Log cast: Ayanojou, Rosuto (Tomo), Akio (Namame), Vitali (Taurus),
Stefan (Nakago), Kiyone, Mihoshi, Touga
Log date: 4/13/99
Juuban Shopping District
The west side of the Juuban Shopping District is no less busy that
the east side. In the area is a bookstore and a small taiyaki stand
from which enticing odors waft. The street is extremely busy and filled
with cars from people hurrying about to get their errands done.
Contents:
Ayanojou
Obvious exits:
Juuban Avenue Douwa Theatre Taiyaki Stand Naniwaya
Bookstore East
Ayanojou looks to have just left school for the day, and is standing at
the front of the theatre, reclining on the stair handrail, as he looks
casually into the crowd as it passes by.
Rosuto moves into the district briskly, a black bag marked with 'Orikasa
Dry Cleaning' over his shoulder. Narrowly avoiding the people around
him, somehow managing to walk through the busy sidewalks without
bumping shoulders, he moves in the direction of the selfsame theatre.
Ayanojou smiles, after his eyes focus on Rosuto, as he glides his way
through the salmonesque school of people. He stands up, from the
railing, and takes a few steps down, in order to meet the actor.
When the familiar cloud of red hair, followed quickly by the smile,
catch Rosuto's attention, he draws up a few steps short, then recovers
just as quickly, continuing forward. He offers a crooked smile:
"Ayanojou."
Ayanojou's hands go out slightly, "Rosuto... Ah... need any help with
that?" He nods to the black bag of dry cleaning you're holding.
"Hmm? Oh, this." Rosuto looks at the bag, then back to Ayanojou, nodding
once before adjusting his hold. "...If you like."
Ayanojou smiles brightly, and takes the bag carefully from you. "It'd be
my pleasure." He looks back to you, "Doing well, I hope?"
Rosuto rolls his shoulders once, free of the bag. It's heavy, as
clothing bags go. "Hai," he replies with a nod, giving you a faint
smile before heading up the stairs to the theatre door. "Quiet days.
Always a good thing."
Ayanojou seems to handle the burden well, at least it seems that way. No
complaints. "'N... Hontou." He follows you up the stairs. "These for
the play?"
Rosuto offers another nod. "Among other things. I took the liberty of
going through some of the dustier corners of my r... the attic." Trying
the handle and finding it unlocked, he opens the door, gesturing you
inside. He adds with a trace of humour, "Some things were worth
keeping."
Ayanojou nods, with a brow raised. He walks inside, looking back at you.
"Now I'm curious." A lop-sided smile forms for a moment, before he
turns his head from you to see where he's going. Always a good idea,
that.
Rosuto was so looking forward to seeing him run into the wall too! Awww.
(OOC) Ayanojou ROTF!
(OOC) Rosuto couldn't resist, sorry. ^_^;
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
Ayanojou enters the theatre from the outside.
Ayanojou has arrived.
Rosuto closes the door behind him as he steps in after you, casting a
glance around. The theatre is fairly deserted, though a couple can be
seen onstage. A young girl with an older boy, sharing a dog-eared
script as they go over lines. "Quiet today," he muses, casting them a
glance before looking back to you. "Usually there's more prattling
about."
Ayanojou nods, as he looks around. He's only been inside once or twice
before. "Are those two our 'lovebirds' for the story?" He nods to the
two on stage.
"Hai," Rosuto confirms, looking in their direction. "The ever-puzzled
heroine and her dutiful tagalong." His tone is more than a little dry.
Ayanojou says "Tee Emm." Straightfaced with a Mona Lisa smile.
Rosuto laughs sharply, the rest dissolving into giggles. The pair pause
briefly in their direction, but the young actor shakes his head, waving
a hand for Ayanojou to give him back the bag. "Ch'. Here, we need to
drop some of those backstage. The rest go back up to the attic."
Ayanojou says "Haihai." He cradles the clothing, as he hands it back
over to you, obviously amused you liked his little joke. He glances
back once, to the pair on stage, before following you backstage.
Avoiding the couple practicing, Rosuto disappears through a door that
leads to behind the curtain, ushering you in after him. The place is a
mess, half-finished props and backdrops pushed to the back. A rack full
of empty hangers stands waiting; Rosuto heads in that direction. In the
back, the figure of a young man might be seen catching a nap between
two piles of cardboard boxes.
Ayanojou blinks a bit at the mess. . o O ( Goodness gracious me. ) He
soon recovers, however, and follows you yet more, to the hangers. Not
quite a shadow, as he takes some time to look about.
Echoes of the couple reciting their lines, and the faint snores from the
young man snoozing, serve as background noise. Unzipping the bag, he
starts to string the various articles of clothing on to hangers. "So...
did you just get back from school?"
Ayanojou goes "Hm? Hai.. Another boring day at school. Jonan just
doesn't have very many fun clubs. You'd think they would, but..." He
shrugs and smiles. "May I help?" His hands reach for some hangers.
"If you like," Rosuto says again with another nod, smiling crookedly. He
looks back to the rack, hanging up a costume. "Why don't you start your
own?"
Ayanojou chuckles lightly, "I don't like _that_ much attention, Rosuto.
*chuckle* I'd rather work as second. Less politics involved, and all."
His eyes grow distant a moment, as he thinks back to the times at his
old school. No longer with sad eyes, though.
Rosuto clucks his tongue softly, but nods. "You sound as if you speak
from experience," he comments in an off-handish sort of way, watching
your through the corners of his eyes as he fusses with getting a hakama
hung right.
Ayanojou smoothes out the material on a dress, as he positions it on a
hanger, "Actually, I do. The Magic club, at my old school. I was Vice
President, there." He plucks a stray thread from the collar, and hangs
the costume up.
Akio enters the theatre from the outside.
Akio has arrived.
Rosuto and Ayanojou are backstage, hanging up costumes. The former nods
to his companion slightly, pulling another hanger off the rack.
"Really?"
Akio glances around, casually, absently gripping the edge of one silk
sleeve between thumb and forefinger to straigten it. The gesture
appears unconscious. "Hm." Stepping across the room confidently,
although not quickly, he regards the theatre, with an expression
vaguely like a starving man eyeing Kobi beef.
*** Akio is looking at you. ***
Rosuto blinks, eyeing the dress warily. "Seiryuu's scales, why did I
grab /that/?" He hesitates a moment, then shakes his head, waving a
hand dismissively. "We'll bring that one upstairs, leave it inside the
bag..."
Onstage, where a couple are practicing their lines, a girl catches sight
of the newcomer. She breaks away from her companion, sticking her head
past the curtain. "Hensou-saaaaan! We have a visitor! We're practicing
our lines right now, so you deal with it!"
Ayanojou nods, and does so.
Ayanojou blinks at the interuption, though. "Hm?"
Akio approaches the theatre proper, leaning casually against the doorjam
as he watches the goings on with casual enjoyment, a warm smile
flashing in his amethyst eyes.
Rosuto casts the girl a withering look, hanging up the costume in his
hand before finally replying. "Hai, hai..." He mutters, adding under
his breath, "...brat." Shaking his head, he starts to move back out
again, giving Ayanojou a faint smile. "Duty calls."
Ayanojou sweatbeads and goes "I'll.." He points at the clothes. "...be
back here, helping.. ne?" ^_^;
"Hai. I should only be a minute." On that, Rosuto walks back out into
the open, winding his way through the benches to approach the visitor.
Straightening, Akio approaches the stage... just a step or two. The
curtain at the doorway entangled itself over his shoulder, and it drops
behind him, gracefully. He smiles warmly, lifting a hand in an
expansive gesture and pausing. "Oh, gomen, I don't wish to interrupt
your rehearsing," he says apologetically. "I was simply looking for
some information."
[Akio]
Charming and graceful, Akio is armed with an innate sense of style. A
small man (only 5'6"), he is nonetheless so well proportioned that his
height suits him. Leanly sinuous, he moves with the willowy ease of a
dancer. He always dresses expensively, fearing neither the flamboyant
nor the traditionally elegant; if one can make a fashion statement, his
is generally eloquent. His long-fingered hands are smooth, like a
musician's, perhaps. The tone of his pale skin is enhanced by the rich
sky-blue color of his long, thick hair -- so casually bound near the
bottom that it no doubt took a fair amount of time to achieve the
careful effect. His smiling amethyst eyes twinkle in the ambient light;
he generally makes sure of it.
Akio is currently dressed in a Chinese-style jacket-shirt, of heavy
watered silk in a subtly shimmering pale apricot -- nearly colorless.
Its mandarin collar, the piping at its edges, and a thin band around
each sleeve are of a darker color, nearly copper. Woven into the pale
cloth is a very subtle pattern of flying cranes. The pants he wears are
loose-fitting silk, copper hued, as are the perfectly dyed kidskin
shoes that complete the ensemble.
"Don't worry, you didn't." Rosuto's eyes flicker over the newcomer in an
idle sort of fashion, then he bows politely. "Welcome to Douwa Theatre.
Can I help you with anything?" He grimaces inwardly. . o O ( I can't
believe Nobuyuki-san wants us to spout rot like this. I sound like a
counterboy at McTonald's. )
Akio smiles, lifting an eyebrow as he returns the bow gracefully. "Hai,
if you would. Although I -am- sorry to interrupt." He leans one
long-fingered hand on the back of a chair, glancing briefly at the
stage. "I wondered if you might have any type of schedule...?"
A nearby mirrored surface seems to grow plastic and liquid as ripples
form in it.
Vitali steps out of a nearby reflective surface.
Vitali has arrived.
Rosuto is speaking to Akio, having adopted a false 'customer service
person' smile. Ayanojou is backstage, still hanging up costumes.
"Hai..." He pauses, tilting his head. "What sort of schedules?
Rehearsals or productions?"
Vitali steps out of the mirror, not quite in direct view of Ayanojou,
since had he SEEN him out of the mirror, he wouldn't have come here in
the first place.
Ayanojou turns about and drops his pants. No, not the ones he's wearing.
He was about to hang up some nice pantaloons. "A...eto... where'd you
come from?" He sweatbeads at Vitali. Usually he's more attentive than
that.
Akio grins. "Oh, productions. I'm a simple voyeur, I confess."
Vitali squeaks and jumps back, slamming right up against the
(unfortunately solid again) mirror
Ayanojou winces for the man. "Goodness, I didn't mean to scare you.
Gomen. ...You work here?" He smirks. Doesn't _look_ like it, though he
seems to be a man who might. Ayanojou is unsure, as he really doesn't
know anyone here.
The two actors onstage decide to call it a night. The girl takes the
dogeared script, tucking it underarm, and the two exit the theatre.
"Sayonara, Hensou-san! Don't forget, rehearsal tomorrow!"
Vitali goes "I... ah... no...", red-gold lashes brushing against his
cheeks as he blinks
Rosuto gives the young actress a nod and a thin-lipped smile, then
returns his attention to Akio, musing. "All right. There should be
some... hmm. This way." He moves further towards the front, indicating
that the visitor follow.
Ayanojou goes "Umm... Okay." He stoops down, and picks up the pants,
brushing them off, before hanging them up.
Akio follows, sauntering. "It's been a long time since I've been in a
theatre," he murmurs. "Torture, really."
Vitali's gaze keeps getting drawn towards costumes and props,
particularly anything... uhm... shiny...
Ayanojou goes "Actually, I don't either... I'm just helping out.." He
glances to the curtain to the stage. "Is there somethi--?" His words
drop off as he watches Vitali eye the place.
"Thespian, are you?" Rosuto murmurs absently, stopping in front of a
shelf, bosting a number of brochures and advertisements. After a
moment, he plucks up a piece of paper... a *lime green* piece of paper.
He eyes it distastefully for a moment -- Seiryuu, what was Nobuyuki
thinking? -- before offering it to Akio.
Vitali jerks his attention back to the person in front of him... the
still-sane part of his brain informing him that being seen coming out
of that mirror was a BAD THING. "No... I.... just wanted to look
around.", he says shyly, an innocent smile flashing accross his
delicate features.
Akio takes the paper somewhat gingerly... something that green might be
dangerous. "Hai, you might say," he grins. "Oh, Fukikawa Akio," he
says, offering his hand. "Have you ever been to Murmansk?" he asks, the
last nonsequitur said offhandedly.
Ayanojou sweatbeads and goes "Ah... okay.. Um... " He sweatbeads. He
doesn't want to put yet another person on Rosuto's duty list, yet he
has no idea what to tell this man who appeared from out of nowhere.
"So, how did you hear about the theatre?" n.n;
Rosuto gives the offered hand a critical look. "Hensou Rosuto," he
returns, lifting his gaze back to Akio. "Hajimemashite." . o O ( .... )
He doesn't take the hand; instead, he glances back towards the stage,
nose wrinkled faintly. . o O ( He's taking his time. I hope he
remembered that not all of the costumes were supposed to be hung up. )
Vitali goes "I'm... involved in the arts...", waving a hand and still
smiling sweetly.
Akio grunts slightly. Withdrawing his hand, he lifts the lime green
sheet with a flourish and gazes at it. "You do some interesting
things," he notes, rather stiffly.
Ayanojou asks "Oh? What do you do?" He seems interested, as he puts away
another costume.
Vitali goes "I make things...", his gaze once again drawn to the colours
and fabrics of the costumes
"Mmm-hm..." Looking back at Akio, Rosuto offers a faint smile. "Hai. The
Douwa Theatre presents many of its own productions... We have in the
past stepped into areas such as Kabuki theatre, comedies, foreign
musicals, and..." His lips quirk slightly, almost a smirk. "..Chinese
opera."
Ayanojou goes "Ah, sculptor, then?" He glances down to the pile of
clothes. "..."
Vitali goes "Mmm hmmm....", his smile grown a bit dreamy
Ayanojou waves a hand in front of Vitali's face. "Daijoubu desu ka?"
Despite the brief moment of stiffness, Akio's eyes widen with abrupt
interest. "A Chinese opera?" He shakes his head curiously. "That's
interesting. Is that something you're working on now? Or have I missed
the boat, as it were, on that one?"
Stefan enters the theatre from the outside.
Stefan has arrived.
Vitali starts and actually seems a touch frightened for a moment, then
says softly "I'm... sorry... they're just such pretty costumes...."
Standing in the lobby near Rosuto and eyeing a very green sheet of
paper, Akio looks up and nods, smiling, as the door opens.
Stefan stops as the door closes behind him. He didn't expect anyone but
Rosuto.
Rosuto smiles crookedly at Akio. "Iie. I'm afraid you've missed the
boat..." He is standing across from him, both in the front part of the
theatre. Vitali and Ayanojou are backstage. "We are, though, working on
an original play set in feudal Japan now... but if you're interested in
Chinese opera, perhaps you should join our mailing list? We have..
ah..." He stops, looking at Stefan. Oh my, where'd he come from?
[Stefan]
The first thing you notice about this man is his blonde hair, an
uncommon color in Tokyo. He wears it free, the lon ghair falling on his
shoulders and back. He also has blue eyes, which suggests that he is
from another country. He's quite handsome, and his tall height and
strong-looking build adds to the affect. He carries himself arrogantly,
definately like one that is accustomed to ordering people around, his
eyes seeming to penetrate and analyze everything that he sees. Right
now he's wearing a trenchcoat over his dark blue suit due to the cold.
Carrying:
Cellphone
Akio nods vehemently. "Hai. If you've a mailing list, I certainly would
like to be on it." He folds the paper deftly in half. "I've a lot of
interests. Certainly the feudal Japanese setting sounds interesting..."
Stefan gives a gaze towards Rosuto, he needs to talk.
Ayanojou nods and looks at the costumes. "Some look a tad uncomfortable,
though, ne?"
Rosuto frowns faintly to himself, then looks back at Akio. "Yes. Ah.
Well, all right, if you give me your name and address..." A pen appears
in his hand, pulled out of his pocket, and he looks around for
something to write on. Ah. He pulls another lime green schedule off the
shelf and turns it over.
Vitali goes "Probably.... but worth it....", one slender hand reaching
out to touch a swathe of fabric
Akio sighs, leaning back slightly and rubbing his forehead sheepishly.
"I'm in the process of searching out an apartment," he comments. "I
don't think... well, if I may, I'll keep the schedule, and return when
I've a permanent address for you. If that's acceptable?"
Rosuto nods quickly. "Hai, hai, that's all right..." He hesitates,
looking at Stefan, back towards the stage, then at Akio again. "Feel
free to look around, whatever... If you need anything, just yell, ne?
Somebody'll hear you."
Ayanojou asks "Were you looking to talk with someone?" He glances to the
curtain.
Akio nods his thanks. "Hai, arigato. I'm sorry to interrupt. Don't let
me keep you," he adds, with a half smile. "I'll wander, and perhaps
watch the stage for a moment."
Vitali goes "No... no... not... exactly. I just... wanted to look...",
his faint blush showing up drastically on his porcelain-pale skin
Kiyone enters the theatre from the outside.
Kiyone has arrived.
Mihoshi enters the theatre from the outside.
Mihoshi has arrived.
"Hai." Amber eyes shift to Stefan, focusing on him for a moment
uncertainly. "I'll.. ah. Be with you in a moment. Sumimasen." Then he
darts towards the stage again, poking his head through the door.
"Ayanojou!"
Mihoshi tries to pull out her gun, but the holster is buckled down.
"Errgh!!" She ducks. "Is this when we duck, Kiyone?"
Kiyone kicks the door open, he gun raised in front of her. "Hands up all
of you, this is a...." she sees the occupants and smiles sheepishly.
"horrible mistake."
Kiyone exclaims "Mihoshi! This does not look like a Doomsday Cult's
secret arms plant! Are you sure you wrote down the address correctly!?"
(SD mode!) Rosuto looks back at the shout, eyes bugging out of their
sockets. "...what...the...hell..."
Vitali starts violently at the various shouts...
Mihoshi bumps into Kiyone as she tries pulling her pistol out from her
hip holster. "Freeze! You're supposed to say 'Freeze' right? When do we
duck, Kiyone?"
Stefan turns to look at the two people.
(SD mode!) Vitali seems about ready to cry
Akio blinks mildly. In the center of the lobby, clutching a lime green
paper, he simply... peers. "A.. ano?"
Ayanojou glances at the yell. "Ano..." He walks out from backstage.
"What's goi--?" o.O;
Kiyone puts her gun away. "I should have known you'd screw this up! Are
you sure this is the address?"
And a glass jewel on a prop scepter turns into a real sapphire... pity
no one is likely to notice.
Mihoshi goes "Well, Sarge told me, while I was writing down the number
to my briefcase lock... You know.. 1...2....3...4..... Um... I forget
the last number."
Mihoshi asks "What's on the paper?"
(SD mode!) Rosuto stares, a little slack-jawed. "There are... k'so..."
He pushes a hand to his face, brushing the hair from his eyes as he
chibi-hops back towards the front. "...can I help you?"
Kiyone says "1234"
Akio simply mutters under his breath. "Secret... arms plant?" Wide eyed,
he begins to look around, edging toward the door.
Ayanojou goes "...five?" The soft voice echoes lightly in the theatre.
Kiyone fumes. "Mihoshi! You're trying to get us busted back down to
meter maids aren't you!?"
Vitali peeks out from behind the curtain a little, eyes wide
Mihoshi boggles and exclaims "RIGHT! Five! Thanks. n.n" She looks over
to Kiyone. "Why would I want to do that, Kiyone?" o.o
Rosuto sweatbeads and twitches. "Ano..."
Stefan watches calmly. "Leave, if you do not have business here."
Akio . o O ( Perhaps I'm looking into the wrong theatre... )
Mihoshi asks "You mean we have the wrong place?"
Ayanojou . o O ( It was such a quiet day... )
Kiyone throws her hands in the air in a gesture of total frustration.
"Nevermind you moron." She turns and bows, smiling apologetically. "I
am dreadfulyl sorry, carry on please!"
Mihoshi exclaims "Oooh! A theatre! I wonder what they're showing. Think
they have some popcorn, Kiyone?"
(SD mode!) Rosuto just falls over.
Kiyone . o O ( Please, let this be the right place and have a hail of
bullets kill her where she stands, PLEASE! )
Vitali edges out onto the stage, still staring and shaking, ever so
slightly.
Kiyone grabs Mihoshi by the arm and begins to drag her out. "I realyl am
sorry for all of this gentlemen. It won't happen again."
Rosuto picks himself up off the floor, dusts himself off, and fixes the
pair with a patented Tomo-I'm-going-to-kill-you glare. "Please. Get out
of the theatre. NOW."
Vitali yelps
Mihoshi cries. "I wasn't going to ask for the buttered kind!" She rubs
her arm as Kiyone leads her out.
Kiyone heads outside again. /[O]/
Kiyone has left.
Mihoshi heads outside again. /[O]/
Mihoshi has left.
Ayanojou says "Tokyo's police force at it's best." Deadpanned, of
course.
Rosuto rubs his face. "..gaaaah.." He looks at Stefan. "Gomenasai, Nak..
Krieg-san. This usually doesn't happen..." Caught himself right in
time, he did. He gives Akio a similarly sympathetic smile, then moves
back towards the stage again. . o O ( ..... )
Akio shakes his head, slightly slack-jawed, as he stares in frank
disbelief at the door. He looks around slowly. Perhaps, after all, it's
how things are done in this place...
Touga enters the theatre from the outside.
Touga has arrived.
Ayanojou tucks a stray lock of hair behind an ear, as he sighs.
Stefan nods.
Touga walks in, humming to himself and stops when he sees the crowd.
"Oh, hello there all. I was not expecting so many."
Akio hms. "They certainly seem -busy-," he mutters.
Vitali is still standing in the middle of the stage, now looking quite
terrified
"Ayanojou, I'm afraid I'm going to... ah..." Rosuto stops in the middle
of the aisle, looking at Vitali oddly. . o O ( That's not one of our
actors... or stagehands... ) He clears his throat, straightening. "Ah.
Sir?"
Vitali flinches and backs up a few steps
Ayanojou glances from Rosuto to Vitali. "He's a sculptor, Rosuto." . o O
( Not that it explains why or how he showed up so suddenly. )
Rosuto continues forward, then hops up on to the stage gracefully, knees
bending slightly to catch his weight. His eyes narrow, eyeing Vitali
for a moment, giving Ayanojou a slight nod. "You're not supposed to be
up here, sir..."
[Vitali]
This slender young man with eyes of jade has spidersilk red-gold hair
that barely brushes his delicate shoulders. Everything about him has
the quality of fine china from his porcelan skin to high delicate
cheekbones and slim, elegant fingers with manicured nails and tapered
tips, the hands of a born artist. He is dressed simply in tailored
black pants and a cream-colored cable-knit sweater of expensive cut and
construction that makes his hair seem to positively gleam with vibrant
life. His eyes, though calm, hold a dreamy creativity within them, and
sparkle with life.
Carrying:
Phone
Vitali actually *whimpers* and chokes out something in Ukranian
Ayanojou . o O ( He seems harmless. )
Rosuto looks exasperated, then confused. "What was that?" He moves
forward a few more steps, then extends a pale hand. "Are you all
right?"
Vitali goes "I... I'm sorry...", his Japanese more heavily accented now,
but at least it's Japanese.
Touga walks further in, closing the door behind him. He leans against
it, arms folded, watching the scene unfolding before him with interest.
Rosuto's lips form a thin smile. It certainly looks genuine, considering
who's the actor around here, but in truth, is far from it. "It's all
right." Muttergrumblemuttergrumble. "Accidents happen. Now please,
vacate the stage..."
Vitali pretty much vaults off the stage, stumbling a little and
obviously near to panic.
Touga smiles at Vitali, warmly.
Excitement seemingly over... if the evening's events were ineed more
than run-of-the-mill for this odd place... Akio takes another
sautnering step toward the door. He grimaces, peering at the lime green
paper, then quickly folds it into a much smaller square, stuffing it
into his pocket and smoothing his shirt down atop it.
Ayanojou waves to Vitali...? Odd man, but he's an artist...
Rosuto snaps around, his long hair flicking behind him, but not
entirely, almost entangling in his face. "Nani-?" Irritated, he pushes
it back again, eyes narrowing curiously after Vitali.
Vitali smiles shakily to Touga and Ayanojou, and ponders that the mean
one would look very nice under glass
Vitali leans against the wall for a moment, and when he pulls away,
there's a glass handprint on the wall.
Touga blinks a little and sighs.
Touga . o O ( Not another one. Is ANYONE in this damned town really
normal? )
Stefan notices the handprint, of course, but he doesn't say anything as
he watches Vitali leave.
Touga mutters to himself, "Let... guess,... a..."
Vitali heads outside again. /[O]/
Vitali has left.
Ayanojou glances to Rosuto... to see how he's doing?
Rosuto hops off the stage again with ridiculous lightness, then
straightens, following Stefan's and Touga's glances at the wall. He
blinks slowly and moves towards it, a delicate fingernail poking at it
gingerly. "...shimatta..."
Ayanojou goes "N...Nani?"
Ayanojou walks slowly, off the stage, and looks as well. o.o?
Touga asks "You knwo what they say abotu people who live in glass houses
now, don't you Rosuto-san?"
(SD mode!) Rosuto suddenly zaps back into chibiform, a little explosion
going off over his head. "Look at this! Just look at this! Nobuyuki-san
is going to have my ass on a platter! Do you /know/ who cleans these
walls? Hm? ME! How am I supposed to explain /this/?!"
Ayanojou asks "Redecorate?" Hopeful. Sounds pitiful, though.
Stefan says rather calmly, "There are more concerning matters than your
wall."
Touga nods in agreement with the King of Bishounen.
Rosuto snaps out of it, his attention riveted on Stefan. Even Ayanojou
doesn't seem to exist now, the Seiryuu seishi's eyes slightly wide
before they narrow with uncertainty. "Nakago-sama?" He straightens,
brushing at his sleeves self-consciously.
Ayanojou glances from the others to Akio. . o O ( Um... how do we
explain this one to... Goodness, that's unique hair. )
Stefan says "We need to discuss something privately. It concerns
Shijintenchisho."
Rosuto frowns. "Hai..." He stands there uncertainly for a moment, then
looks to the others. "Gomen, minna... I have to ask you to leave. Douwa
is closing for the day."
Touga smiles. "I understand. Higher priorities have made themselves
know. See you all later, friends."
Ayanojou blinks, and nods... "Daijoubu." He gives Rosuto a slight smile.
Definetely not a quiet day anymore, is it? He looks to Touga. "Have you
eaten yet?"
Akio nods, bowing, and quickly takes the last step to the door. With a
final gaze at the odd theatre, and a rather dazed expression, he opens
it, and strides outside.
Akio heads outside again. /[O]/
Touga heads outside again. /[O]/
Ayanojou heads outside again. /[O]/
Rosuto watches them leave, then strides forward, making sure the door
closes after them. Without turning around to face you, he states lowly,
"Something's wrong."
Stefan says "The Genbu have went to Hokkan."
Rosuto blinks and turns, facing you, his brows drawing together. "Nani?"
Stefan says "They have used Shijintenchisho, it appears."
"Seiryuu's scales..." Blinking slowly, Rosuto lets that sink in, then
shakes his head. "Why? What about the Chaos senshi here...?"
Stefan says "It probably involves Yukie, who was poisoned by Morgana."
Rosuto goes "Yukie... Oh, her." He nods slightly in understanding,
pursing his lips. The actor turns away again, looking at the wall, his
arms folding over his chest. "So... the Genbu are gone. Fine." He looks
back. "Gomen, Nakago-sama, but how does this concern us?"
Stefan asks "Do you wish to go to Kutou?"
He blinks, stumped. "Nakago-sama?"
Stefan asks "Do you?"
Stefan says "And we will also seek out the Genbu. Perhaps they found a
way to undo Morgana's chi poisoning."
"I..." Rosuto blinks again, slowly, before nodding. "...hai. I suppose
so, but why.." You beat him to the answer before he can finish the
question. He frowns. "Why is it our concern what the Genbu do?"
Stefan says "We can use the knowledge, when the Zodiacs decide to turn
against us."
Rosuto's expression darkens. "I see. But what if we can't return?"
Stefan says "We will find a way before we go in."
The young actor suppresses the sigh of relief, tensing his shoulders
before they sag. "Aa." Rosuto lowers his eyes, then brings them back up
again just as quickly, a dry smile snaking across his face. "How
intriguing then... We'll all finally get to see where we came from."
Stefan nods.
"I'll have to tell Ayanojou, but..." Rosuto catches himself, expression
suddenly thoughtful. He tilts his head to you, amber eyes dark. "Ne,
Nakago-sama. Is that all?"
Stefan nods.
Rosuto nods as well, but doesn't stop talking. Instead, he drops his
voice. "I see. Are you all right?"
Stefan gives a start. A small one, but noticeable. "No."
"Aa." Rosuto is silent a moment, looking at you, then folds his arms
over his chest and tilts his head to the side. "What happened?"
Stefan says "You do not need to be concerned."
Rosuto's voice hardens. "Iie. I beg to differ." His eyes narrow at you,
cold, but his stance relaxes. "Nakago-sama, if something is bothering
you, it is best that you admit it. Problems go away if you deal with
them, not if you ignore them."
Stefan repeats, "It is none of your concern. It is something between
Ayame and me." Whoo. He just set up a bomb or something.
Rosuto blinks once. His eyes widen again, and he looks away, frowning. A
breath is drawn in, held, then released slowly. Then, looking back at
you, he repeats the question. "What happened?"
Stefan goes "We had some... disagreements, but they are settled, now."
"Gomen ne, Nakago-sama, but I think you're lying." It's a gamble, he
knows, but he keeps a straight face at least. Rosuto steps forward. "If
they were settled, something would not be wrong."
Stefan repeats, "They are settled."
Rosuto scowls and looks away. In a bitter voice, he accuses, "You don't
trust me as you used to. Is it because of the incident in clothing
store? I admit that, it was petty. But if something's wrong, damn it, I
want to know what it is."
Stefan says "It is not about the clothing store. It involves only the
two of us."
Stefan says "You do not need to worry, Tomo."
"/Feh/." Rosuto rounds on you, glaring. "What involves you involves the
rest of us, Nakago-sama. Soi and I may be the only seishi found, but
that means little in the big picture. You lead us; I, personally, have
no wish to see any different. But what affects you affects me affects
all of the Seiryuu seishi and our Miko."
Stefan looks toward your eyes, a bit of anger in his gaze. Stefan's mind
dominates. "Very well. I have been having doubts on Ayame's love to me,
and suspicions about the fact that Keisuke had been spending the most
time with her while we were separated."
Stefan says "However, I do not doubt her love after our talk."
Rosuto grunts lowly, gaze met unflinchingly. At least, until the last
statement. Then he winces. Covering for it, he says, voice tight, "I
see. Do you want me to kill him for you? I'll do that."
Stefan says "No. There is no need to needlessly anger the Suzaku
Seishi."
Rosuto fehs softly. "They are already, Nakago-sama. I've been told that
at least one of them wants you dead already."
Stefan says "I presume it is Hotohori."
"I haven't the slightest clue if it is or not. I'll take your word on
it." The illusionist backs up a step, giving you your personal space
back again. "But angering them is already the least of our worries."
Stefan nods. He turns to walk away.
Rosuto watches your retreating form for a long moment, then sighs,
pushing the hair out of his eyes. "Arigatou, Nakago-sama."
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