Log cast: Ayanojou, Rosuto/Tomo, Ayame/Soi, Sakura, Touga
Log date: 3/22/99
Log synopsis: Ayanojou and Rosuto watch the sun rise together, the
scenery inspiring a surprisingly comfortable atmosphere between the
two. Yet the interlude is interrupted as Ayame wanders in, and
tensions rise when a sleep-deprived Tomo lashes out at her.
Ayanojou walks down the street, a shoppingbag hanging on his wrist idly,
as the hand is propped on his hip. His other hand is dropped loosely,
swinging slightly as he walks down the street. Aya-kun's head is tilted
in thought, as he looks up at the city lights.
Rosuto is seated on the steps in front of the Douwa Theatre, arms folded
over his legs, leaning back slightly into the door. His own expression
is distant, distracted as well, but clarity returns when a familiar
redhead catches his eye. "Aboratsubo-san?"
Ayanojou stops, and turns on one heel, at the sound of Rosuto's voice.
He looks down, raising an eyebrow, before smiling slightly. "..ah,
hello there, Hensou-san." He walks over near to you. "How are you this
eveni-well, it's really morning, now, I suppose. But either way, how
are you?"
"Same difference," Rosuto comments mildly, unfolding an arm to rest his
hand on the paved stair beside. "And I'm well, thank you... Yourself?"
Ayanojou slips his hand off his hip to hold his bag, which he hefts
lightly, jostling the things inside. "Just finished shopping for a few
things." He pushes his mouth to oneside, and asks, "May I sit with
you?"
Rosuto lifts his hand, indicating the place beside him with a crooked
smile, his eyes bemused as he watches the young man. "This early in the
morning?" he queries amusedly.
"The store I went to has.. odd hours." He chuckles and sets the bag
down, before sitting next to you. His long legs poke up like gothic
arches, onto which he leans his arms, hands folded upon each other.
"I've been up all night. Thinking, mostly."
The dark-haired young man starts to comment on the hours, then thinks
better of it, instead tactfully keeping his thoughts to himself for
once. He watches Ayanojou, the gold in his otherwise brown eyes far
more metallic and noticeable than usual. "How constructive of you.....
What about?"
Ayanojou says "The weight of beliefs versus will versus hearts, and the
constants of everyday life. Sometimes I see the world as a clock, and
of late, it feels like someone's gone and wound it up a bit too tight."
He doesn't sound depressed as he says this, but more with a
matter-of-fact tone. "And wondering when the midnight hour would
strike, upon this clock."
Ayanojou . o O ( Not too much that I can do about it, either. )
There is no response at first, only the weight of Rosuto's eyes on you,
their depths as unreadable as they are unreachable. "An interesting
metaphor," he acknowledges quietly. "And perhaps a suitable one."
Ayanojou fingers the fabric of his jeans and nods, looking back to you.
"...sou desu." His emerald eyes glance over your face. "...so..
Hensou-san." He rests his chin on a hand. "Why are you out so early?"
There's a hint of concern in his voice masked by a mirthed tone.
He pauses, then leans back against the building again, tucking one knee
to his chest and tossing some hair over his shoulder in a decidedly
feminine gesture. "The Theatre opens early. I open the Theatre. I
thought, why risk sleeping in? I'll just not sleep at all." Rosuto's
voice is forcedly light, smooth; his golden eyes study you for a
moment, then lift towards the sky.
Ayanojou pauses, before replying, concern still lingering in his eyes,
before giving a slight nod. "..ah, is that all... Then, I'm glad." He
smiles, closing his eyes. "Are you tired...?"
First a smirk, then a soft laugh, and Rosuto's gaze lowers back towards
yours, amused. "Whyever do you ask, Aboratsubo-san," he teases. "Are
you worried about me?"
Ayanojou tilts his head slightly, offering a smug pout. "Guilty, as
charged, Hensou-san." He shrugs it off and smiles. "Isn't it normal to
be concerned about someone you care about?" My, what a sentence that
was, and how ambiguous.
Silence. The weight of the other's eyes is slightly heavier, then
nonexistent as he drops it towards the sidewalk not two steps away.
"Iie..." His voice is low. "Not tired yet. I probably will be later
though."
[Time] The eastern sky glows with the pale blush of dawn.
Ayanojou glances up at the sky. "Be sure to rest well, then... ne...
It's lovely, isn't it?" He leans back, looking up at the pinkish orange
sky that peeks around the buildings, reflecting from the windows.
Rosuto lifts his gaze from the sidewalk, eyeing the watercolor of reds
and oranges bemusedly. "Hai," he acknowledges, strangely reluctant to
do so. "Like a painting."
"Nature paints things into reality... When you think about how the light
is refracted, upon molecules... and it comes out just so... it's truly
breathtaking." He looks from the buildings and sky back to you. "..." .
o O ( ...those eyes in this light. )
34.8F (1.6C) The clouds appear to be gone. Currently, clear with the
winds remaining steady (S).
A moment passes, and Rosuto doesn't seem aware of the eyes upon him yet.
"Hai," he replies, still in that quiet, half-reluctant tone. "But it's
an illusion, you know? A pretty illusion... Shape things, make them
pretty... Of course, it's doomed back to darkness again when night
comes, but even the moon can help create the illusion of light." A
slender hand reaches up, scratching the back of his neck. "But what
really hurts it is when the sky wakes up and the sun shines. Just a
bright ball of yellow, burning away the color and shadow."
Rosuto pauses, then lifts the hand from his neck, rubbing an eye. "Iie..
Gomen ne, Aboratsubo-san. I'm rambling again," he says, finally looking
back at you, a crooked smile on his lips.
Ayanojou tilts his head, still looking at your eyes, nodding faintly.
"'N. Iie, daijoubu, Hensou-san. I think, though... maybe with the
cycles of light and dark, day and night... it helps us appreciate
both.." He smiles. "Either one would be boring without the other, ne?"
He's still looking into your eyes.
Ayanojou smiles faintly. "Besides.. your eyes catch the sunrise quite
marvelously."
Stop. Blink. Something flickers across Rosuto's face, but disappears
just as quickly, replaced with that crooked smile again. Almost
gruffly, he comments with a forced touch of amusement, "Hey, now,
that's my line."
Ayanojou smiles with a feline quality, his lips parting slightly.
"Hai... demo." His smile broadens into a grin, "I'm not acting."
Rosuto looks puzzled for a moment, a line appearing between his brows.
"Ne?" He tilts his head slightly, studying Ayanojou's face. Briefly, he
looks strained -- . o O ( Aiyaa, Shin, leave me be. ) -- but it passes.
"Nani?"
Ayanojou keeps his face in that feline quality. "Hontou." His head tilts
slightly, cranberry hair streaming down from his shoulder. "Hensou-san
wa koudanshi desu." (Hensou is a handsome man.)
If the sun decided to spontaneously explode right then and there, one
doubts Rosuto would have noticed even that. The moments tick by,
recorded by the slow fade of red and orange into blue in the sky above.
Then he says, his golden eyes half-narrowed, his voice quiet and only
partially hiding his uncertainty, "Anou.. Aboratsubo-san...?"
Ayanojou nods, once, tucking that hair behind his ear, to which a
doublecrescent earring dangles back and forth. The smile is still
there, but is subtle and gentle, as he responds, "'N..?" His eyes
blink, and look into yours steadily, "Nani desu ka, Hensou-san?"
"Eeto... Eeto..." Rosuto frowns slightly, lacing his fingers together.
He meets your gaze steadily, but doesn't look in. Instead he searches
your face, the furrow in his brow deepening. "... Arigatou. Arigatou
gozaimasu."
Ayanojou sets his hand lightly on your shoulder. Seconds go by, it
seems, until he responds, "Do itashimashite."
The tensing beneath your hand is obvious and hard to miss. He's not used
to being touched, Rosuto, unless he's the one controlling the movement.
In fact, the uncertain control he has over the situation is already
enough to set him ill at ease. But he doesn't let it show, the entire
blur of bewilderment vanishing in a soft laugh. "G-Gomen, ne? Perhaps I
shouldn't have pulled an all-nighter."
Ayanojou removes the hand, and hugs his knees, still smiling, "...Iie...
I'm sorry to upset you, Hensou-san. I'm not the shiest of people." He
chuckles as his eyes glaze over in memory a moment. "Hardly, really."
The smile gives out into a line, as he stares out across the way.
"Curiosity killed the cat. That's what they say, anyways. But still. A
cat is a cat and must be as designed." He glances to you, "Ne?"
Rosuto is watching you, the nervous smile faded into bemusement. "Hai,"
he offers shortly, too shortly. Then the corner of his lip quirks up,
matching the faint arch of his brow. "But a cat learns how to be
curious and live through it eventually."
Ayanojou bites his lower lip, chewing it slightly. "..'N. 'Satisfaction
brought him back.' I always wondered though.. it doesn't make sense.
There's never satisfaction. Always something more...." He looks back to
you and sighs softly, "The enticement is worth it." Ambiguous again. Or
maybe not.
Once more the pause before reply. It's a short pause, but there; Rosuto
uses it carefully, still watching your face with some form of
bemusement. Then he leans forward, his weight partially resting on a
hand. "The cat takes chances, knowing that he has at least seven tries
before he is lost. I've lost at least one of my tries that I can
remember, Aboratsubo-san." His voice drops lowly, the arched brow
rising further. "Demo... What about you?"
Ayanojou 's eyebrows raise into a steeple, as he sighs again, a frown
inlaid into smiling corners. "One... One and a half perhaps." His face
returns to his normal look, except for his eyes, which are thoughtful.
"But definetely one try was lost." His head turns to you. "Taking
chances is part of life."
[Time] The sun has risen and now begins its ascent into the morning
skies.
"Hai." Rosuto reaches forward the other hand, the polished nail of his
extended finger tapping you briefly upon the nose. "Aboratsubo-san?"
A chuckle escapes from Ayanojou's lips, which spread out again, and his
eyes shimmer slightly, as he looks back to you. "Ne... I don't mind you
calling me by my first name.." For a few moments, his cheeks redden
ever so slightly, with a blush.
Rosuto quirks a brow and sits back, drawing back his hand to brush it
through his hair, smoothing it back from his eyes. "Hm?" He looks away,
thoughtful, then back again, a teasing smile pulling at the edges of
his lips. "Nor I you... calling me by mine." A brief pause, then the
smile broadens. "Hajimemashite, Ayanojou."
Ayanojou says "Pleasure's all mine, Rosuto." He shifts slightly, on the
steps, and leans back on his hands. He looks out to the street, then
back to you, and brings in his lips, licking them inside, before they
re-emerge into a smile.
Rosuto tucks the other leg to his chest, folding his arms over them both
and resting his chin on his knees. Then he just relaxes, unwrapping his
arms to let his feet rest on the next step down, his hands posed over
his knees instead of his chin. Without looking at you, he says
abruptly, "May I ask a strange question?"
Ayanojou sets his legs out, as well, crossing them at the ankles. They
sway to and fro slightly. He tosses his head back slowly, and blinks.
"Please do. Strange questions are much more fun than normal ones." No
hint of sarcasm there, oddly.
"Eeto... This strange question may offend you."
Ayanojou turns his head to you. "Try me."
He is quiet for a couple of beats, then a laugh escapes. "Aa, I don't
usually ask this. Most of the time I don't even care. But..." Rosuto
breathes deeply, then exhales slowly. "Would you ever, perhaps,
consider... a relationship?"
(SD mode!) Ayanojou 's hands slip, and he falls back hard. @_@
..."i..itai."
Ayanojou recovers quickly though, and not without a blush. "..You
thought that would offend me?" *piku*
Ayame comes from down the street.
Ayame has arrived.
Rosuto blinks sharply and straightens. "O-Oi, Ayanojou? Daijoubu des..."
Oh, that was quick. He blinks again, but this time faintly. "Ah...
Nani?"
Ayanojou rubs his back, and nods to Rosuto. "...I would..." He blinks as
he thinks he sees someone. . o O ( ...I hope she's doing well. )
Ayanojou's blush is quite apparent, though. . o O ( ....he...did he...
he did... didn't he? )
Ayame walks purposefully down the street, keeping mostly to the
sidewalk. She pauses to offer a wave to her cousin and smile faintly --
Rosuto? Rosuto who?
Rosuto seems to relax briefly, a startled smile on his face. "Anou..."
he starts to say, then stops, following Ayanojou's blink in.... He
halts. . o O ( Iie. )
Ayanojou reaches his hand up and waves to his cousin, and return the
smile. . o O ( Good. )
Ayame offers another smile of greeting. Good morning, Aya-kun." Pause.
"Hensou-san."
Rosuto runs a hand through his hair, looking oddly uncomfortable. What
happened to Tomo, with his smooth voice lined with venom? "... Ohayo...
Karaino-san..."
Ayanojou goes "Ohayou, Aya-chan. You seem to be ready for the day...."
The unspoken question lingers in the air. He was always a curious bug.
It's cute but annoying at times, as well.
Ayame shrugs. "I have a lot of things to do."
Ayanojou nods, a brow raised. He could figure that. "Good luck, ne."
"I'm sure you do," comes a mutter from Rosuto's direction. Ah, there he
is. The bitter spite in Tomo's voice awakens, some of the metal glitter
of gold harsher in his eyes than before.
Ayame smiles wanly. "Ahh, Hensou-san, are you angry with me again? How
sad. What have I done now?"
"Stood there and attempted to look clever."
Ayame quirks an eyebrow. "Oh, I did? Really, few people accuse me of
cleverness, and fewer still grant it to me. What a compliment."
Sakura walks from the taiyaki stand.
Sakura has arrived.
Sakura skips through the streets, humming to herself.
Sakura sees Ayanojou and runs over. "Hello Sensei," she says and bows to
the older man.
Touga comes from down the street.
Touga has arrived.
"Believe me, Karaino-san. You need all the compliments you can get."
Rosuto rises to his feet, a hand resting on the building before
arranging with his other hand and arms over his chest. He starts to say
something further, but stops, instead looking at Sakura, yet another
familiar face.
Ayanojou looks back and forth between his cousin and Rosuto, then
notices the young girl, "Well, hello Madame Sakura-chan." He's sitting
on the steps of the theater, legs straight and crossed at the ankles.
Touga walks through, smiling, his head held high.
Sakura asks "Hi, how are you today Master Ayanojou? And who's your
friend? Gosh she's pretty."
Ayame shrugs. "If you say so, Hensou-san. It bothers me that you detest
me so; it seems a replication of history, which would not be a pleasant
experience."
Ayanojou gives a wave to his roomie. . o O ( He's awful... chipper. )
Touga smiles and waves. He keeps walking.
Touga heads out of the shopping district. /[W]/
Touga has left.
Ayanojou says "Ah, forgive me. Madame Sakura-chan, this beautiful young
lady here, is my dear cousin, Ayame-san. Aya-chan, this is the
enchanting and aspiring fortune teller, Madame Sakura-san."
Sakura smiles and bows to the older woman. "Nice to meet you, I hope I
grow up to be as pretty as you are."
Ayanojou always did have a soft spot for children, except that... _one_.
Ayame bows primly. "Ohayo. And no, actually, you really don't. Trust me.
It's more trouble than it's worth."
Sakura sits down next to Ayanojou, smiling, she puts her backpack in
front of her.
Ayanojou glances to Rosuto. It's not his type of company, he wagers.
Sakura goes "Oh ok......" she obviously doesn't understand but she keeps
smiling anyway.
Rosuto's tone drops to a low pitch, his words coming through more slowly
through a clenched jaw. "Not that she'd be the expert on that." . o O
( ..FEH.. )
Sakura exclaims "And hi there!" she waves to Rosuto, "You're that
interesting guy I talked to at the taiyaki stand!"
Ayame rises, eyes narrowed and her own jaw clenched. "Hensou-san, please
join me for breakfast." It isn't a question.
Ayanojou blinks at Ayame, then looks to Rosuto. "Hm?"
Sakura . o O ( Wow if she were wearing black she'd look a lot like "The
Dark" card. )
There's a pause as Rosuto looks at Ayame silently, then a smirk crawls
across his face. A very nasty smirk. "Arigatou, Karaino-san, but I
don't like women, especially your breed. As honoured as I am by your
invitation, I have the Theatre to open.." He casts his watch a pointed
glance. "...in a few minutes."
Ayame smiles sweetly. "I was not inviting you as a man, Hensou-san. I
wish to speak with you. I preferred to keep it in a public place, but
if you'd rather, I would be /happy/ to assist you in the theatre." She
feigns a nonchalant glance upward. "Goodness, no lightning rods. How
interesting."
Sakura . o O ( He's an actor, that's so cool. I kinda like him. )
Rosuto stares at Ayame for a few cold seconds. Then his expression ices
over, an incredulous expression dipped in 'If looks could kill, you'd
be a little grease smear on the pavement' batter. His lips curl back
from his teeth, his smooth voice unnaturally akin to a growl as he
snaps, "Get inside."
Sakura . o O ( Is he ok? )
Ayanojou frowns a bit. . o O ( Seishi business... ne... I hope
everything is alright. )
Ayame offers Rosuto a sweeping bow. "Why, /thank/ you. Though I believe
I'd rather follow you."
Rosuto offers no acknowledgment. He doesn't even open the door. Rather
uncaring of what Ayanojou and the little girl see, the young man just..
vanishes. And a moment later, the door opens from the inside.
You head inside the theatre.
First Floor -- Douwa Theatre(#1404RM)
Douwa Theatre -- Fairy Tale Theatre -- doesn't quite live up to
its name, far from a fairy tale-esque theatre, but nor is it an
eyesore. It has only two stories, one for the lobby and theatre itself,
and another for storage space where unused costumes, props, and other
such things are kept.
The floor is covered with a dark red carpet, clean and always
vacuumed. Posters, some glossy and printed, and some obviously
handmade, decorate the walls, which are otherwise nondescript. A
bulletin board to the right advertises upcoming productions and
rehearsal schedules. Farther inside is the theatre itself, marked by a
raised stage that is broad, but somewhat small, restricting the
performer's actions. Six or seven rows of benches provide a place for
the audience to sit. The first two rows are padded with cushions, the
rest akin to picnic benches. A handful of fold-up chairs is often set
off to the side within easy reach, in case of a full house.
It's difficult to ever find Douwa Theatre completely empty, even
in between productions and after closing. There's always a rehearsal
going on, or a lone actor or dancer practicing by themselves onstage,
filling the empty building with the sound of their narrative.
Contents:
Telephone(#1407)
Obvious exits:
Exit Stairs
Ayame enters the theatre from the outside.
Ayame has arrived.
The door slams shut behind you, and Rosuto materializes back into view,
holding it closed.
Soi settles herself gracefully on one of the back benches, shoulders
straight and hed held high. "All right. You don't like me. You've never
liked me. I accept this, and I can't say I'm rather fond of you either;
however, we /are/ fighting for the same thing, ne?"
"I couldn't give a flying rat's ass what we're fighting for right now,
/Soi/." The harsh language that flies from his mouth pales in
comparison to the anger darkening his voice. "If you /ever/ threaten
this theatre again, I will kill you personally, Nakago or no!"
Soi snorts. "You think too much of yourself. I was not threatening the
theatre, merely trying to get your attention. Do you think I think you
worth the effort it would take?"
"I have no idea what you consider to be 'worth your effort', woman,"
Tomo snaps. "Your priorities change with the rise and fall of the sun!"
"And what are your priorities, Tomo?" Soi asks blandly.
Tomo's hands are balled into fists, held fast at his sides, shaking. A
dull glow escapes from one of his pockets, waxing and rather localized,
yet not where his symbol is located. "Stick to the subject at hand,
Soi."
Soi smiles wanly. "And here I thought that /was/ the subject at hand.
Enlighten me."
"I would, but you're in need of it far too often for it make any
difference."
Soi rolls her eyes. "Fine. What do you see as the subject at hand?"
"DON'T threaten my theatre again. Ever. I don't care if it's in jest or
not.. If you so much as spit on the floor you'll regret it." He leans
in close, a dark circle and inverted triangle already bridging his
nose. "Understand?"
Soi eyes Tomo, nonplussed. "I was not threatening your theatre, silly
boy. It is your fault that you took it as such, not mine. Now, if you
please, would you sit down and shut up so we can have a rational
discussion?"
He feels stupid, and he knows it shows. But Tomo only glares at the
young woman, taking a step back to fold his arms over his chest, the
only indication that he's listening to her now.
Soi nods curtly. "That's better. Anger is a weakness. Even /I/ know
that. Now then. To continue back to my /original/ point, you don't like
me and I'm not fond of anyone who despises me for no good reason, but
we /are/ part of a team. What broke us before is that we /weren't/, and
we can't afford that now. I am tired of your snide comments and your
thinly-veiled hatred; you can dislike me all you like, but if your
attitude puts our Miko in danger, I will destroy you myself."
Tomo emits a low snort. "Actually we used to work well together, or at
least semi-decently. But I suppose that's beside your 'point', isn't
it?" He shakes his head, unfolding his arms and rearranging them. "It
won't come to that, Soi. I'm ....." His nose wrinkles, shoulders
sagging. "...." The illusionist's gaze flickers around briefly, as if
expecting someone -- anyone -- to appear. Wouldn't want any witnesses.
"You're right."
[Seiryuu] Tomo says, "Ping!"
[Seiryuu] Koori Tachi no Puraido! Soi falls over.
[Seiryuu] Tomo refuses to be predictable!
Soi makes no move, barring the arch of one violet eyebrow. "Really, now.
What makes you say that?"
There's a moment of silence, broken by the sound of a breath inhaled
slowly and deeply, then released in the same fashion. "I don't like
you; I don't want to like you. I let that cloud my judgement and I lost
my temper. That's all."
Soi shrugs. "Stefan is no more; Stefan and Ayame is no more. You have no
reason to hate me."
"And I have no reason to like you either."
"Purely because you refuse to find any," Soi says flatly.
Tomo answers snidely, "My, you are the perceptive one, aren't you?" He
shakes his head and rubs a hand into one of his eyes, the lack of sleep
catching up to him. "Is that all, Soi?"
Soi shakes her head. "Actually, no, that isn't all -- but it is most of
it. I refuse to repeat the past. We need to be able to work together,
/all/ of us, to defeat Chaos."
"How noble. There's a play in that, I'd wager."
Soi rolls her eyes. "Get down off your high horse."
Tomo smiles faintly. "But why? It's so much more fun to look down on you
from an even higher vantage point than usual."
Soi gets to her feet. "Have it your way. How nice it was to speak with
you, Hensou-san," she says flatly.
"The pleasure was all mine. Do have a good day, Karaino-san."
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