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WHO: Haru Okumura and you!
WHERE: The town, and everywhere else.
WHEN: Catch-all for June.
WHAT: A few open prompts! But people are also free to make their own.
WARNINGS: Mentions of animal and human death, probably.
action: june 3rd through 10th.
[ Although her favourite place is the garden, there are few places Haru wouldn't wander to. Even though to distrcts bluo and flavo when the mood calls for it, although they're not her home, or through to the well, or skirting the edge of the forest - for all she knows not to venture into that last one.
With a smile, she'll look up and wave at whoever happens across her path, but when glances catch--
She's a child again, with stubby arms and little legs hidden underneath a dress that seems more frill than anything, constantly running, bandaids perpetually at her shins, hair still a mess of fluff. Back then, their house hadn't been quite so big but Father was home more often, his bushy brows set over a smile that stretches his cheeks.
"What are you doing, Haru?"
At their sitting room's coffee table, Haru has strewn around papers and calculators. There's even a clipboard, although nothing is attached to it. Stuffed animals sit around the table. Every single one of them is wearing a tie, although they're not properly tied in the slightest.
"I'm having a business meeting."
Her father laughs and kisses the top of her head, and the memory ends.
... Letting out a gasp, Haru's expression nearly buckles into something stricken, before composing into a much simpler sadness. Very faintly, some tears line her lower eyelashes, scattering only on a forced blink. She doesn't attempt eye contact a second time. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Of course, no one else has seen what she's seen. Merely, a young woman becoming emotional at the drop of a hat. ]
action: the rest of the time.
[ Although her favourite place is the garden, there are few places Haru wouldn't wander to. Even though to distrcts bluo and flavo when the mood calls for it, although they're not her home, or through to the well, or skirting the edge of the forest - for all she knows not to venture into that last one.
Wait, didn't we do this already?
This time, though, there are no painful memories. Probably. ]
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I was hoping people could tell me what their favourite food is! I'd be very grateful.
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propast c: )
WHERE: The town, and everywhere else.
WHEN: Catch-all for June.
WHAT: A few open prompts! But people are also free to make their own.
WARNINGS: Mentions of animal and human death, probably.
action: june 3rd through 10th.
[ Although her favourite place is the garden, there are few places Haru wouldn't wander to. Even though to distrcts bluo and flavo when the mood calls for it, although they're not her home, or through to the well, or skirting the edge of the forest - for all she knows not to venture into that last one.
With a smile, she'll look up and wave at whoever happens across her path, but when glances catch--
She's a child again, with stubby arms and little legs hidden underneath a dress that seems more frill than anything, constantly running, bandaids perpetually at her shins, hair still a mess of fluff. Back then, their house hadn't been quite so big but Father was home more often, his bushy brows set over a smile that stretches his cheeks.
"What are you doing, Haru?"
At their sitting room's coffee table, Haru has strewn around papers and calculators. There's even a clipboard, although nothing is attached to it. Stuffed animals sit around the table. Every single one of them is wearing a tie, although they're not properly tied in the slightest.
"I'm having a business meeting."
Her father laughs and kisses the top of her head, and the memory ends.
... Letting out a gasp, Haru's expression nearly buckles into something stricken, before composing into a much simpler sadness. Very faintly, some tears line her lower eyelashes, scattering only on a forced blink. She doesn't attempt eye contact a second time. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Of course, no one else has seen what she's seen. Merely, a young woman becoming emotional at the drop of a hat. ]
action: the rest of the time.
[ Although her favourite place is the garden, there are few places Haru wouldn't wander to. Even though to distrcts bluo and flavo when the mood calls for it, although they're not her home, or through to the well, or skirting the edge of the forest - for all she knows not to venture into that last one.
Wait, didn't we do this already?
This time, though, there are no painful memories. Probably. ]
text.
[ user: #ED2939 - open posting! ]
I was hoping people could tell me what their favourite food is! I'd be very grateful.
wildcard.
( Whatever else your heart desires! For plotting, I can be found at
6/5
He's giving a polite nod to the girl in his path when there's a flash of - something in her expression, and his first thought, naturally, is: what did I do. ]
Are you okay?
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I... I'm fine.
[ She swipes at her cheek with one hand. ]
Please, do not worry about me.
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[ Because he's already worried, because she does not look fine in the least. ]
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[ Whether he believes it or not (and he doesn't, clearly) is up to him. ]
I hope I didn't interrupt your day.
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[ A slight headtilt to indicate the trees behind them. It is, after all, a pretty nasty place. Better to make sure nobody gets caught unawares...and none of the nasties decide to come out. ]
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That's very noble of you.
[ ... she sniffles again, and swipes at her eyes with rare impatience. ]
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[ There's not really much of anything that he'd consider noble about himself. More like a lot of weak attempts to make up for a lot of wrong that he'll never make up for. ]
I don't want to press if it's something you don't want to discuss. Especially with a stranger. [ Because boy oh boy, does he understand not wanting to discuss things. ] But if there's anything I can do...?
6/5
He comes closer, offering a hand should she need it to steady herself and tries to give her a gentle reassuring smile.]
Nah, I should be sorry. I got a real scary face, right? [A small joke to break that tension, pretending it's the cause for her broken composure instead.] Are you doing okay?
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[ Haru stops to get her voice together, sucking in a breath. It's a bit shakily done. She's clearly rattled, but she's doing her best to rein it in. None of it is Sora's fault, after all. In fact, his little joke almost wins a smile from her. (Almost.) ]
I'm fine. My punishment is being a little hard to deal with, but I'll be okay.
[ She tries to draw her shoulders up a little higher, giving the illusion of strength. ]
Thank you for stopping to check on me.
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[A lot of people have been getting them. Sora seemed to have slipped by and passed by hair but the test itself was pretty steep on a lot of people. It was almost unfair.]
You're welcome. Is there anything I can do to help you?
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[ Her eyes keep to the ground a moment longer, before eventually rising. Not at his face, no. Haru's gaze remains safely lodged over his shoulder. Hopefully he doesn't think that she's rude because of it. :( ]
That's very kind of you to offer. Um...
[ She doesn't really want to be alone right now. ]
Can you come with me to the garden?
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He nods quickly, his smile coming back.] Yeah, of course. Let's hang out.
[He doesn't mind talking. She seems like she needs to talk.] My name's Sora, by the way.
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[ She had half-expected her request to be denied, although Haru couldn't begin to say why. He didn't, though, and her mood rises in small degrees. It'll be nice to have company and lessening the possibility of other encounters is a fringe benefit. ]
My name is Haru Okumura.
I hope you won't be offended if I don't look at you. It's a condition of my punishment.
[ case in point, eyes remain down ]
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It's alright. [He still smiles,] I'm sure these punishments will only be for a little while. It'll wear off.
[They have to. Or that would just be so terrible.]
6/4 ; well
So he's out and about as usual, doing his usual Minato thing, when he spies Haru. He lifts a hand from his pocket to greet her, and...
Oh. That's... a stricken expression, digging at a wound that's still fresh if he knows any sorts of expressions at all, and Minato's own expression grows more serious as he steps closer carefully.]
Okumura-san...?
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[ She does her best to keep her eyes frozen to the ground. As rude as it is, it's preferable to the alternative right now. These reveries are painful and intrusive, and she's struggling to cope with them. ]
I'm sorry. [ She can barely get her words together-- ] I'm not in your way, am I?
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He's worried. Of course he is. He frowns to himself, and murmurs a quiet:]
No, it's fine.
... Something happened, didn't it?
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This is just a guess, but... I think whenever I look someone in the eyes, I'm forced to relive a memory from my childhood.
Not a particular memory, just any happy one-- from before I was the only Okumura left.
[ surprise, they're orphan buddies
seriously, this legit just occurred to me right now ]
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... Sorry. I didn't realize it was something like that.
That's...a pretty tough punishment.
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[ She shakes her head, ostensibly waving off his apologies -- as kind as they are. ]
I hope it's alright if I don't look at you.
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[Of course he doesn't; he understands it probably better than expected.]
... I'm sure there's a lot to your situation I don't understand, but... [Softly:] I think if I was seeing memories of my parents again, I'd be really overwhelmed too.
[Orphan buddies!]
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[ Well, that's a thing. Haru's expression grows even more sorrowful, eyes drooping downward. She still doesn't risk looking at him, even if her gaze nearly flicks upward for a second.
She doesn't offer her own sympathies quite yet. It would feel too trite by far. ]
You're right. Overwhelmed is a very good word for it, I think. I know it won't be forever, though.
Are you doing alright?
[ Asking, in her own way, if he himself was punished. ]
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[So, so sleepy. He'll live, though. For now, anyway.]
It's not a punishment that's anywhere near as bad as yours, so please don't worry about me.
#ffff99 - text
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[ Well, eventually. ]
For now, I'm just trying to get a sense of what produce people like.
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[ this concept is baffling O: ]
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Nevermind. Just don't put yourself into extra strain or feel guilty over anything you can't make here.
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Oh, don't worry. I don't intend to make this too hard on myself.
If you would like to answer my question, I'd be very grateful.
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June 3rd
She was a Persona user, that much was certain. Perhaps, like the others, she didn't know he could sense other users out, and so he kept quiet about it.
But something had happened as he walked closer. Perhaps, like himself, and many others as he was quickly learning, she had been affected by an effect of some sort. So when she speaks up, he idly pushes his glasses up his nose. His pose is business-like. Haru would quickly notice in speech, posture and movement, that this was someone who was in the same world as her father had been.]
Tell me, are you alright, Miss?
[Yet there as a certain gentleness to him.]
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Um.
[ She takes a step back.
As far as wary gestures go, it's hardly subtle. Her expression seems to scrunch together, eyes narrowed and a little sad. ]
Thank you for your concern. I'm fine.
Do you know anything about Persona 2 I will do my best to explain
[From the way he looks at her, he hardly seems convinced. Quickly, he brings out his pocket a handkerchief, the same bluish color that it matches his scarf, the number 1 pattern sewn in on the side. He doesn't move closer to her, rather just sticks it out.]
Here. I can't speak for all of us here, but a few of those I know have had strange...things...happen to them today, including myself.
I'm familiar.
I'm sorry to hear that.
[ It might be easier for her to talk about him than herself. ]
Are you alright?
Awesome and sorry for the late reply!
It is...a bit troubling to see someone I care about as a ghost around my house...and yet it is oddly comforting. I have a feeling it is related to what has happened recently with the birds on our shoulders.
6/3
Silently, he changes directions, dropping a handkerchief on her lap without a word as he continues on his way to see Lily. ]
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Letting him continue on his path, Haru goes the other way, dabbing at her eyes until they're dry. ]
6/9
But he's made it outside, sitting on the stoop, when Haru crosses his path. For a moment, their eyes meet, and then...
And then Haru is tearing up, and Akira's heart jolts, and he himself gets up from his seat, though he can't move very well.]
Haru...?
[What's wrong?]
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He's the last person she wants to tell about this, in truth. It's such a wide margin from the Haru Okumura he knows. She feels lost, uncertain - and very unlike herself.
She doesn't risk meeting his eyes again, even as she shakes off the worst of the upset. ]
It's not what you think.
[ She'll add, hoping that it'll make it better-- ] I think this is my punishment for failing their test.
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...I see.
[He hesitates a moment, then comes a little closer, the ball dragging slowly behind him. He knows Haru hasn't even begun to heal the way she has back home; he can only imagine what her punishment might be, but...]
Do you want to talk about it, or...?
[Or not. Either way, Akira will abide by her decision here. He just wants to help.]