]
Inspiration is difficult to pin down. Some days I am inspired by the flick of Morrigan's tail against the morning sunlight. Other days it is more traditional - sunlight on the water, the night sky.
Perhaps I was trying a little of everything.
[.............]
If you wish to have a picture of a beautiful cat, you need only commission me.
It's a fickle thing; it comes and goes as fast as the beat of a butterflies wings.
[ You see he can be poetic? Without sounding like an absolute shitlord. Akira doesn't know about that, but if that makes fox friend happier, then go ahead and be brutally honest.
It only hurts other people, after all. ]
Really? You seem busy, so I can't imagine commissioning you unless your doors are actually open.
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And probably a little sleepy, yeah.]Perhaps. Kitsune masks are quite beautiful. If I was associated with one at some point, then that is an association I quite like.
[Keeping secrets from your team, huh?]
Mm. I wonder if masks are a theme. The other person with me had one as well.
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[ Mischievous, one that would lure humans for fun. While he can't see Yusuke like that, he does think there's something tricky about him. For... Obvious reasons. ]
What was theirs?
[ There are... so many masks. To be honest, they're a group of weirdos out of context, but he's assuming that maybe the person accompanying Yusuke was Haru? ]
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[Well, unbeknown to him he was a Phantom Thief so there must've been something tricky there.]
It was a simple mask. [He's thinking back to it...] Almost like a masquerade mask - one that predominantly covers just the eyes as opposed to the whole face? White with an angular black design around the eyes.
[Simple, yet elegant. Now he thought about it, it had been a nice mask.]
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Because Yusuke has an artist block? He wanted to capture man's deepest, darkest thoughts and desires? Akira is quiet as the whole memory plays from the beginning to the end, hand still limply dangling instead of reaching out to hope that Yusuke will humor him with a handhold. ]
How interesting. Maybe you should sketch your memories out just for fun. [ In a way, Akira wishes he could do that? He's not sure why, but he's smiling. ] Oh yeah, I actually have some memories of you.
[ Are you ready for some tame ones? ]
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Once he speaks up, however, Yusuke flops back into his mattress again.]
... Maybe. Sketching a memory would be a truly timeless way to honour it. But perhaps it would become tainted with those things that creep on us without realising - nostalgia, or bitterness, for example.
[Oh?]
You do?
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Yes, it's time: ]
Yeah... Apparently you didn't want to room at the dorms, so we had to figure out where you were going to live. Actually, you assumed that you would be staying with Ann? You even spent most of your money on buying a housewarming gift for the occasion, but she turned you down. [ Snrrrk. ] You stayed at my place for a bit, but decided you're going to expand your horizons and try out dormitories.
[ That's a normal one— ]
Then there's this other memory... We were doing this weird pose in a church while saying our farewells. [ Squinting. ] I think we were mimicking the pose of Christ on the cross?
[ That gets a thoughtful look from Akira, to be honest. Why were they posing like that?? ]
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Akira just gets a blank look, and then... well. Yusuke almost does the same thing Akira just did. The memory just... almost swoops in out of nowhere and hits him like a punch he never saw coming. Like he's stood watching snippets of a life both his and not his. He can see a sparse and simple room in an attic - dust filtering through air and sunlight, and faces both familiar and not familiar stood with him. He can smell coffee, but isn't sure why, and feel something lost and confused begin to settle within him as he makes a decision to at least try something he'd been so unwilling to even consider only a day before.
Gratitude, and loss and belonging all in one and he can't pick apart the pieces to completely make sense of them on their own.
And then Akira keeps talking and he can remember summer heat, and the high, airy ceilings of a church. Determination and discussions of desire, and anguish and how to spark both or either in a way that he could transfer onto paper. And as the wave of the memory eases, and fades, he finds himself clearing his throat. ]
A-Anguish. [ wow. ] I wanted inspiration to portray anguish.
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He doesn't even consider that Yusuke may have remembered anything from their past. ]
Is that what the picture of Christ on the cross portrays? I didn't know you tried to do the same thing in Recolle—or something similar.
[ How uncanny. ]
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[He rubs a hand over his face, like he's scraping the last few remnants of the memory away.]
Back there, wherever or whenever that was. I've never tried to recreate anguish through religious metaphors here.
[HE REMEMBERED, AKIRA....]
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OH. Oh. Oh. ]
I... knew what you meant.
[ Clears his throat. ]
It was a strange memory, right? It seemed like you were suffering from artist's block.
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Yes, I was definitely seeking inspiration. Perhaps that was what I was doing in that strange underground station as well? Trying new things to spark creativity...
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Yeah, though I wouldn't say that place is one about anguish from what it sounds like. I wonder what you're looking for exactly...
[ ... ]
Why couldn't you have drawn a beautiful cat instead?
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Inspiration is difficult to pin down. Some days I am inspired by the flick of Morrigan's tail against the morning sunlight. Other days it is more traditional - sunlight on the water, the night sky.
Perhaps I was trying a little of everything.
[.............]
If you wish to have a picture of a beautiful cat, you need only commission me.
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[ You see he can be poetic? Without sounding like an absolute shitlord. Akira doesn't know about that, but if that makes fox friend happier, then go ahead and be brutally honest.
It only hurts other people, after all. ]
Really? You seem busy, so I can't imagine commissioning you unless your doors are actually open.
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I like drawing, and commissions allow me to do what I enjoy and get paid for it. When I'm busy, I am usually working on commissions as is.
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I'll consider it, definitely. [ This is when hell begins. ] Goodnight, Yusuke.
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[Time to pass ouuuut.]