awashlogs | assorted disasters feat. resident disaster boy

[Okuyasu, for his part, doesn't seem deterred by any lack of enthusiasm or... unexpected questions.]

Am I gonna what? What for?

[To be fair, they kind of already are separated by color if not by law or something, but Okuyasu doesn't care one lick for any of that, so never mind it. He marches away from the well and closer to the two men, though not quite close enough to go from Loud to "reasonable conversation distance" volume.

It's fine.] I'm Okuyasu Nijimura, from blue. [And then, abruptly much less loud and serious--] Yo, are you guys Italian? Sweet.

[okuyasu "i know one whole italian guy at home" nijimura, reporting]

Caramia, you can't just give out information like that...! Honestly... This is why he's the don, and Kyrie is the consigliere. It's like goddamn amatuer hour up in here.

Still, it's admittedly a bit of a relief to have that idiot so ready to defend the pair of them if need be. It puts him more at ease, and he relaxes his own stance as Caramia does.

"Okuyasu...?" He remembers that name. If his disappointment shows in his tone (and it surely does), he's not going to apologize for it. "You were the one who wanted to dig beneath the well."

He'll let Caramia handle the question of their home, because honestly, he's not going to let this part go.

[ He can give out whatever information he pleases, damn it. He's the boss.

Still, that name didn't really ring a bell with Caramia, but he wasn't all too surprised Kyrie knew of him. Who's surprised Kyrie spent his time lurking on the forum? Not this lion.

And unlike Kyrie, he's not going to be an ass about introductions. Okuyasu even got a pleasant smile from him. ]

Nice to meet you, Okuyasu. I'm Caramia, and my impolite friend here is Kyrie.

[ Caramia didn't bother answering his other question. It was best to let him assume he was, in fact, Italian, and not have to go into the whole explaining that he was A.) a lion, and B.) not from Earth, but rather a place called "Oz". Sometimes, that kind of stuff got exhausting. ]

[Okuyasu waits... and waits a few extra, somewhat awkward seconds for an answer to his question, because he's pretty sure that was an Italian word, but no one seems to want to answer his very simple inquiry. Okay. Sure... he can go with it... okay.

So, uh.]

Yeah... that's me. I drew a picture, too.

[He frowns; you could hear a pin drop for how he's actually quiet now instead of shouting down the street.]

So you guys know shit about this story quest, or nah?

Alright, look, Kyrie honestly expected Caramia to answer that one. He even casts a quick glance his way, as if to judge him for not answering it. Oh well. At least Okuyasu can roll with the punches.

"Yes, I suppose by definition alone it was a picture."

It's unfortunately something he can recall quite clearly. Even more unfortunately though, is that his own expression only hardens as Okuyasu continues. The story quest... That certainly doesn't sound like something he wants to deal with right now, and yet here he seems to be. In fact, if he weren't so sure that Caramia would tug him right back--snapping something like, "Oi, wait, Kyrie--! Don't you think we should at least try?" like the optimistic moron he is--he might very well try to walk away.

"...What we know for certain is going to be limited to was was provided." He sounds tired but you know what, he can bullshit his way through this, surely. "But if you're asking if we have theories, that's another topic entirely."

[ Sorry, Okuyasu, it doesn't look like either one of these nerds are on the same page. It's not Caramia's turn to explain they're basically magic aliens for the billionth time, Kyrie. Geez!!

Caramia's actually surprised Kyrie didn't try walking away. Not that it would've gone differently than what he predicted, but all the same, he could've easily talked his way out of it, regardless. After all, Kyrie's not exactly known for trying his best to not make himself out to be a jerk in front of people. ]

We could figure something out, I'm sure. It's not the most straightforward of those that were given, but probably the simplest. [ Plus, it had something to do with stories, and Caramia was quite fond of those. ]

[Flat stare.......... work with him, grumpy dude. He doesn't know "semantics" is a term but he does know "stop fucking nitpicking, for fuck's sake," so imagine one of those comes along unsaid with his raised eyebrow. Okay...]

Sure, whatever. Look, we got all the colors right here, so let's just do it.

Kyrie works with no one, unless it directly benefits him. Or if Caramia says to, as his don, but even then it's iffy.

Fortunately, in this case, it's as good as the latter.

"Very well," he sighs. But then he continues, "Do we intend to 'do it' right out here in the open? We could at least find someplace more comfortable."

Phrasing...

[ That's a bit contradictory. "Kyrie works with no one. Except Caramia. And who Caramia involves himself with. And thus, Kyrie works with everyone, because Caramia is a fucking social butterfly." Hmm...

~~Also, let's stop saying "do it" so casually out in the open y'all.~~ ]

We don't need an unwanted audience, either. Plus, I agree with Kyrie, we should find someplace comfortable. Something like this can get quite long. [ Caramia, no... ]

[Hm, he needs an adult...]

Seriously? I'm not trying to spend all day with you guys. But I guess, sure...

[He shrugs and gestures for them to pick someplace; his job was getting the band together (according to only him) and he did that, so!! They're up.]

Let's go, I got other shit to do.

Goodnight everybody!

Without further ado, Kyrie just. Leaves. He's gonna go find someplace to sit, since he also has 'other shit to do'.

"If either of you take too long, I'll leave. I have no interest in wasting my time reminiscing with idiots."

[ But Okuyasu, you have two adults right here........

Still, Caramia gave Okuyasu a skeptical look at his "other shit to do". Did any of them really have anything else to do? Besides dumb ideas like digging under the well, of course. Because that wasn't happening. Maybe it was better to keep this long so this child wouldn't do something dumb. Regardless, for now, he'd simply catch up with his impatient consigliere. ]

Yeah, yeah. Calm down.

[These are the worst adults possible, perhaps?! Nah, actually no, but Kyrie is just leaving... But telling them not to waste time, so is he supposed to follow?

Well, he's doing that anyway, so here he is following behind them both.]

You go first, then, so it doesn't matter when you get bored and stop listening. What a piece of work.

There are worse adults. Kyrie could name one in a heartbeat if only he were aware of the topic.

As it stands though, he only sighs, stopping short of the beginnings of Ruga so he can lean with nearly tangible disinterest against the bricks of one of the nearer buildings.

"I haven't decided yet if you're worth the effort." He offers a faint shrug before looking to Caramia instead with a small smile. "Caramia, won't you go instead?"

Gotta make him do all the work, after all.

[ THIS is "comfortable"?! Come on, Kyrie, the LEAST you could've done was found them some, I dunno, LOGS or something to sit on.

Oh, AND he has to go first?! What the hell... ]

Really? Are you both just going to shove the responsibility off?

[ He wasn't sure about what story to even tell! He's read so many books in his lifetime-- or maybe it was supposed to be a story about himself? Why couldn't the damn quests just specify? ]

I guess I could talk about my childhood a bit. I can't say it's very entertaining, though... Would that suffice?

[There's nowhere to sit... at all... will Okuyasu wind up just squatting on the ground? Yes, in due time.

Anyway, thanks a lot... he rolls his eyes, but-] Whatever, I didn't wanna go first anyway.

[So there!!]

Just talk about something.

Listen. This is better than standing out in the middle of the center, isn't it? And anyway, it's not as if he has any conveniently placed chaise lounges to pull up for the three of them. Damn. Picky shits.

Anyway, Kyrie's comfortable. Or at least comfortable enough, and that's really all that matters here.

"Most any story you choose will be as unentertaining as the last, Caramia. Let's just hope the quest doesn't rely on quality alone."

Alright everybody fasten your seat belts for a cheery rendition of the goddamn Lion King.

[ As if! Caramia doesn't intend on making it a long story. He might've been a wee baby, but it was still rather embarrassing to tell the story of how he got separated from his pride. ]

Thanks, you two. You're a very inspiring and enthused audience. [ He said, with a sigh and a roll of his eyes. Still, he'd continue, because neither one of these losers were going to, were they? ]

Let's see... My mother had two others along side me, and I never really got to know my father. Mom was very protective of us, though, as mothers generally are. I played with my siblings, but I would get too nervous to venture too far away from the adults. They told us stories of the other beasts in the forest that could easily rip us in two, and I couldn't help but fear running into them.

One night, I had gotten particularly frightened by the big looming shadows in the night, and the wind was rather harsh and making noises that I remember were near-deafening at the time, and before my mother had a chance to come find me, I had ran off, thinking to hide. For a while, I thought I'd be okay, but... I was unable to find my pride- er- my family again. So, I stayed in the forest where I could safely hide if I needed to, and just hunt for small creatures hoping I'd be found if I stayed put.

[ There's a short glance at Kyrie. ] I was, eventually. Not by my family, but by my good friend here. [ There was also a tin man, too, but whatever. ]

Edited 2018-04-21 03:43 (UTC)

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