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thebastion2015-06-14 06:52 am
darkshooter) wrote in thebastion2015-06-14 06:52 am
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Day 314 / 315 ★ 003 ★ [Open]
Who: Black★Rock Shooter and whoever wants to encounter her in Scenarios [A] and [B1]. [B2] will likely be closed to Ibuki and Ippo to preserve timeline.
Open: See above. [Y] for A and B1; [N] for B2.
When: Day 314 - Night [A] or Deep Night [B1]; Day 315 - Predawn [B1] or Dawn [B2].
Where: Anywhere in the Bastion for Route [A] (though she will not go indoors). Near Ibuki's house for [B] Routes.
What: Night is not a good time for sleeping. Let's find something else to occupy ourselves.
Format: Action brackets, though I can try my hand at another type if you'd like.
Warnings: None as such, though Ikuri might be even jumpier than usual. She's kind of nervous at night.Also, originally hammered this out in a hurry before work; still kinda reviewing it at the time of this edit.
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(( Scenario [A] - Night ))
(( BGM: The Bastion - Restlessness [Baldur's Gate: Night on the Plains] ))
[Ikuri did not enjoy the night.]
[As much as possible, she'd tried to avoid sleeping during this time, only bedding down once she determined that dawnlight was not far away (although on particularly bad nights, she couldn't rest even then). Going out to hunt shards wasn't particularly enjoyable during these hours, either, but on occasion she would manage to steel herself...]
[Tonight wasn't a night for such. She'd already completed her expedition for today, and was appropriately winded; however, her nerves were working on her and she wasn't exactly in the mood to sleep. What she did instead was wander about and observe, perchance to wonder and daydream. Anything that distracted her from her fears was welcome indeed.]
[Many retired to their shelters at night. She'd found no obvious reason for this, and had come to conclude that it was merely habit. The advantage was that she'd be left alone, as much as that was an advantage; the drawback was that there was less to observe, less likelihood of being interacted with. As much as she was still basically leery of the people here - certain people especially - she had in fact become rather desperately lonely over the course of her isolation. No interaction was necessary...simply watching them was often enough.]
[It is completely possible to find her anywhere in the outer areas of the Bastion; she will not venture indoors, though she will wander close to buildings and perhaps even look through any windows etc. if there's enough light to see what's going on - and perhaps even if there isn't. Curiosity, y'know.]
[And yet, perhaps by some unconscious drive, she will try to appear inconspicuous while she does this - pretending to merely idle about with no real interest in what's near her, for example, and then pseudo-discreetly slide towards it. This, even if nobody appears to be watching - and if someone is noticed, most especially if they also appear to have noticed her, she will try to appear something resembling casual (for her), usually offering an acknowledge-nod, and then wander off somewhere else.Hooray for not acting suspicious?]
[Perhaps most entertainingly, if you're sharp enough (and of course, depending on the individual), catching might well inspire more embarrassment than anxiety, although there'll always be the latter. In particular, if you're somebody she knows and has some degree of positive feeling for and you try to engage her, she won't always run away. Keywords being 'won't always' - sometimes, even then, she'll be a hurry to slip off, perhaps offering a word or two of small talk if that's what it takes to dismiss you.Again, as much as she can manage such a thing.]
[And her wanderings tend to take her back toward a certain house near her own, where she might linger...]
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(( Scenario [B1] - Home? ))
(( BGM: same track ))
[At various intervals during her nightly 'walk', Ikuri would return to this house more often than her own abode mere paces away. She understood why, though she wasn't willing to admit it to herself. The nearest thing she knew to a friend lived here.]
[Discreetly, she'd tried to linger near the place when activity was still going on, watching as much of Ibuki as she could (though she didn't know the other person with her). Her hackles were raised at first, but she soon grasped that he was someone of particular importance to her, and so she let it be. But even after they'd retired for the night, Ikuri still came by to watch the house, maybe peek in a window (from a distance) to see if anything else was happening.]
[She found herself saddened when it became clear that Ibuki was no longer awake and there would be nothing more from within the house.If said Ibuki had spotted her or come close to doing so, DUCKING THE LIVING HECK OUT OF SIGHT would've been an immediate thing. Ikuri's not exactly camouflaged.]
[Now, perhaps more anxiously than ever, she hovered near the small house. On impulse, she meandered up to the front door several times (after making sure nobody was watching), and...each time, moved back away from it. Finally she gets it in her to turn the handle.]
[...it opens.]
[and with inaudible alarm, she shuts it right again. Quickly, she stares about the outside gloom to see if anyone witnessed her.She would've ensured no bystanders were nearby before attempting this in the first place, really.]
[Opening it again, she narrows her eyes and peers into the dark. Details, yes...inspiring curiosity, but she's also intensely aware of the danger. Once more, she closes it.]
[What distresses her most isn't the idea that she might've been seen - although that does play a role in her anxieties - but rather the notion that Ibuki's small shelter is unfortified. She'd unconsciously assumed that some form of defense was in place, though she'd had no pressing urge to test it. If one could gain entrance so easily...]
[No, this - we must not have this. Someone could harm Ibuki. Vigilance must be held.]
[Yes, there's every chance the Bastion's anti-violence properties were explained to her by now, but Shooter would rather rely on herself and her own instincts than trust something else to take care of things.]
[Immediately after...she takes up a sort of tight, closed patrol route around the house, watching it - and the vicinity - relentlessly from all angles. We can't say tirelessly, though, for the shard-gathering of that day still wore on her...and the hours were passing towards dawn.]
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(( Scenario [B2] - Rest ))
[Time passed. Soon, the sun's glow was softly touching the land, Shooter found herself deeply weary. There was no sign of any hostile presence. Finally, she moved up to the front door once again - or rather, right next to it...]
[...and sat down, bracing her back against the wall.]
[Not long after, she falls asleep.]
[Throughout her rest, she shifts positions, eventually taking to laying right in front of the door itself.]
[One hopes that whoever opens the door will look before running out.]
Open: See above. [Y] for A and B1; [N] for B2.
When: Day 314 - Night [A] or Deep Night [B1]; Day 315 - Predawn [B1] or Dawn [B2].
Where: Anywhere in the Bastion for Route [A] (though she will not go indoors). Near Ibuki's house for [B] Routes.
What: Night is not a good time for sleeping. Let's find something else to occupy ourselves.
Format: Action brackets, though I can try my hand at another type if you'd like.
Warnings: None as such, though Ikuri might be even jumpier than usual. She's kind of nervous at night.
* * *
(( Scenario [A] - Night ))
(( BGM: The Bastion - Restlessness [Baldur's Gate: Night on the Plains] ))
[Ikuri did not enjoy the night.]
[As much as possible, she'd tried to avoid sleeping during this time, only bedding down once she determined that dawnlight was not far away (although on particularly bad nights, she couldn't rest even then). Going out to hunt shards wasn't particularly enjoyable during these hours, either, but on occasion she would manage to steel herself...]
[Tonight wasn't a night for such. She'd already completed her expedition for today, and was appropriately winded; however, her nerves were working on her and she wasn't exactly in the mood to sleep. What she did instead was wander about and observe, perchance to wonder and daydream. Anything that distracted her from her fears was welcome indeed.]
[Many retired to their shelters at night. She'd found no obvious reason for this, and had come to conclude that it was merely habit. The advantage was that she'd be left alone, as much as that was an advantage; the drawback was that there was less to observe, less likelihood of being interacted with. As much as she was still basically leery of the people here - certain people especially - she had in fact become rather desperately lonely over the course of her isolation. No interaction was necessary...simply watching them was often enough.]
[It is completely possible to find her anywhere in the outer areas of the Bastion; she will not venture indoors, though she will wander close to buildings and perhaps even look through any windows etc. if there's enough light to see what's going on - and perhaps even if there isn't. Curiosity, y'know.]
[And yet, perhaps by some unconscious drive, she will try to appear inconspicuous while she does this - pretending to merely idle about with no real interest in what's near her, for example, and then pseudo-discreetly slide towards it. This, even if nobody appears to be watching - and if someone is noticed, most especially if they also appear to have noticed her, she will try to appear something resembling casual (for her), usually offering an acknowledge-nod, and then wander off somewhere else.
[Perhaps most entertainingly, if you're sharp enough (and of course, depending on the individual), catching might well inspire more embarrassment than anxiety, although there'll always be the latter. In particular, if you're somebody she knows and has some degree of positive feeling for and you try to engage her, she won't always run away. Keywords being 'won't always' - sometimes, even then, she'll be a hurry to slip off, perhaps offering a word or two of small talk if that's what it takes to dismiss you.
[And her wanderings tend to take her back toward a certain house near her own, where she might linger...]
* * *
(( Scenario [B1] - Home? ))
(( BGM: same track ))
[At various intervals during her nightly 'walk', Ikuri would return to this house more often than her own abode mere paces away. She understood why, though she wasn't willing to admit it to herself. The nearest thing she knew to a friend lived here.]
[Discreetly, she'd tried to linger near the place when activity was still going on, watching as much of Ibuki as she could (though she didn't know the other person with her). Her hackles were raised at first, but she soon grasped that he was someone of particular importance to her, and so she let it be. But even after they'd retired for the night, Ikuri still came by to watch the house, maybe peek in a window (from a distance) to see if anything else was happening.]
[She found herself saddened when it became clear that Ibuki was no longer awake and there would be nothing more from within the house.
[Now, perhaps more anxiously than ever, she hovered near the small house. On impulse, she meandered up to the front door several times (after making sure nobody was watching), and...each time, moved back away from it. Finally she gets it in her to turn the handle.]
[...it opens.]
[and with inaudible alarm, she shuts it right again. Quickly, she stares about the outside gloom to see if anyone witnessed her.
[Opening it again, she narrows her eyes and peers into the dark. Details, yes...inspiring curiosity, but she's also intensely aware of the danger. Once more, she closes it.]
[What distresses her most isn't the idea that she might've been seen - although that does play a role in her anxieties - but rather the notion that Ibuki's small shelter is unfortified. She'd unconsciously assumed that some form of defense was in place, though she'd had no pressing urge to test it. If one could gain entrance so easily...]
[No, this - we must not have this. Someone could harm Ibuki. Vigilance must be held.]
[Immediately after...she takes up a sort of tight, closed patrol route around the house, watching it - and the vicinity - relentlessly from all angles. We can't say tirelessly, though, for the shard-gathering of that day still wore on her...and the hours were passing towards dawn.]
* * *
(( Scenario [B2] - Rest ))
[Time passed. Soon, the sun's glow was softly touching the land, Shooter found herself deeply weary. There was no sign of any hostile presence. Finally, she moved up to the front door once again - or rather, right next to it...]
[...and sat down, bracing her back against the wall.]
[Not long after, she falls asleep.]
[Throughout her rest, she shifts positions, eventually taking to laying right in front of the door itself.]
[One hopes that whoever opens the door will look before running out.]
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Ibuki has no clue if she's amnesia'd or not, Ibuki didn't actually think to ask!
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[He gave Ibuki a few reassuring pats on the shoulder and headed towards the door with a smile.]
We might not want to ask, if she hasn't brought it up then it might be a sore spot. Let's just be there for her, alright?
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[Ibuki gives Ippo a hug before they reach the door.]
Oooh, Ibuki's gotta show her the magical jerky cows sometime!
And now back to our regularly scheduled 3 taggings
[He hugged back and gave a laugh as they made their way back out to the kitchen, his arm still resting across Ibuki's shoulders.]
I'm sorry Ikuri, I hope we didn't make you wait long.
o/ (also when Ibuki's first tagback showed up I *wheezed*)
[Oh, you're back. That's good.
and you're touching Ibuki, but that's okay, since you're obviously her chosen guardian.][Nothing seems to have changed, other than Ikuri's plate being totally cleaned. Someone got busy while you two were talking.]
:3
Whoa! Ikuri-chan devoured her breakfast! Did you want more, Ikuri-chan? We could make something else! Something different!
That's our Ibuki! XD
[Knowing Ibuki, they'd come out looking like mini-bukis.]
it sure is. XD [/2!]
[well, see, there you go]['French toast'? - wait, you'd do that? You'd make more?]
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For me?
haha ^^;
... well, Ibuki will nom on one too, because it's so nummy! But most of it will be for you!
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[A small glance, a nod, a couple of simple gestures that amounted to so much more than words could express. As far as he was concerned, he wanted to watch Ikuri's back in any way he could; he knew she could handle her own, but every warrior could in their heart the comfort of having a back they could place theirs against.
Even if it was only simple things like making breakfast, he wanted Ikuri to know that he had her best interests in mind.]
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[Why should she receive such a pledge from you? There was no foundation for alliance here; no common cause or enemy. She was only a guest, and even that was your own graciousness. She does not believe you have a concealed motive, but such kindness is...]
[She's baffled. Just-- why? Why would you do this?]
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[She can't read Ikuri's mind so... she'll just go off to the kitchen to cook now]
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Why would he do this? He didn't have any particular reason for it, true; such altruism very rarely existed on the battlefield, save for one reason. Camaraderie. Their mutual love, so it seemed, for Ibuki was what brought them together in that regard; if she loved Ibuki, then she would help keep Ibuki safe. If she was going to help keep Ibuki safe, then she was someone Ippo could trust and through that trust, Ippo would extend his friendship.
Or, as it was more simply to say. Humans were strange beings indeed.]
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[She may have to address this matter sooner than she'd anticipated.]
[2/3]
[...though there is some initial reluctance, Ikuri reaches out to grasp the midpoint of Ippo's arm - the grip is fairly gentle. Her eyes lock with his.]
[You are needed.]
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Speak.
[It's a whisper.]
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[He gave Ikuri a nod and permission to lead him wherever she needed him to go, if anywhere at all. If she wanted to speak, then he could definitely do that.]
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[And, with that wordless communication, she quietly relays (or perhaps reinforces) that it's for your ears alone.]
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Alright, we can speak normally in here. What do you want to speak about?
[The walls were thick here, Ippo had insisted actually that they pick the thicker walled house. Why? Ibuki...was very loud, and the walls helped to keep her voice inside. It would serve to their advantage here.]
[/2]
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[Apparently we're gonna go do it by just getting right down to business.
And working with her fluctuating language grasp, of course. She was all complete sentences and concepts with earlier conversations; it seems she's got a habit of regressing.]Ibuki. Hers.
[She means you.]
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[That much was a given.]
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[oh hey, look who's suddenly doing complete sentences.]
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[For someone who's spent the better part of two years looking for the meaning of strength...that was a pretty big compliment.]
You're very strong too. I can just...I can feel it.
[There was no better way to put it, actually.]
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[done]
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[/2]
[2/3]
[3/3] - sorry for the wait, sleepbrain's setting in and I'm scared to lose momentum if I bed. XD;
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[/2?]
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[3/3]
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whoops, sleepderp
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[/2]
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