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thenearshore2017-02-12 10:28 pm
shortprogram) wrote in thenearshore2017-02-12 10:28 pm
[Open] Don't just stand there in one place
Who: Yuri, Open!
What: Yuri is trying to get this god thing figured out
When: June 14th
Where: Various
Warnings: None!
[A - Bastet's Temple, early morning]
[Even though there's not really any need to keep up with his training, Yuri isn't taking any chances. What if he gets sent back and it's two weeks until Nationals again? He can't risk not being on top of his game. Which is why he still goes for a run every morning.
He's just returned when he gets to the main entrance of his temple to find a huge tiger stretched out asleep in front of the doors.
Shit.]
Hey. Hey. Move it.
[He can speak cat now, but that doesn't mean it does him any good.]
I said MOVE IT!
[It looks like he's going to try shoving it out of the way. If you're just passing by...this looks like something you might want to discourage...]
[B - Osaka, afternoon]
[Seated on the roof of a store in a busy shopping district, Yuri watches a group of middle-aged women with an intense interest. It's like everyone here has the best fashion sense he's ever seen, but especially the old ladies for some reason. He's never seen so many great shirts. He even got one for himself, all bright yellow cheetah print with a cheetah's face taking up the entire front of the shirt. Totally badass.]
I gotta build a temple here. I gotta be the god of this place.
[It's not like anyone can see or hear him, so he's free to talk to himself as much as he likes.]
But how?
[That's the part he's trying to figure out.]
[C - The Far Shore, evening]
[There's someone he wants to visit, but he, uh, neglected to ask for directions. And now it's been long enough that it's kind of embarrassing to admit he doesn't know how to get there. Which is why he's wandering around, looking at every temple he passes and trying to look nonchalant. Like this is exactly what he meant to do. Like he's just out for a walk, no big deal.
Usually, he'd start yelling at the top of his lungs, but then someone would know he's sort of lost.]
What: Yuri is trying to get this god thing figured out
When: June 14th
Where: Various
Warnings: None!
[A - Bastet's Temple, early morning]
[Even though there's not really any need to keep up with his training, Yuri isn't taking any chances. What if he gets sent back and it's two weeks until Nationals again? He can't risk not being on top of his game. Which is why he still goes for a run every morning.
He's just returned when he gets to the main entrance of his temple to find a huge tiger stretched out asleep in front of the doors.
Shit.]
Hey. Hey. Move it.
[He can speak cat now, but that doesn't mean it does him any good.]
I said MOVE IT!
[It looks like he's going to try shoving it out of the way. If you're just passing by...this looks like something you might want to discourage...]
[B - Osaka, afternoon]
[Seated on the roof of a store in a busy shopping district, Yuri watches a group of middle-aged women with an intense interest. It's like everyone here has the best fashion sense he's ever seen, but especially the old ladies for some reason. He's never seen so many great shirts. He even got one for himself, all bright yellow cheetah print with a cheetah's face taking up the entire front of the shirt. Totally badass.]
I gotta build a temple here. I gotta be the god of this place.
[It's not like anyone can see or hear him, so he's free to talk to himself as much as he likes.]
But how?
[That's the part he's trying to figure out.]
[C - The Far Shore, evening]
[There's someone he wants to visit, but he, uh, neglected to ask for directions. And now it's been long enough that it's kind of embarrassing to admit he doesn't know how to get there. Which is why he's wandering around, looking at every temple he passes and trying to look nonchalant. Like this is exactly what he meant to do. Like he's just out for a walk, no big deal.
Usually, he'd start yelling at the top of his lungs, but then someone would know he's sort of lost.]