Otono-Tachibana Makie (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
therewerefifty) wrote2013-11-21 02:43 pm
therewerefifty) wrote2013-11-21 02:43 pm
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[Makie has been feeling restless lately. Usually content to live her days out in obscurity, she finds herself going out of her way to sit and people-watch more and more. It's still much the same thing. She's just...being obscure in company that doesn't notice. Yes. Or something.
If she were honest with herself, she'd know she was looking for someone in particular. She's been thinking of similarities lately. It's a nostalgia and a hurt, deep inside, knowing she will never go back to the person she truly loves. If this is her life now, here in Luceti...surely it's all right to move on and consider another? Even if the similarities she noted are stretched thin by further meetings...
But Makie is rarely honest. So she fidgets and is restless, and today after work at the restaurant, she breaks from usual routine to go shopping. The clothing store, trying on different outfits that aren't as traditional as her normal kimono. She remembers wearing jeans fondly in her other life. She ends up going home with a pair today. (She may never wear them, but hey. You never know.)
She goes to the item store for a more serious look at any hair ornaments she can find, and finds herself faintly regretting she ever cut her hair short. That one last memory, of fingers gently letting her hair down in the moonlight on the bridge. Only the more she thinks about it, the more the faintly disapproving face of her memories is replaced by another.
She goes to the teahouse to try and calm the unsettled feeling to her nerves, and ends up staring into space for a long time, unless interrupted by passers by.
She doesn't visit the battle dome at all, for once. Instead, once she's done at the tea house, she explores the village, hoping for a glimpse of someone in particular. It's...not unusual. She just enjoys the company of someone so intelligent. That's all it is.
There is nothing wrong here whatsoever.]
If she were honest with herself, she'd know she was looking for someone in particular. She's been thinking of similarities lately. It's a nostalgia and a hurt, deep inside, knowing she will never go back to the person she truly loves. If this is her life now, here in Luceti...surely it's all right to move on and consider another? Even if the similarities she noted are stretched thin by further meetings...
But Makie is rarely honest. So she fidgets and is restless, and today after work at the restaurant, she breaks from usual routine to go shopping. The clothing store, trying on different outfits that aren't as traditional as her normal kimono. She remembers wearing jeans fondly in her other life. She ends up going home with a pair today. (She may never wear them, but hey. You never know.)
She goes to the item store for a more serious look at any hair ornaments she can find, and finds herself faintly regretting she ever cut her hair short. That one last memory, of fingers gently letting her hair down in the moonlight on the bridge. Only the more she thinks about it, the more the faintly disapproving face of her memories is replaced by another.
She goes to the teahouse to try and calm the unsettled feeling to her nerves, and ends up staring into space for a long time, unless interrupted by passers by.
She doesn't visit the battle dome at all, for once. Instead, once she's done at the tea house, she explores the village, hoping for a glimpse of someone in particular. It's...not unusual. She just enjoys the company of someone so intelligent. That's all it is.
There is nothing wrong here whatsoever.]
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Don't think I would either. Change is what keeps things interesting, after all. Having the weather be exactly the same all the time would be incredibly dull.
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[And here they are talking about the weather. Heh. She peers down at coffee.]
What is this made of, do you know?
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[Shuda blinks for a moment, actually having to stop to consider this.]
I think it's some kind of bean. I tend not to ask too many questions about where my food came from myself.
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[Maybe it's a western thing. Ah, well. She does feel a little more clearheaded.]
...where is it you are from, Mr Shuda? Do you mind my asking?
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[Then, by way of explanation, he adds:]
I used to be a bounty hunter when I was younger. And more full of myself.
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What was it like? Bounty hunting.
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I had quite a reputation back in the day. [He smirks, looking more than a little proud of himself.] Best bounty hunter on the continent.
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[She can think of a couple of people he'd get along with.]
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[Everyone always underestimates Makie. But then again, it also means she's capable of just passing as a normal woman. That's kind of nice.]
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[Because, frankly, Shuda is the sort of person who is perfectly content to be left alone most of the time. He doesn't mesh well with most people and he knows that.]
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[For a moment, his expression grows distant, as if he's remembering something. It doesn't last long, though.]
What about you? What did you do in your world?
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Many things, actually. My mother died in a lot of debt, so I was attempting to pay it off. Do you have...geisha in your world?
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[Honestly, even if she were to tell him that, he wouldn't judge. How could he? It would be hypocritical.]
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[Well. She'd also quit and was heading home to commit patricide, but let's leave that out...]
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[Which fits with the image she gives off, he realizes. She seems very composed and refined, even sitting and spacing out over a cup of coffee as she is.]
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[The men were pigs, but this is a universal thing in such places.]
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[Not that he would really be interested, but other people might.]
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I don't miss it. It was merely a means to an end.
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[He'd had two objectives: to earn money and to become stronger. Bounty hunting had been an excellent way to achieve both of those things.]
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...so I suppose Luceti is rather quiet for both of us.
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I don't mind it. I'm finding the quiet isn't as bad as I'd thought.
... when it is quiet. Living with two teenagers means there isn't much of that.
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