( open ) #SaveTheTurtle

[minogame]

Who: Urashima and you
What: Recovering from a fight, some shinki/sword practice, and a vague attempt at a shopping trip
When: 9-11 June
Where: A park, a shopping mall, and an abandoned temple (Far Shore)

1. I'm going to take a look at the sea for a while... (9 June | the Near Shore)

( On the 9th, a voice message goes out on the network. It's short and simple, albeit, a little vague )

Heh heh… Can someone help me get back home? I got in trouble…

( He attempts to be lighthearted, trying not to worry anyone but there's something in his voice that suggests things aren't exactly okay. His voice is quiet and drags in the way one might talk if they were particularly tired. He also doesn't respond to anyone that asks for more information though, he's managed to attach an off-center picture of some sign and a particular landmark to show where he is. It's a park somewhere in the city, not too far from a shrine or two.

When you arrive, Urashima's on a park bench, laying down on his side with his eyes closed. It looks like he's napping and really, it wouldn't look like much is wrong at all if you saw him in passing. His usual turtle companion rests next to his face beside to a small pile of short needles which suggests he didn't just get sleepy and take a nap. )

2. I wonder if I can use this well~? (General | the Far Shore)

( After he's gotten home and cleaned up and has had a chance to recover, Urashima bounces back fast enough. He's not the type of person to stay grounded for very long and as soon as he's well enough, he's back to his training. This time, he's trying to change it up a bit! Instead of practicing at Hachiman's temple or some other center, he's checking out one of the many abandoned temples on the Far Shore.

There's a sword at his side but he isn't practicing with that right now. Instead, he draws his hand in a stabbing motion and strikes at a tree, cutting one of the branches. )

Huu...

( He makes a face. This isn't really as satisfying as actually cutting something with a blade............. )

3. What're we buying? (Shopping Mall | the Near Shore)

( Urashima's never had to worry about fashion before.

For most of his time in this life, he'd stayed in the Far Shore, only really going out to the Near Shore occasionally. Back then and even now, in these summer months, he'd been able to get away with his more traditional clothes— he was clearly just a kid on his way to local festival or something— but it's a little dated, isn't it? Maybe he should find something else? But where does he even begin?

The answer is the food court where he's just bought himself an ice cream cone. He's feeding "Himechan" one of the strawberries that came with it and just sort of... people watching next to some of the gacha machines. )

Eh... fashion sure is confusing, Himechan...

( Just mumbling as he watches some girls in lolita dress walk behind a group of kids in school uniform... )

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[sitarsongs]

[ Despite his stay here no longer technically falling under the category of "short", Demyx's inherent laziness dictates that there's still much -- even in the Far Shore -- that's left unexplored. Sheer boredom is what finds him wandering among the abandoned temples as a result, a place he's never been with people he's never met. He's not immediately inclined to disturb anyone -- especially not someone with a sword strapped to them -- but the sound of impact to the branch draws his attention.

He has to look twice to notice that the sword that cut the tree, (or so he'd thought initially), is still sheathed at his side. ]

...Did you seriously just cut that thing without touching it?! That's awesome!

[minogame]

(It would have been nicer if had been the sword that cut the tree. Instead, he feels kind of like he's playing a really dangerous game of charades like this.)

Huh? (he stands up straighter, looking to see who's talking to him. Oh, he's never seen this guy before...) Yeah. Heh heh, it's nothing special.

[sitarsongs]

[ The sword would have done more damage, sure, but that's not the point! ]

How is it nothing special? That's like, a hundred times better than anything I can do!

[ Demyx takes a couple small steps closer, looking to him, then the branch, then back to him. ] Could you teach me how to do that?

[ Yes, because if it's low-effort and cool, he's all about it -- even if he might never use it. ]

[minogame]

But it's not! You can do it too if you're a shinki.

( But suddenly Urashima is the senpai?? and this is a strange feeling. He's not used to being the one who teaches newbies here. )

It's really easy. ( And he holds up his fingers, index and middle finger together and draws a line in front of him. It lights up and a border appears, ) See? All you have to do is take your fingers and imagine a line.

[sitarsongs]

[ Demyx’s head tilts just before he nods. He’s a shinki, yes; at least last time he checked. (Or does that kind of thing change ever? Another question he’ll have to ask someone at some point.)

This stranger makes it all look super easy: It’s almost point-and-shoot; except way, way cooler. Wide-eyed with awe, he backs out of the way of the glowing line, not sure what would happen if he were to touch it. ] Whoaaa....

[ Okay, now it’s his turn to imitate. No sweat, right? (He hopes so -- because sweating is gross.)

Middle and pointer fingers together, he aims them almost accusingly at the ground, not quite sure why he can’t see where they’re pointing, (if he’s apparently had laser fingers this whole time without knowing it or something). Belatedly, he sweeps them back in a line, but perhaps with not enough speed? Either way, nothing happens. ]

Huh? Why didn’t it work?

[minogame]

( The answer is yes, it can change! Ask Urashinki-senpai all of your questions... except don't because what does he actually know.

He watches Demyx give it a try. He's doing it right, at least, form wise, but nothing happens. Huh... Ah, he thinks he understands and smiles, )

Try again. And this time, imagine a line between you and me. A line you don't want me to cross.

[sitarsongs]

[ Lips pursed with a face of Much Determination™, Demyx takes a couple steps back and tries again -- this time with his hand moving a bit faster, (because he thinks he’s got the motion down, at least).

It’s easy for him to think of a line he doesn’t want to cross; really, he does that a lot more than he’s willing to admit. So, on this second attempt, he’s successful, a glowing line written on the ground separating himself and the other.

He gasps, then laughs slightly, lightheartedly. ]

That. Is. Awesome!

[ Demyx’s face is alight, glowing as proudly as that line he’s just somehow drawn. ]

But... what does it do?