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TDM 1 ⬡ The Oval Portrait
    The Chateau ⬡ Common Cast Characters most likely to originate in The Chateau are The Aristocrat and The Valet ⬡ Literary Description "To all appearance it had been temporarily and very lately abandoned. We established ourselves in one of the smallest and least sumptuously furnished apartments. It lay in a remote turret of the building. Its decorations were rich, yet tattered and antique. Its walls were hung with tapestry and bedecked with manifold and multiform armorial trophies, together with an unusually great number of very spirited modern paintings in frames of rich golden arabesque." ⬡ For Your Exploration Characters may attempt to explore the Chateau, but it will be shrouded in darkness, and every room they enter will bring them back to the apartment chosen by The Valet. What decorations may be seen are dark and victorian in design, and the room and halls may be lit by candlelight. The Maiden's portrait is on the wall, and will initially be cloaked in shadow for The Aristocrat to find. It appears remarkably lifelike, almost as though it is a window instead of a portrait. The other paintings on the walls will contain figures that are almost familiar to The Aristocrat and The Valet - as though they could be someone they know, but only if they squint. There is no electricity. Characters will not have access to any powers. The Artist's Tower ⬡ Common Cast Characters most likely to originate in The Artist's Tower are The Maiden and The Painter ⬡ Literary Description "But she was humble and obedient, and sat meekly for many weeks in the dark, high turret-chamber where the light dripped upon the pale canvas only from overhead. But he, the painter, took glory in his work, which went on from hour to hour, and from day to day." ⬡ For Your Exploration Should characters leave the Painter's studio, they will immediately be transported outside, to a sprawling field of wildflowers. There won't seem to be anything else around, but there will be a light breeze and the sound of the sea in the distance. Inside the studio, the air is stale and musty, smelling of oil paints and turpentine. It's dim, lit only by a skylight. There is a stool for the subject and an easel with canvas sitting in the light, but everything else - art materials, more canvases, both empty and with the beginnings of paintings, and props - are all pushed to the sides of the room and cloaked in shadow. Like The Chateau, there is no electricity, and characters will not have access to their powers. The Library ⬡ Welcome! Free from their roles, through either death, completion of the Story, or from not being pulled into the tale in the first place, characters will find themselves in the gardens outside of the Library itself. As always, it will look and feel like a temperate, autumn afternoon. As this setting is part of the Library itself, characters will have full access to all their powers. ⬡ Grand Opening Coming Soon! The front door will, unfortunately, be locked, and a sign will be taped on the doors, detailing how the Library will be opening soon, but in the meantime to please enjoy the grounds and the pizza party in the courtyard. ⬡ Pizza party? Pizza party! In the courtyard, there will be tables set up that will be absolutely covered in stacks of paper plates, 2-liter bottles of any soda one could dream of, and stacks and stacks of pizza boxes, containing any flavor combination that could be desired. Opening a random box will provide a random, but popular, flavor. Opening a box with an Intent and a Desire for something specific will provide exactly that. Enjoy! It won't run out. | ||||||||||||||
Ogata Hyakunosuke | Golden Kamuy | The Painter
[It's the landscape that first draws Ogata's attention. Alone in the tower, mind not yet twisted by the story, he's perched in the window. Without a gun, his hands flex slowly - missing the weight. The advantage he'd be reveling in, up so high.
Instead, he's tucked a painter's knife in his belt. Whatever measly protection it offers could make all the difference.
When someone enters, and he does more than turn to look. Ogata abandons the window for the painter's stool. Odd, he forgets to smile and simply stares as the newcomer draws closer.]
Get ready. [For... what?]
The Wildflower Field
[The pair - painter and muse - sit in the picturesque meadow, close as any lovers would be. Ogata's hand, stained with hues he has no sense for using, lingers near his partner's. Perhaps it'd be a romantic moment, but for how obviously his attention is elsewhere.
Dull eyes trace a butterfly as it flutters from flower to flower. It flits closer, then farther, then closer again until it lands on the "maiden's" cheek.
He leans closer, lips parting
like he might be thinking to kiss his "wife"as if he's about to eat the insect. Then, suddenly, he strikes - an failed attempt to snatch the thing of beauty between his fingers.It flies away, unaware of its peril.]
Pizza Party
[What is he supposed to do here?
Without a gun slung over his shoulder, trapped in yet another idyllic scene with total strangers, Ogata gravitates towards the only element he's familiar with. Food.
Though, he's not sure what this sharp-smelling b...read...?? is. With a slice of sausage pizza in hand, he lingers on the periphery of the food table. One bite in, and he's left staring into the middle distance.
This stuff's fatty. Not terrible, not good. He has nothing to say about it. So when someone passes just close enough for him to speak with without first getting their attention he asks-]
Who made this? [Raising the pizza to eye level - really unnecessary - to indicate what he's asking about.]
Pizza pizza
[Someone's... talking to him? Well, of course they are. But the fact that they expect him to know who made the pizza is... laughable.
And the only reason he doesn't laugh at him outright is the fact that he's presently biting into a slice of pizza himself. No staring into the middle distance or lamenting the lack of quality food here, nope. It's free, and there's meat on it, and no veggies, so he's content. Ish.
Still wishing he knew where they are, but you know. Food first. Dying takes a lot out of a guy.]
Fuck if I know.
[And just to punctuate how annoyed he is at the sheer audacity that he was asked such a thing, his ears lower somewhat, and his tail flicks. Clearly, he has better things to do.
Like... eat shitty pizza.
Details.]
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Well, whatever.]
Then, have you seen a little girl around here? She'd probably be asking about the food, too.
[Acting as a loner suits him just fine, but there is one person worth looking for. So he'll put forth at least a cursory effort, even if he expects an answer much like the first.]
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Anyway.]
No.
[Very pointed once-over of this guy here. He doesn't... really look like the sort of person who should be left with kids. So best to establish who this little girl is to him before offering to send her his way if he does see her. Minimal effort, here...]
Who's she to you, anyway? And what's she look like?
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Ogata can feel himself being assessed, but he doesn't straighten. Doesn't even bother to focus his gaze on the stranger. He's scanning the crowd, looking for anyone familiar.]
She's short, with black hair and blue eyes. Probably dressed in furs - for the winter.
She's my guide.
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[His guide. Leona's not sure what kind of guide a little girl could be for a shady guy like this, but it smells fishy to say the least. Needless to say, he'd be asking this little girl about Shady Guy before actually directing her to him, at this rate.]
And what's your name, so I can tell her if I see her? ...And hers.
[And if whoever she is does show up, and doesn't seem too pleased to hear he's here... well... Good luck, shady dude.]
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Her name is Asirpa.
[Then makes eye contact.] Tell her Sugimoto is looking for her.
[Thay should do the trick - once her eyes light up about the Immortal, any suspicion will disolve.
He's pretty damn satisfied with himself, a hint of a smile stifled when he takes a bite of his food.]
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His ear flicks, annoyed.
He's even almost put off his food, but he does take a bite while he waits for an unsatisfactory response.]
Alright. And who're you?
["Sugimoto" might well be looking for her, but that self-satisfied look on this guy's face leads Leona to believe he is not Sugimoto.]
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He'd done the same.]
What about you? [He points, pizza in hand, to this guy's well-timed twitching ears. Ogata doesn't recognize the animal they're supposed to be from, but he doesn't need to know what something's called to shoot it.]
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Seems like he doesn't want to say.]
What about me? I'll give you my name after you've given yours, if that's what you want.
[That's only ~polite~ after all.]
Your real one. Not this Sugimoto guy's.
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[Now that this guy's already ruffled, Ogata has no reason to play nice. The ears, if he had to guess, are some kind of cultutal thing. He's half expecting to be met with a long-winded explaination...
But probably just more of their mutual reluctance to budge on petty shit.]
Sugimoto's an old war buddy, you're right. [hm] We were in the same regiment. [and completely different divisions]
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[Said as if it's... the most normal thing in the world. Because it is, to him. He'd suspected that this guy wasn't pulled from the same world, but that really just cements it. Even people who'd somehow never met a beastman before at least knew they existed.
Still not budging on the name, though.]
So why'd you give me his name and not yours?
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Well, whatever.
His nostrils flare as the conversation lingers on Sugimoto. A tic of something like aggrivation, but he'd been the one to driving the subject.]
He's got a reputation.... they say he's immortal.
I figured that sort of legend would travel farther than someone like me. [He only knows "humility" when it's useful for winning a contest of stubborness.]
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Whatever.]
Don't need to know your reputation, and I don't give a shit about his, since he's probably not here. I'm just asking for your name.
[He already knows he won't know any reputation this guy has - he doesn't know the Sugimoto he's talking about, either, immortal or no, and he really doesn't think that this guy would recognize his own reputation, but that's not what the conversation is about.
Though petty does recognize petty, it's true.]
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His eyes narrow - maybe someday Sugimoto will tear this guy apart.
Nah. They'd probably get along.]
You haven't told me about those ears yet. [He points, hand full of pizza, and takes another bite.]
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...Or maybe they'd just tussle a while and end up getting along, who knows.]
What about em? [Annoyed flick of the ears, annoyed swish of the tail, annoyed bite of pizza...] They're just ears.
Tower
He mostly looks scary. And tall. And he tells him to 'Get ready.']
Ah...ready for what...??? I'm...ready?
I think?
[??????????]
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That's what Ogata would have thought he'd do. Instead, he stays seated and watches the way his company moves. Frightened. Wary. The way his muscles shift is alluring.
He picks up a piece of charcoal absently. Presses it to the canvas without fully realizing what he's doing.] You need to sit. [His voice is low - still bearing the threat he'd intended to deliver.]
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[That's still kind of a scary voice, but they're married! No big deal, right? Just sit, relax...ah.]
Oh! Are you going to paint me???
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[Get the lines down. Convey the feeling of his subject - timid and drawn tight like small prey. Ogata's hand begins to move across the paper, but his eyes never leave his partner.
He doesn't think about being in 'love.'
He only understands the obsession of it. The need for perfection.]
There. Don't move.
Tower
[ You know this man, you've painted his portrait before. The muse. Tall and pale, with striking green eyes. V has a tray of sandwiches in his hands-- (where did that food even come from in this abandoned place?) --and he nudges the tower door open further with his hip as he makes his way inside. ]
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It's as if he knows him. As if he's studied the lines of his face closely, the angles of his body and how it moves to understand perfectly all there is to learn.
But Ogata does not make a habit of proximity.
Taking food from strangers, however...
He holds out his hand, the other fidgeting with a blunt piece of charcoal on the easel.] Give it here.
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[ There's a weary humor to his sarcasm. Obviously the increasing obsession of his spouse has been wearying, but he also holds out hope that not everything is ruined yet. There is something in all of that that speak to who V really is: someone not too keen on giving up. ]
I'm going to open the window for a while, it's suffocating in here.
[ The tray is left in arm's reach as he moves on to do just that. The view of the wildflowers and the ocean soon has all of his attention. ]
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The stretch of his muscle as he reaches for the blinds. The way his frame is basked in light.]
Sit.
Right there. The windowsill. [His voice is quiet, but sharp. This is a new angle - new shades from the setting of the sun - a chance to capture something he hasn't before.
It's thrilling.]
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I'll sit right here, if you bring me my book.
[ This muse is a poetry lover. One might think his husband would like that about him, but does that man love anything but his art? ]