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WHO: Kiyomitsu Kashuu (

sharplydressed) and you!
WHERE: Various locations around town
WHEN: 3/10, or (nebulous handwaving motions) for wildcard!
WHAT: Newest member of the Anime Eyes Club™ has a hard day and takes everyone down with him
WARNINGS: n/a!

i - a good bean;
[It's a beautiful morning! The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, the weather is finally starting to toe out of crisp winter and into the start of chilly spring. Perhaps you came into the Good Bean today to get a pastry or a hot cup of coffee to give you a little jumpstart? Or maybe you're a coworker lamenting the fact that you have to be up this early to count out 500 packets of sugar for the condiment cart on the other side of the bar. Either way, one barista who greets you today will be wearing a big ol' pair of oversized sunglasses...

If you're stocking things or trying to get cream from carafes or fishing something out of the pastry case, you'll get a:]

Here, lemme get that for you.

[As he promptly proceeds to pick up and hand you the wrong item/drop it/spill it everywhere because it's surprisingly hard to see indoors in dim lighting with sunglasses on! Whoda thunk.

The same mix-ups and slips might happen as he delivers drinks to tables or hands them over the counter, too. Good luck living in the splash zone, customers...]

ii a - library;
[His fool ass thought red eyes were the only thing he had to worry about, but naturally it isn't that easy. He's had a long day today! It's been a very stressful few hours of making a mess out of everything and as soon as his shift's over, he is outta there. He grabs a cup of hot chocolate to-go, one of the new pastries they're testing, and ollies off to the library to unwind and read some mindless garbage.

Which is where he can be found a few hours later, seated in one of The Cozy Chairs, sipping his drink and snacking on the pastry that he successfully smuggled in. Maybe you're drawn over by the delicious scent of forbidden baked goods, the enormous shades he's still wearing or the ridiculous title in his hands - The Prince of Cats? But as you come closer, something starts fluttering in the air just slightly above his head.

Sparkling flower petals, to be precise.

It seems he hasn't noticed yet, and won't for a little while unless it's pointed out. If it isn't, a few petals eventually land in his lap and he turns a baffled stare upward first, over to the wall, and then to you.]

...Did you open a window?

[He asks, sitting nowhere near the latchable windows.]

ii b - park;
[Have you ever wanted to star in your own cheesy romance film? No? Too bad because that's exactly what you get today. Whether you're sitting on a bench, chilling out with the foliage or trying to walk your dog, suddenly the air around you is a shimmery soft pink just like in all your favorite shoujo anime. The petals seem to come from near that tree you're passing by - and here comes a mysterious stranger, walking from around the other side of it! You might even hear the gentle romantic notes of a piano in the distance...

At which point Kiyomitsu plugs the headphones back into his phone, giving up on trying to shut soundcloud off. He's been having some app struggles lately, let him live... That said, upon spotting anyone near enough:]

Hey, d'you think you could give me a hand real quick?

[Actually, the closer he gets, the sketchier he looks. What's up with those sunglasses? That big coat? The scarf pulled up to his nose? It's almost like he's trying to hide his identity for some reason. Maybe you should just skip out on starting this guy's route, lest you uncover some hidden mob ties or something.]

ii c - around town;
[People later in the day won't be so lucky, though. They don't get a soft and gentle shower of unobtrusive petals, OH NO. Kiyomitsu had just been pleasantly cozy before, after all, but now he's excited because:]

Oh—! They picked mine for the cover--

[He reaches out to pluck a magazine off the rack - maybe one at the check-out line of Freshens or just from a stand on the sidewalk - which sports a very pretty dress on the front.

...And at about the same time, poof! There goes a whole cloud of shimmering petals, bursting vigorously out of thin air around him and possibly smacking right into the faces of innocent bystanders. They smell nice, at least, even if they might temporarily blind anyone unfortunate enough to be walking into the dangerzone.

Kiyomitsu just squawks loudly, caught somewhere between embarrassment, surprise and disbelief.]

Again—?!

[He'll apologize for that mouthful of flowers in a second.]

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[You know the drill! If there's anything else you want to use this post to hit Kashuu up for, be my guest!]

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[If good associations can save his ass, he is all for them okay...

But for now, he just looks a little furtive and - well. Suspicious?! Of course he does, he doesn't know how to hold himself in a sneaky fashion, he's spent his whole life doing the exact opposite of trying to blend in. Even so, he considers whether or not he wants to answer honestly for a hot second before he actually does answer. As if he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can get away with just pretending he's got a cold or something actually normal.

What even is normal in Recolle anymore, damn. He's so tired.]

If I actually became a peacock, I'd blame you. [Not really BUT LORD, don't curse him, Yuri!!

He keeps his phone out, anyway, and sets off around Yuri, sticking close to the treeline. You know, just in case petals start bursting overhead again. The last few from the last explosion are still gently fluttering down over his head and onto his shoulders and may even land on Yuri as he sweeps past.]

They notice some things, yeah, which is annoying. If they're gonna notice stuff, they should notice that horses totally vanished and not someone's eyes.

Blame accepted.

( He'd get it all on film, no real regrets. If this is happening, he knows it's not his doing, so he's fairly sure any peacock changes would be Just Fine. As it is, he watches Kiyomitsu fail to sneak on past, frowning as the movement of falling petals finally catches his eye. One lands on his shoulder; he picks it up between two fingers, frowning. )

...

( He looks abruptly back to Kiyomitsu, really registering what he's been seeing. )

You're kidding. Petals?! And your eyes?

( Yuri's walking right after him, trying to get a good look at his face. Now he's Curious. )

What colour?

They're from the trees, okay? The trees.

[The trees that are only just barely beginning to bud... Look, he's doing his best here. He's trying really hard to make this work and skirt through the park with as few strange looks as he can possibly manage.

At the question about his eyes, though, he'll turn around and lift up his shades enough to show off the Very Red irises they're hiding.]

The new hit eye color that's sweeping the town. Lucky me, huh?

( Yuri blinks at the irises, lifting his shoulders in a half-assed shrug. Dave has red eyes now too, and he wasn't kidding when he said it was kind of badass once it was verified nothing was wrong with his eyes. No pain, no sudden sensitivities, no... sudden onset blindness? Kiyomitsu gets an extension of that sentimentality: )

They look nice.

( Since he's a fashion focused kind of guy, he opts for "nice" instead of "badass." Look how sensitive he is. (...) )

The petals are kind of extra.

( He notes, on the other hand, his free hand out and snatching another falling petal from the air. )

Might want to save the tree excuse for when they're actually in bloom. So what are you? Drowning in cherry flower power? That's a whole new level of weird...

( Actually how in the world was he supposed to be helping anyone here? Yuri's taking this distraction and running from his own thoughts. This also includes holding up a petal and considering putting it in his mouth. Is it a real petal?

It's so tempting... )

[Oh. Well.

He blinks, clearly a little surprised by that. Red is his favorite color and all, and he might even be the sort to wear circle lenses just for shits and giggles, but the general NPC reaction of what happened here was enough to make him feel Regret.]

You think?

[He pops his shades back on anyway, though. Eventually he'll ditch them and rock his red eyes like the moron he is, but for now, it's a little too much.

Especially with the whole petal thing.

Which are real enough and probably taste like an actual sakura petal would if he puts it in his mouth like a bozo. Whether it stays there to be chewed up or vanishes in a puff of shoujo sparkles upon contact with his tongue is up to you...]

Yeah, I... don't really get what's going on. But it keeps happening - they just kind of appear around me. I don't think it happens when I'm around other people, though? Or it stops when they show up, at least.

[Which is one part of the reason he's looking for help (the other being help me turn off soundcloud.) Unfortunately, he's dead wrong about the cause LIKE A FOOL.]

Is there a point saying shit I don't mean?

( Probably not, but realistically, while angry, he says things he doesn't really mean all the time. Emotions and difficulty with communication are challenges he's trying to sort through now that they're becoming more relevant.

Hell, he's talking to more people than he ususally bothers with on account of being dragged into this Retrospec Beta business. It's an odd thought. )

Then the theory is what, you ask for escorts from place to place, like a buddy system? ( He frowns, contemplating his captured flower petal. ) Sounds like a hassle. ( He finally gives in to the impulse, plopping the flower petal in his mouth. Frankly, he expects it to taste like a flower, and he's not disappointed: but it also dissolves in a poprock crinkling magical like manner, which he certainly did not expect. He swallowed the saliva that provoked (but no flower, he notes, the flower petal is gone) and reaches out to snatch another, wide eyed, off Kiyomitsu's shoulder. )

Hey, Kiyomitsu, have you tried this?

( Trick question, Kiyomitsu, since Yuri isn't asking so much as demonstrating how one might ask a question as an excuse to get someone to speak so you can shove a flower petal in their mouth to dissolve in magical poprock flower flavours. On the other hand: apparently he does remember Kiyomitsu's proper name. And opts not to use it, 98% of the time. )

People say things they don't mean all the time.

[Says Kiyomitsu "actual living tsun in the flesh" Kashuu, who knows that better than most...

But that's still enough of a reassurance to soothe him, apparently. He adjusts his glasses a little, feeling like slightly less of a hot mess. But only slightly.]

Anyway, yeah, that's the plan. ...Ish. Kinda. Obviously I can't find people everywhere I go, but if I move fast enough through those parts, it's fine.

[A big hassle, in other words... His attention briefly drifts off toward his destination - the apartment complexes in the district ahead - so he misses Yuri living life on the edge there and only turns around once he hears his name being called.]

Tried wh—

[AND HE'S BEEN HAD. Honestly it's not an unpleasant flavor experience, but it's still so startling that he ends up choking on his own spit. Elegant.]

Sure, but that's why most people aren't worth listening to.

( Yuri's blunt enough about what he says to mean most of it when he's not... angry. It's when he's angry and hurt that things go off rails. Possibly when he's embarrassed too, but that tends to lead to being angry, leading him right back to the source of his problem in the first place.

He hums, not really paying too much attention. )

Take up sprinting, say it's a health thing, I guess.

( But then there's the whole flower petal discovery, and Yuri doesn't stop himself from laughing at how Kiyomitsu looks after. One hand comes up to shove his hair off his forehead as he cracks up, his other arm wrapping around his middle. )

Shit! You should see your face right now! But that was pretty good, right? Totally weird, it just dissolves. I'd love to see science explain this. Think you can work this into your runway shows?

( he's not a model Yuri it has NOTHING TO DO WITH RUNWAYS but whatever he's amused instead of frightened at the fact magic appears to be real. how did chocobos and horses do a switch? magic. or mass memory overwrites.

so magic, basically. )

[OH, YURI. He can't even say he's surprised to hear something like that from Yuri, since it does seem like a very Yuri-ish thing to say (from what he does know, little as it is).

He might even find it endearing if he wasn't choking on magic flowers! Now there's something sprinting can't fix.]

Don't just shove things into my mouth! Oh my god, you don't even know where these came from! I don't even know where these came from!

[From the physical manifestation of his own happiness, SAPPY. Maybe that's why they taste like delightful little poprock magic bites of floral joy. He makes an "ergh" sound, in any case, and resists the urge to spit onto the sidewalk. That is not what fashion designers do.]

Gross, gross... That was so weird! But-- [HE'S RIGHT.] There's nothing left in my mouth at all? All the other ones stayed behind, I think.

["I think", because he usually hightails it the heck out of wherever the floral blast zone is.]

( He's still snickering, unapologetic since nothing had happened. Look, it was weird? And sure, generally he's not shoving things in people's mouths, but these were Kiyomitsu's flowers in the first place, he may as well experience the magic firsthand. )

Yeah, but come on, they haven't even touched the ground. No five second rule.

( Or whatever rules are involved, he's never really gotten that. He shrugs it off, nonchalant in the fact he doesn't care. He also finally stops laughing, breathing in deep and shaking his head. The smile lingers, unfortunately. )

You think? So you don't actually know?

[He might actually enjoy seeing a smile on this surly punk's face on any other day, but for now, he's just dang tired. He doesn't even have a snappy retort for the five second rule thing! He just rubs his face, huffing out a little sigh.]

Well, at least it didn't taste bad.

[That is not the thing to be focusing on...

Anyway, the petal shower is now done and after Kiyomitsu bats away the last stragglers, they're just. There. Chilling out on the ground. Looking like normal(ish - they're still shimmery) petals that someone might have tossed for a photoshoot or dropped while carrying large arrangements or something.

He toes at one.]

I haven't really stuck around long enough to watch any.

( He helpfully toes at one of the petals as well, shoving his hands in his pockets as he finally settles fully back into his more normal resting neutrality. )

Why not do it now? If you have a little while, it's worth figuring out.

( Since one way or another, they do dissolve in mouth. Maybe around water the same thing will happen? He's vaguely curious, enough to not go cavorting off and leave Peacock on his own. He's not a bad guy, just over the top. He knows a few people of that kind. (Cough, Viktor, cough.) )

[Some people just can't contain their inner peacock... Just wait until Baren arrives.

But for now, Kiyomitsu kind of shifts from one foot to the other before scooting a little closer to the magazine rack. He honestly still wants to bolt... But Yuri does have a point?! He might be able to learn more if he sticks around, too, so:]

Okay... It's not like I have anywhere to be. I already finished my shift and I was just gonna go home and stay there until I could figure this thing out.

( Baren will be unbelievable enough Yuri will want to be around Kiyomitsu simply to normalise.

As it is, he's glancing up from poking at fallen petals and eloquently shrugging. Writing down too vivid dreams? Nothing he really feels like doing, especially not when they involve people he knows. This?

Yeah, this is fine. )

I've got an hour before I need to be off to work anyway.

( Hence he's offering to stick around too in case that whole "doesn't happen when I'm around people" theory is actually true. In the meantime, he goes digging for his water bottle, pulling out the metal canister and considering pouring water over a petal to see if it'll poof. Like spun sugar candy. )

[WELCOME TO THE CLUB, YURI. The club of "having to periodically escape Baren just because he's too much".

For now, though, it's just the two of them, a bunch of shimmering petals on the ground, and a few baffled NPCs who are either wondering 1) why there are flowers everywhere or 2) why these punks are just loitering by the magazine rack. Let them live. Yuri will get a little look of gratitude, too...]

Thanks for staying. Today's been a real pain and I don't wanna deal with it by myself.

[HONEST. He likes good attention but he has only been getting Bad attention today and it's tiring, okay...

As for the magic petals, they might dissolve! They might not!! It's a mystery, we just don't know how magic sakura fubuki petals work.]

( Yuri uncaps his water container, staring down at the scattered petals around their feet. )

Sure, whatever. Handling any of this stupid shit's more than anyone wants.

( It's all an offhand statement; Yuri does find it all weird, and it would be even more disconcerting if he hadn't started accepted this is what it's going to be. Taking it in stride is a practical self defense measure. He's had to adapt to things before. He'll adapt to this, too. )

Flowers aren't so bad. Imagine if it was hail.

( He's imagining big fat hail to be fair, and also the amount of bruising that'd be involved. Plus potential property damage... meanwhile, he pours out a thin stream of water over a metal, managing to hit his mark and watching for any POOF magic. )

Ugh, I hate being cold.

[Because he's not imagining big fat hail, he's just imagining the normal annoying sort that pelts people eternally and makes them wish they were inside with a hot steaming cup of cocoa...

Also, the petals just get majestically soaked, even though they continue to shimmer prettily. The effect is significantly lessened when they're damp and stuck to the ground rather than swirling gloriously through the air, though.]

...Weird. [LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE.] I dunno how these stupid things work at all.

( ...okay, disliking being cold is a thing, sure. Not quite what he thinks about with hail, but to each their own. The petals don't change on the ground, which is actually mildly disturbing: why did they mouth poprock dissolve explode. Why.

Why is Retrospec filled with trolls. Why. )

The memories? The weird changes? The weird stuff that gets sent out? These are acting like petals, only... prettier, I guess?

Yep. That and anything they come out with after today, I guess. Maybe we'll get lucky and it'll be a big fat "nothing".

[AND THEN THEY GET DANCING FRUIT INSTEAD, nice.

But at least for now, it's just a soggy, shimmering pile of flower petals. He grinds a few of the petals off to the side into the ground, sighing a little.]

What a pain.

( This is so much less fun to watch than what happens when he ate one... )

A big fat nothing has been all the answers they've been giving us the whole time. That hasn't changed.

( he points out, shoving his hands into his pockets, water bottle tucked under an arm. he doesn't like any of this, and frankly, the eyes? not so bad. physical changes? not so bad. they've all been minor. what happens if they get bigger? what happens if they start swallowing people whole?

he thinks flower petal storms is a relatively innocent occurrence in the face of what else might be out there. )

At least this kind of thing isn't hurting. Well, anything more than your pride, since you're walking around like this is a walk of shame instead of trying to get around town normally.

It's hard not to treat it like that. What part of this is normal?

[Though Yuri is definitely right... It's not harmful to him, or at least not so far. Nothing's done him any wrong, embarrassment aside, which is more than can be said for people like Dave or even Yamato.

That's why his sulking dies down a few notches. He straightens out his jacket a little, resisting the urge to turn away or shrink a bit when customers walk by. His shades are adjusted somewhat nervously once or twice; in a week, he'll have ditched them entirely.]

...What about you, huh? Have you had any weird run-ins with Retrospec?

Nothing, but if it keeps happening, then it's your new normal.

( He shivers. Not because Kiyomitsu's suffering anything dangerous (flower petals, really, sparkling flower petals), but because these things are happening and keep happening. He's waiting to see if any of them fade away. )

Hm? ( Looking back up, he blinks, then snorts, shaking his head. ) You mean more than the stuffed cats that other people got? No, just weird dreams like people have talked about.

( He... pauses. Realisation striking as his eyes widen a touch. )

Skating. I know how to ice skate now.

[Ah, the weird dreams and the stuffed cats... Truly, someone in the Retrospec headquarters have it out for Yuri. (He also pointedly ignores the first part because, innocuous as flowers are, a "new normal" is not something he wants to consider.)

SO, INSTEAD:]

What, like... you just woke up one day and knew how to skate? Like Anya with the Russian thing? You didn't forget how to ride a bike or anything at the same time, did you?

( Yuri's life is suffering, especially in his mini gay crisis that he's not talking about. It's very difficult being seventeen and dreaming about your dance instructor seductively ice skating. He'd like to sidestep that, but he's en route to dealing with him face to face. Or... however one deals with these things. Yuri has no clue.

Much like he doesn't have a clue about ice skating. With a shake of his head, he pulls his hands out of his pockets and starts fiddling with his water bottle. )

No, no, it wasn't... So I work at the ice rink at Stardust, all right? But I haven't tried skating until recently, 'cause I have enough to do and it's not required. One of my coworkers has really been pressing it, so I'd finally started learning? I know how to dance, and I know how to move, but it's not the same when you're skating.

( or it wasn't. he frowns, glancing up to Kiyomitsu and his dumb sunglasses. as if Yuri himself doesn't wear sunglasses. )

I was on the ice when something just... clicked. And I launched into a triple axel. I didn't land it, my momentum was all messed up and I didn't hold the rotations right so I stepped out at the end, but I didn't even know what the hell that was before then and I did it. ( he snaps his fingers. ) Just like that, out of nowhere.

Edited (actually real) 2017-03-26 05:11 (UTC)

[WELL THAT'S right up there with "explodes flower petals randomly" for useless super powers...

But it's also the first time he's heard of anyone experiencing something like that, so he's giving Yuri a curious look, even if it's obscured by his sickass shades don't hate.]

D'you think you could do it again if someone asked you to? Like... was it just a one time thing, or d'you remember everything about it even now?

[One's definitely weirder than the other, and personally, that's the option he's leaning toward. Just because Retrospec seems to go as weird as possible whenever possible.]

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