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| [When the video feed turns on, Lu-Shen looks a lot less composed than he did to anyone who might have seen him earlier in the month. Perhaps a shade paler, with a slight dark smudge under his eyes - someone's been neglecting sleep.
He's sitting at a table in what is obviously a suite in the Phasma Apartments to anyone who might recognize it, with a thick book on the table in front of him. At first it's not entirely obvious if the post was made on purpose, as he's simply looking at the book with a sort of vacant expression, lips pursed, and then his eyes flutter shut. He leans heavily to the side, against his hand, and for a long moment it seems like he's just fallen asleep, despite it being midday. Then the fingers of his other hand twitch into a loose fist, and he jerks awake with a small inhalation of breath.
For a moment, he looks confused, a little lost, and then he glances over at the SFC again, thoughtfully. He makes two slow blinks, and then shakes his head slightly.]
It's nothing like being...
[He speaks quietly, as if to himself, and then addresses any watchers.]
The coral I've read about, a source of power...does anyone know the nature of how our bodies were changed to need this power source?
[It's a vague question, and he's having trouble wording what's in his mind. Things are a little jumbled. And, whoops, his eyelashes are fluttering again.]
[OOC: Responses might be slow today but I'll be around longer tomorrow sorry!] | |
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| [Maybe the problem isn't that Ky has too much spare time, maybe he simply hasn't formulated the right things to do to fill his time. Clearly cooking is a skill that many people have that he lacks -- although he's not sure it's one that he can really obtain, since he recently tried and the fact that Sol lives above him makes him even more self-conscious than usual when Ky starts to be making his own smoke.
It has become clear to him that simply taking up more patrols with the Defense Force isn't ideal, and he can and has exercised but even that leaves him wanting something more.
And, well, why not? If he ends up not remembering or retaining anything from here then it's not really a loss, and if he does gain a skill then it can help him.]
What sort of things have people been able to learn that they consider useful? Not so much magic that can't be taught, but, for instance, how to stitch a wound, or fire a bow?
You don't have to be able to teach it...although I suppose it would help me if you could and were willing to. | |
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| [The video turns on. Naoto is gazing outside of the window. Blue eyes seem to be confused and slightly pained. In one hand is a mug of what seems to be hot tea. As Naoto speaks, it's the male voice that's heard. Those with a trained ear, though, will notice that it is not the true voice but the filter that was tinkered into the detective's SFC.]
November....
Is it really November? Meaning that when I arrived it was late September.
[The young detective stands. Hands close the jacket worn, hiding the brown vest beneath.]
When I left it was March, soon after sempai left Yasoinaba.
A little over a month before...
[A sigh leaves Naoto's lips as the mug is placed down.]
Has anyone else felt like they've missed part of their life?
[Gray-blue eyes fall to the ground beside the SFC.]
I'm supposed to be 17 now... In my second year of high school...
[The feed is shut off.]
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