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thebastion2013-11-13 09:31 pm
yinyangfox) wrote in thebastion2013-11-13 09:31 pm
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Day 127 | Open | Enjoy the Gardens!
Who: Seimei and everyone/anyone
Open: Open
When: Day 127
Where: The new and improved Hitachiin-Abe Estate
What: Kaoru wanted Seimei to have a house-warming party ages ago and he declined. Now he intends to because its not just his home anymore.
Format: Prose
Warnings: SHOULD be safe...
Yesterday the southern Bastion was suddenly dominated by the rise of a beautiful, elegant Japanese estate. Trees, two ponds, a deck reaching out and resting atop the river; a work of historical art nestled away from the noise and bustle.
Having sent Kaoru out for food and to talk with people about the home being open to others for use of the garden, Seimei himself was reclining on the deck over the river, stretched out and dozing while Taisan sat nearby, eyes closed as his hands moved fluidly over the strings of a plain koto, the music rising and falling in harmony with the rush of water beneath the deck.
The doors in the home were open, front and back, leaving a clear line from the entrance to the gardens where the music drifted on the breeze. At Seimei's request, there was a little sign at the door illustrating taking off one's shoes. Not a demand, simply a request. It was a garish thing he didn't want to keep, but he wanted to at least initially indicate it was polite to do, for those without knowledge of the preference.
The home was now open, and Seimei himself was open as well. He had brooded and been bitetr long enough. With recent revelations between himself and Kaoru, and the sudden influx of newcomers, it was simply unreasonable to remain a hermit.
The onmyoji was back in service, socially and professionally.
Open: Open
When: Day 127
Where: The new and improved Hitachiin-Abe Estate
What: Kaoru wanted Seimei to have a house-warming party ages ago and he declined. Now he intends to because its not just his home anymore.
Format: Prose
Warnings: SHOULD be safe...
Yesterday the southern Bastion was suddenly dominated by the rise of a beautiful, elegant Japanese estate. Trees, two ponds, a deck reaching out and resting atop the river; a work of historical art nestled away from the noise and bustle.
Having sent Kaoru out for food and to talk with people about the home being open to others for use of the garden, Seimei himself was reclining on the deck over the river, stretched out and dozing while Taisan sat nearby, eyes closed as his hands moved fluidly over the strings of a plain koto, the music rising and falling in harmony with the rush of water beneath the deck.
The doors in the home were open, front and back, leaving a clear line from the entrance to the gardens where the music drifted on the breeze. At Seimei's request, there was a little sign at the door illustrating taking off one's shoes. Not a demand, simply a request. It was a garish thing he didn't want to keep, but he wanted to at least initially indicate it was polite to do, for those without knowledge of the preference.
The home was now open, and Seimei himself was open as well. He had brooded and been bitetr long enough. With recent revelations between himself and Kaoru, and the sudden influx of newcomers, it was simply unreasonable to remain a hermit.
The onmyoji was back in service, socially and professionally.
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"Frankly, I doubt many people here know about it at all, so unless you say something, you have complete freedom to be whatever sort of person it pleases you to be. Myself, for example. I am trying, at least, to be more available to others, where before I avoided them quite spectacularly. In this new and strange world, I am permitted friendships. However, only if I permit myself to have them as well."
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Seimei obviously thinks more deeply on friendships than Crona does. The meister simply doesn't have enough experience for this.
"I don't know about things like that. People who want to be friends just make themselves your friends. That's what happens."
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He looked away, giving it a moment to settle in before nodding and tilting his gaze to regard them both.
"Yes, but sometimes we make ourselves inaccessible out of fear of the unknown or a lack of willingness to devote the returned effort of being a friend. Among other things. Friendship requires work on the part of both people in order to maintain it. True friendship, anyways. Hm. Do you have anyone you would do anything for, Crona? Someone that you would move the earth and stars for, just to see them safe?"
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Then Seimei's next words freeze Crona again, cutting into things the meister doesn't think should be shared.
"I...." Yes. A nod, because Crona can't manage to talk anymore. Maka. Crona would do anything for Maka. Crona would (almost did) die for Maka. Crona did betray Medusa for Maka (and Medusa was a horrible person, but Crona would never had the strength to fight back if not for Maka).
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"Someone, hm? Good. Not him, though, right?" Seimei asked with a smirk, once more indicating Ragnarok. "Good, though. I was worried about you, but I see I should not be too hasty. What I saw in the swamp was...suffice it to say I was concerned for everyone, not merely myself. I simply have enough to lose now that self preservation was a key motivator."
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Crona's used to Ragnarok, doesn't bother to ignore the insults and more than occasional punches. It isn't like he's wrong. And Crona is also distracted by the thread of conversation, the friendly prying into Crona's most precious secrets.
"... S-she's here now. Maka is." In the swamp, Crona had thought Maka was there, had recoiled from angry words from a statue that crumbled so easily under the shakey press of a hand. But now Maka is here, really in the Bastion, and that means more than the world to Crona. Let everyone else crumble into nothing. Maka is here.
The rest of the man's words are ignored.
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"Nevermind what anyone else says to you, Crona. Nevermind Ragnarok, nevermind anything else. You follow your heart where this is concerned. It would be a pity if your head led you astray and you wound up having one of those missed opportunities."
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But Crona had been willing to die for Maka. Crona had taken a blow through the chest, a strike that would have killed Maka had it hit. Crona had nearly died. For Maka. Maka is everything to Crona.