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ioduanlogs2018-02-22 12:03 pm
powertotearer) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-02-22 12:03 pm
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Characters: Eiji, OTA
Date: Feb 22 - 24
Location: Around Aifaran and the Dreaming Bridge
Situation: Friendship knots, sensory loss, and talents
Warnings/Rating: None yet
1 - Arts 5
Eiji's spent quite a bit of time learning the different knots from the Tifaut's booths around the city, and he's gotten good enough that a couple of people around have commissioned him to make some--partly because it's more personal than buying them at a stall, and partly because he can't bring himself to charge very much other than what someone wants to donate.
Come to pick one up? Come to help and make some money yourself? Or just want to talk? He's mostly at the beach.
2 - Vision
It happens as he walks back to the Dreaming Bridge--his eyes suddenly turn purple, and as he looks ahead at the city, he can barely make it out. Everything has lost its detail, like he's getting poor TV reception, and the colors he's picking up are distorted.
"Not again," he whispers, stumbling backwards in fear. There's no way he can find his way back on his own.
3 - Talent: Restoration
The moments of vision loss have gone away for now, but nothing's changed about Eiji's sense of taste being gone. Still, he tries to help out in the Dreaming Bridge's kitchen, and even if he can't taste anything that's being made, he can at least sort out the vegetables that are starting to go bad.
He sniffs some kind of milk-like liquid and makes a face.
"Okay, I think that's starting to go."
Except...no, it's not, all of a sudden. He feels some kind of weird sensation, and he thinks he's about to have another bout of sensory loss, but...no. The milk, or whatever it is, suddenly seems to smell right.
He looks over to someone else there.
"Uh, can you smell this for me? I thought it might be going bad, but now I'm not sure."
Date: Feb 22 - 24
Location: Around Aifaran and the Dreaming Bridge
Situation: Friendship knots, sensory loss, and talents
Warnings/Rating: None yet
1 - Arts 5
Eiji's spent quite a bit of time learning the different knots from the Tifaut's booths around the city, and he's gotten good enough that a couple of people around have commissioned him to make some--partly because it's more personal than buying them at a stall, and partly because he can't bring himself to charge very much other than what someone wants to donate.
Come to pick one up? Come to help and make some money yourself? Or just want to talk? He's mostly at the beach.
2 - Vision
It happens as he walks back to the Dreaming Bridge--his eyes suddenly turn purple, and as he looks ahead at the city, he can barely make it out. Everything has lost its detail, like he's getting poor TV reception, and the colors he's picking up are distorted.
"Not again," he whispers, stumbling backwards in fear. There's no way he can find his way back on his own.
3 - Talent: Restoration
The moments of vision loss have gone away for now, but nothing's changed about Eiji's sense of taste being gone. Still, he tries to help out in the Dreaming Bridge's kitchen, and even if he can't taste anything that's being made, he can at least sort out the vegetables that are starting to go bad.
He sniffs some kind of milk-like liquid and makes a face.
"Okay, I think that's starting to go."
Except...no, it's not, all of a sudden. He feels some kind of weird sensation, and he thinks he's about to have another bout of sensory loss, but...no. The milk, or whatever it is, suddenly seems to smell right.
He looks over to someone else there.
"Uh, can you smell this for me? I thought it might be going bad, but now I'm not sure."
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He lets his eyes wander the stretch of beach that surrounds them, before peering back at Eiji inquisitively. "And it occurs to me I thought to ask your name." He dips his head and a bit of his upper torso in a slightly theatrical little bow. "I am called the Fool."
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"I'm glad. I was really worried."
He blinks for a moment at the theatrics and name before answering, "I'm Eiji."
He wants to ask about the name, he really does. But he's also afraid that he'll end up offending the Fool by asking. Still, the curiosity might still be written all over his face.
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Or, well-ish. In the process of becoming hale and whole again. He can't complain--though he can see the curiosity in Eiji's face after he introduces himself. His smile widens. "An odd name, I know. Yet it is the one I choose to go by."
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Eiji looks embarrassed. He really didn't mean to look that obvious about his curiosity.
"...Sorry, if that offended you, or anything."
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"No, it's okay. I've just been making knots."