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dissonates) wrote2011-10-19 12:11 am
dissonates) wrote2011-10-19 12:11 am
[Action] (backdated to the 18th)
[Since this happened, Asch hasn't been entirely sure what to do with himself. He eats breakfast, he reads a little. He wanders through the village for a while, aimlessly and calm despite the bad news. It's a normal day. A nice day, even. Luceti is blissfully aware of his loss, and he likes it that way. There is no house to burn, no alcohol to waste, no friend to garner comfort from. There's the village, and there's the memories, and there's that coldness in his heart creeping up again. As usual. It's just another going-home situation, and that's become typical of this place. Maybe people are happy. She's gone back. She's free.
She's dead.
He needs to hit something, so he goes to the Battle Dome for a while. Normal. Everything is normal.
Eventually he'll make his way north- first to House 34, to get whatever Norma has for him. Then he moves on to the cherry blossom trees beyond the edge of the village. And then, finally, he finishes his wandering in the woods not far from the 2nd apartment building, tucked under a tree with a pad of paper and a few pieces of charcoal. He'll be there until the sun gets too low to see.
After that, well... who knows. But he won't return to the apartment until well after dark.]
She's dead.
He needs to hit something, so he goes to the Battle Dome for a while. Normal. Everything is normal.
Eventually he'll make his way north- first to House 34, to get whatever Norma has for him. Then he moves on to the cherry blossom trees beyond the edge of the village. And then, finally, he finishes his wandering in the woods not far from the 2nd apartment building, tucked under a tree with a pad of paper and a few pieces of charcoal. He'll be there until the sun gets too low to see.
After that, well... who knows. But he won't return to the apartment until well after dark.]
[Action] bean buns are way better
...and he doesn't want to say.]
How do you get so skilled at art? Is it something you've practiced for a long time?
[Action] yes they are. :|b and I should not tag at 7am.
I've painted since I was able to hold a brush in my hand, and maybe even before that, with my hands. We poncles are taught to love art in every form...and we're taught by a skilled master. [Ishaku was the sixth Celestial Envoy. Even if he was pretty strict sometimes, he was a very good teacher.] We practice until he deems us good enough, or when our paintings, our art, can instill strong emotion into the hearts of those looking into them.
I've been alive for many, many years...and I'm still not good enough. My paintings don't do that...and now--
[Oops, too much. Clamming up now.]
[Action] nonsense, 7am is optimal tagging time
And now?
[That might give him a moment to ponder the rest of what she said, at least. Still not good enough? So she's overly critical, then? Maybe it's an artist thing. He's never satisfied with what he draws, either, but he knows why, at least.]
[Action] not when you don't fall asleep til 2. |Db
[Her smile, brief as it is, is deceptive. And final. Miyabi's not willing to talk about her penalty right now. Even if she painted some, it's still strange and kind of scary for her. Her margin of error increased tenfold, and the anxiety of screwing up made her uncomfortable even speaking about painting. But when she did, moments ago, there was warmth in her voice - passion. Miyabi missed it.
But this isn't about her right now. She goes to sit on one of the huge roots of the towering cherry tree, finishing off her bean bun.]
Why are you really here, Asch? Are you interested in art now? [Because, man, she does not believe that completely.]
[Action] oh well that is a little silly, yes.
I can draw. But I can't draw like you. There's no life in what I put on paper.
[Usually, he doesn't care. Truth be told, he doesn't even notice.
Not today, though. Not this time. He needs this to be special, just once.]
[Action] shut uuup. )8
Somewhere, somewhere...ha! There. Unfurling a cloth on her lap, she takes out a stick of charcoal, well used so it has a slight point.]
...I'm not a teacher, and I'm not a master. I'm still learning myself, but...there isn't life here, you're right. What I can say is that the body, the face, everything has a certain fluidity... [And she begins scrawling in the lower, unused corner of the picture. It's a similar picture, but at a different angel, with more movement and life.] You can't just look at the world and expect it so stand still for you. You capture the world as it is - moving, breathing...living.
[When she's done, she hands the sketchpad back to Asch.] I can't teach you how to add life to things; that's something you'll have to learn for yourself. I can only show you your errors, and correct them.
[Action] noooo /awesomeface
So that's why...
Closing his eyes briefly, he glances over at the nearest cherry tree, its branches blowing in the breeze. It has a life to it, even though the tree itself isn't moving about. Like the spirits of this place, it has colour, energy, force. Like fonons, there's a flow in all things.
Fonons... why didn't that occur to him before? Since childhood he's learned to feel the flow of life through everything- himself, his surroundings, his enemies. This place, and the people here, may not have the same exact cells, but they have an energy to them much like the fonons he's used to. All he needs to do, instead of using the fonons he observes to create a glyph, is to create an image instead.
And then not blow it up. ...Right. Focusing silently, he lifts a piece of charcoal and begins to draw.]
[Action] /FLIPS
Everything looked dead to her, cold and lifeless, but it wasn't. The tree was still waving in the chill autumn winds, the lingering blossoms, long dead, danced in the breeze, only to fall,forgotten, on the ground. A final dance on the wind. Even if the tree was dying, it wasn't dead yet. Colorless, but still so very alive in every respect.
Miyabi closed her eyes, breathing out slowly. A kind relief escaping her in that breath. She can't see it as well as she could before, but she could still feel the world pulsing and living around her. She continues breathing slowly, eyes closed, as Asch doodles, meditating.]
[Action] /SAILS
Didn't he do this in Daath, before the coldness and the apathy set in? Before he started to kill people? Maybe he stopped caring about the life around him because it was no longer an important aspect of his own.
It's... something of a revelation, that.]
[Action]
Miyabi flips through the sketches, making only very subtle changes. There aren't many, and when she sees the doodle of the branch, she tilts her head with a smile, then looks back up to Asch.]
...Can I keep this? It's very good, you're very good, Asch. You learn quickly, and...and I think I learned something, too.
So, thank you. Very much. [And in the deepest form of thanks and respect, Miyabi bows. Maybe she'll start painting again. One color, or even just black ink. She just wants to paint.]
[Action]
Should he ask? Probably not. He has a feeling she won't tell him anyway, which suits him fine. She's smiling now, so...
...Augh. This is hard. Better to just ignore the whole issue.]
[Action]
[And that is a promise. Miyabi's kept every piece of art she received from people safe in her room. Inside a leather bound folio of sorts. She even has ones others would consider terrible (like Luffy's art skills). Miyabi doesn't care about skill, so long as there's heart there.]
So, why are you sudden;y taking an interest in drawing like this? ...You want to draw something special, don't you? [Because, well, like she said once before - you are rather easy to read, Asch. And the pieces fit together.]
[Action]
There's no reason, don't be stupid! What, I'm told I need to get a hobby and when I try all I get is questions?
[Action]
I wish you luck with your special picture, Asch.
[Action]
...Tch. Whatever.