monthly catch all!

[odasaku]

WHO: Sakutarou Oda and you. Plus an added thesettingsun Shuji Tsushima in one prompt
WHERE: Dreamscapes! And beach time!
WHEN: Throughout July.
WHAT: July Catch-all!
WARNINGS: To be added as they come

1. Dreamscape

[ oda himself never seems to show much emotion when he finds someone visiting his dreams. at most, his eyes will widen if it's someone he knows-- he's not very into the idea of those he knows peering into his thoughts.

but oda will stay quiet and continue to spectate into his own dreams as you're pulled in. have fun. ]

a. [ it's raining.

even inside the bright café, the rain seems to bring down the mood of the establishment as it falls continuously. the scents of tea and coffee are strong, but not overwhelming. it's a peaceful place, in a melancholic sort of way.

but what stands out over everything else is the young teenager that speaks to a mustached, middle-aged man. on the boy's side of the coffee table are two books-- one closed, the other open. ]

Then, you write it. [ the voice is the older male's, who looks sternly at the teenager. ] That is the only way the novel can retain its completeness. Writing novels is about writing people. How people live and how they die. The way I look at it, you have that qualification.

[ the teenager looks at the mustached man with a surprised, yet empty, gaze ] Who are you?

[ what the mustached man says, nobody hears. not you nor oda. it might be the answer, or maybe it isn't. either way, the man leaves after that, leaving you and the boy alone in the coffee shop. ]

b. [ this dream is much different.

the giggle of children is the first thing you'll hear. five children rounded up and tied up in what seems to be a makeshift rope made out of a blanket. most of them giggle but the oldest, the ringleader, does not.

oda stands over him, expressionless. ]

You give up yet?

[ the answer is immediate ]

No I won't!

Then, let's have some Port Mafia-style torture. [ but before anyone thinks that it's going to be an awful dream, oda actually just...begins to tickle the boy. between tears and laughter, the boy surrenders almost immediately. the children are untied, and oda moves to the door to leave. ]

Next time we'll definitely beat you!

[ oda scoffs, lighthearted despite the lack of emotion in his expression ] I'll look forward to it.

2. Beach! (ft. thesettingsun if you'd like!)
[ with summertime finally here, oda's going to take the time to visit the beach at least three times a week.

sometimes he'll be seen actually bathing in the beach, but most of the time he's just sitting on the sand, staring at the horizon or reading. and sometimes, shuji might be there, too, if you'd like to talk to the both of them! ]

Comments

1b

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji observes this scene from a vantage point on top of the bunk bed. Whether it's a dream or a memory or both, it's adorable.

Before Oda can leave, Shuji speaks up, singsong.]

I know Odasaku's weakness~

[odasaku]

[ both oda and the children's attentions turn toward's shuji's presence. the kids huddle together, unsure of this stranger.

oda, on the other hand, looks reasonably calm, although his hand reaches underneath his coat. first, he has to determine if this person is foe or friend. ]

How did you get h-- What's his weakness!?

[ it's the oldest child that cuts oda off. he looks unsure of the stranger, but he won't pass a chance to defeat oda when it's right there...on his bed? ]

[thesettingsun]

[Being suspicious of a stranger on your bed is generally a good idea, but the oldest child has his priorities in the right place.]

It's hugs. Hug him and he's totally disarmed.

[odasaku]

Haah?! What kind of dumb weakness is that?!

[ the oldest child is still suspicious of shuji, and the advice is too strange to accept so easily.

oda continues to watch, his gaze fixed on shuji. the child continues to question him, though. ]

How do you know that anyways?!

[thesettingsun]

I have psychic powers.

[It's more plausible than the real explanation, and certainly a lot quicker.]

1a

[livingimpaired]

I like that look that you have in your eyes.

[ Kei announces his presence in the worst way possible. Why wouldn't he? He still wonders if he should be anywhere close to Oda after -- his gaze drifts away. He decides to takes his seat opposite of the young teenager, crossing his legs as he chuckles at the empty stare. ]

It's the look of someone who does not yet know their own greed.

uses adult oda icons because i dont fear god

[odasaku]

[ as a trained assassin, odasaku quickly straightens up in alertness as soon as kei makes his presence known. his gaze narrows and his hands lower to his lap, settling on top of the guns.

when he speaks, his voice is raspy, quiet; he doesn’t talk much, it seems. ]

What do you want?

[livingimpaired]

I suppose to have a chat.

[ He holds his hand out to the side, like he is gesturing to the various options that he has available to him. Like the two of them are on some game show. Chuckling to himself, he closes his eyes as he takes in the atmosphere. It has such a comfortable feeling to it. ]

I did not think that you could even remember anything that feels this way.

[odasaku]

[ the teenager looks at kei, and then down at his open book, as if considering the options in front of him. he recognizes that there’s something wrong with this man, that he shouldn’t be trusted. the fact that he talks as if they’ve met before puts him off even more.

he stays silent, but continues to stare blankly at kei, as if expecting him to continue. ]

[livingimpaired]

That sort of stare. You don't know me?

[ He props his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his hand as he carefully watches the teenager's face. His gaze drops down to the book and he smiles at how it appears to be something fond. ]

Well, then, might I give you advice on how to know people?

1b

[strawberrypunch]

[He actually stands back to watch for the majority of it - the kids really seem unconcerned about the threat of torture, and with good reason, it turns out.]

...They look happy.

[Those giggles they can't hold back.]

[odasaku]

[ tatsuma's voice alerts both dream oda's and the children's attention towards him. oda looks calm on the surface, but the children look quite curious to see someone unknown. ]

Odasaku! Is that a friend of yours?!

[ oda doesn't answer immediately, giving tatsuma a once-over before nodding slowly. ]

Yeah. Go back to your room so I can talk to him.

[ the kids run back in the room, closing the door with a loud sound. it's then odasaku turns to tatsuma, his expression one of concern. ]

Who are you?

[strawberrypunch]

[Oh... Oops. Maybe he should have stayed silent?

A little too late for that now. He keeps out of the way while the kids leave, holding his hands up. If this Oda thinks of him as a stranger, better to look as nonthreatening as possible.]

Tatsuma. Tatsuma Hiyuu. We've, um... met, 'cause of the app.

[odasaku]

[ oda listens to this person--tatsuma's-- explanation in silence. his expression doesn't change as he seems to be thinking about it and then-- ]

Yeah. You're his friend. [ he nods ] But I'm not...exactly him.

[strawberrypunch]

[Oh...

Huh?]

You're... another him?

1b

[me_matey]

-Oh no. It's super cute. This is super goddamn cute! Satsuki is practically gasping and wiggling at the sight. No, it can't be contained, this kind of thing can't be contained at all! So who could blame her, indulging in the warmth of this dream, and dashing in to give the kid some back-up against his tickle assailant, jutting her fingers into his ribs and jittering them back and forth.-

[odasaku]

[ odasaku sees her coming from the corner of his eye, but unfortunately for satsuki, her tickling will have no effect.

or well, it does but oda is able to resist it. even if the kids yell in support for the new member, odasaku's in high alert for this new stranger. could she pose a threat to the kids? ]

Too bad that won't work on me. [ oda decides to switch his attention to the stranger, mimicking her action and tickling her instead. ] You wanna give up?

[me_matey]

-Honestly, she should have guessed he was immune to tickling, stoic as he so often was. Satsuki, on the other hand, was terribly weak against it, and immediately collapsed, screaming for mercy between laughs.-

[odasaku]

[ oda gives her mercy as soon as she asks for it. the kids seem awfully disappointed that their savior was taken down so quickly!! ]

Nice try. It's too bad it didn't work.

[ the kids laugh, and oda quickly unties them ]

Next time, we're definitely gonna get you! [ they turn to satsuki ] You're gonna help us, right?

[me_matey]

-After some coughing...-

I'm definitely gonna try, but this guy won't make it easy on me. Whoo! -She'd severely underestimated Oda's tickle capacity.-

1A

[clothes]

[ a common thread in all the dreams he's been traipsing into have been that he's known the people, and they could recognize him quickly regardless of what was going on. akutagawa isn't sure what he's seeing, just glances between both parties and the cryptic conversation he'll never really understand.

he's curious, but he isn't sure what he wants to do first, but ultimately settles for approaching the teenager. as per his usual habit, akutagawa's steps are light and quiet, hands in his pockets, expression giving nothing away. hopefully he doesn't get horrible teenage sass or some kind of 'eeee it's akkun give me your autograph!!' bullshit. ]

Do his words make sense to you? Or is his overwrought and vague adultness going over your head?

[ that was ruder than necessary he didn't mean it like that sorry.....sorry kid...sorry..... ]

[odasaku]

[ don't even worry, akutagawa! oda doesn't care about rudeness or...about you in general. his expression is equally listless as he actually manages to hear the other coming.

if he feels that this stranger will be a threat, then oda will not hesitate to pull the guns out from under the table and shoot.

but for now, he stares. ]

They don't make sense. Why would I be capable of writing?

[clothes]

[ akutagawa only wishes someone would shoot him in his trashbag face and put him out of his miserYWHOOPS WHO SAID THAT???

anywho... akutagawa's expression is impassive because he doesn't have any answers either, only experience to go by what with being in a similar situation at such a tender age. if anything, despite his gnashing and bitching, he's still tender and impressionable and searching for an answer to 'is being voiced by onoken really the main reason i was scouted to be an idol?' sure, the idol world is brutal and insane, but having never been one to see honest potential in others makes him feel unqualified to offer any useful perspective. ]

There is no way to tell at this time. You have yet to begin truly writing, and exploring what you are capable of. Am I correct?

[odasaku]

Correct. I only got these books from a target's house.

[ he's never even been an avid reader before then. even now, all he has with him are those two books-- like they're important to him.

but if pressed for a reason, oda would most likely be unable to find one.

he finds it strange that a near stranger would be able to see farther than he could...or is he just lying? ]

I'm only capable of killing. That man says otherwise. I'm not sure how he saw that.

[clothes]

[ KILLING............. akutagawa has beaten the shit out of people, and he's not above severe harm such as stabbing and choking people out, but killing people is a little, uh... that's a bit much, even to him. ]

You aren't him. You'll never know. Especially since you aren't at his level of wisdom yet.

[ unfortunately, akutagawa thinks. he'd sure like the insight to recognize talent like his beloved mentor nazuna has. it's bullshit. ]

If you trust his word and believe his ideals are respectable, then try writing. It's not as if you can't kill and write on the side.

[ should he...be encouraging this kid to...be killing people, even if it's a dream??

focus, ryuunosuke, focus, is what he screams at himself; as in, focus on feeling like dumb inexperienced shit and not on the fact he's talking to an actual real life murderer. ]