Otono-Tachibana Makie (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
therewerefifty) wrote2013-06-28 01:11 pm
therewerefifty) wrote2013-06-28 01:11 pm
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[The day she spends like most, in her usual haunts; she works at Seventh Heaven, she trains deep in the forest. She finds time for a cup of tea in there somewhere. Makie keeps wrapped up more than usual; she's felt a little off, lately, so in case of oncoming summer colds she tries to take care of herself.
She looks for a man. (A particular one, hush.) Still can't find him.
She finally gathers her courage and returns to the smithy to see if someone can repair her weapon. Hopefully she'll see that boy again; he already knows. And if not, she'll just weather any awkwardness. Makie's slowly coming to the realisation that here in this village, it doesn't really matter, but old habits die hard.
When she finally returns home in the evening, she makes a cautious post to the network. She doesn't want to leave this any longer.
...does she really just need to write into the book? Well, then.]
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I'm looking for a gentleman I met during the time that... Twila arrived in Luceti. Sir, I never caught your name, but I would like to talk to you, if I may. I was the woman with the shamisen that [...uh.] spoke to you from the rooftops in the plaza.
[...this is awkward. She stops there.
Whatever responses she might get, Makie fails to close the journal when she's done. Which doesn't altogether mean that much given there's dead silence for some hours afterward, as she just curls up with a book to read. It's punctuated maybe once by a fit of coughing.
It's only when it reaches about 9.30 that evening that a few stray experimental notes of her shamisen can be heard. And then Makie starts playing. Sorry, any early sleepers. At least it's likely she won't be playing for long. >>;; Learning journal etiquette the hard way.]
She looks for a man. (A particular one, hush.) Still can't find him.
She finally gathers her courage and returns to the smithy to see if someone can repair her weapon. Hopefully she'll see that boy again; he already knows. And if not, she'll just weather any awkwardness. Makie's slowly coming to the realisation that here in this village, it doesn't really matter, but old habits die hard.
When she finally returns home in the evening, she makes a cautious post to the network. She doesn't want to leave this any longer.
...does she really just need to write into the book? Well, then.]
[Written]
I'm looking for a gentleman I met during the time that... Twila arrived in Luceti. Sir, I never caught your name, but I would like to talk to you, if I may. I was the woman with the shamisen that [...uh.] spoke to you from the rooftops in the plaza.
[...this is awkward. She stops there.
Whatever responses she might get, Makie fails to close the journal when she's done. Which doesn't altogether mean that much given there's dead silence for some hours afterward, as she just curls up with a book to read. It's punctuated maybe once by a fit of coughing.
It's only when it reaches about 9.30 that evening that a few stray experimental notes of her shamisen can be heard. And then Makie starts playing. Sorry, any early sleepers. At least it's likely she won't be playing for long. >>;; Learning journal etiquette the hard way.]
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You yourself are not a priest, then?
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[That's somehow easier to stomach than the thought of someone this young dealing with demons.]
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[Unlike his brother . . . ]
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Do you find it hard?
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You know what he's just going to revel in it. Heeeeh. You know, his break is probably over, so he stretches and makes to stand now]
Thanks for talkin' with me, Makie.
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You're... welcome. Have a good afternoon, Rin.
[Back to washing she goes.]