Yagyuu Hiroshi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
usedlaserbeam) wrote2012-01-20 06:56 pm
usedlaserbeam) wrote2012-01-20 06:56 pm
Entry tags:
- always glorious always victorious,
- anniversary,
- charming disarming and quite alarming,
- denial: not just a river in egypt,
- let's get philosophical,
- my pokeymans let me show you them,
- no really i'm the responsible one,
- somehow this is all niou's fault,
- such a nice boy,
- teammates whaaaar,
- ▶ goldenrod city
017 | Goldenrod City | Video / Action;
[It may seem like an odd endeavor, wandering the snowy streets of Goldenrod in such relatively unpleasant weather, but sure enough, that's precisely what Yagyuu's doing today. It's not the first time he's gone over these streets and it almost certainly won't be the last; he's not so much exploring today as he is just walking the familiar byways, his breath making translucent clouds in the chilly air.
There's a Vulpix riding along with him, curled around his shoulders and supported atop his backpack, nuzzled in close to his neck like an oversize, furry, Fire-type scarf. If the weight or the awkwardness of ferrying her in that way bothers him, he certainly doesn't show it; his own scarf is draped light but snug from his neck to his chin, and the collar of his heavy winter coat is turned up as added protection against the cold.
He's carrying a few bags with him, of varying sizes, all unmistakably from the Goldenrod Department Store—evidently, he's been out shopping. And perhaps he still is, because at the moment he's stopped in front of the frosted glass window of a jewelry store, peering in at the display and watching the light catch the facets of the gemstones as they glitter against their black velvet backings.]
Another four days and you'll be six months old, Masako. It is strange how time flies, isn't it?
[He's speaking quietly, more to himself than the little fox on his shoulders.]
And strange, too, how much can change in seven months.
[And he seems to dwell on that, lost in thought, as the jewels gleam bright in the window and the fine mist of his condensing breath drifts and disperses in the cold afternoon air.]
There's a Vulpix riding along with him, curled around his shoulders and supported atop his backpack, nuzzled in close to his neck like an oversize, furry, Fire-type scarf. If the weight or the awkwardness of ferrying her in that way bothers him, he certainly doesn't show it; his own scarf is draped light but snug from his neck to his chin, and the collar of his heavy winter coat is turned up as added protection against the cold.
He's carrying a few bags with him, of varying sizes, all unmistakably from the Goldenrod Department Store—evidently, he's been out shopping. And perhaps he still is, because at the moment he's stopped in front of the frosted glass window of a jewelry store, peering in at the display and watching the light catch the facets of the gemstones as they glitter against their black velvet backings.]
Another four days and you'll be six months old, Masako. It is strange how time flies, isn't it?
[He's speaking quietly, more to himself than the little fox on his shoulders.]
And strange, too, how much can change in seven months.
[And he seems to dwell on that, lost in thought, as the jewels gleam bright in the window and the fine mist of his condensing breath drifts and disperses in the cold afternoon air.]
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Granted, he wasn't exactly the subtlest in expressing his line of questioning, and he didn't do much at all in the way of concealing his motives. But still, the question catches him, and he regards the jewels in the window for what seems like a long time before he's finally able to find the words to answer.]
Under those circumstances, I think my friend would prove to be more like you, memories or otherwise. The sort of person who would keep coming back time and again, regardless of the outcomes...that's the sort of person he is.
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I feel like I would someday like to meet this friend of yours.
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As adorable as they are and as much as I love them so, they can do a lot of mischief when you turn your backs on them.
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A little of both.
My father died in the war ... and after the that happened, I did not want to return to my previous occupation.
I decided to stay and help Reverend Malchio with the orphans. It was a home to orphans ... whose parents died in the war we fought...
... I thought it was only right.
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[ If one thinks two years is a long time ago. ]
... I know my father didn't die a pointless death. That makes it a little less difficult to think about.
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You seem to have borne up extremely well, considering.
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[ Some people would say it was because that was how she was genetically wired to be like. However, nothing had changed even after her Coordinator abilities had been removed, ]
I have my father to thank ...
He was always busy, but he tried his best to raise me well.
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He was your only parent, then?
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[ And she can't say that she really knew what happened to her either.
It was a bit too serious for a first conversation, but Lacus never hides anything from people nor was she ashamed of her life. ]
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[After all, when the world you'd be going back to sounds as dismal as hers...]
And with that in mind, I hope you do enjoy it here.
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... I do also have a reason to return home.
I have responsibilities ... and a person to return to.
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I knew of someone once, in a predicament similar to yours. It took their person six months to catch up. So perhaps it's not entirely hopeless, after all.
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And until I do, I am not alone here.
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