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WHO: Sakutarou Oda and you. Plus an added ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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
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! ]
thesettingsun Shuji Tsushima in one promptWHERE: 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! ]
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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?
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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[ despite the empty gaze of the teenager, his refusal comes with a lot of uncharacteristic strength. it's as if something that akutagawa said went completely against the few ideals that he had. ]
To write is to write about lives. About people. If I kill, I am ending those people's stories before their time. Therefore, I'm not...qualified to write, as long as I keep killing.
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Then stop killing.
[ he states it as if it were obvious. mostly because it is to him. though, he supposes not everyone is as eager to completely change their lives and career as he was. however, this boy doesn't seem like the type to enjoy killing. ]
Your past has no bearing on the person you become. If someone who takes life isn't qualified to write, then choose to be a man who doesn't kill. It's that simple.
[ seriously, stop killing people. ]
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[ this should be the obvious choice-- odasaku knows that this. but having the option presented to him so straightforwardly like that...
it makes him feel an emotion he hasn't felt in a long time.
nervousness. ]
What if it doesn't work? What if I'm no good at writing?
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he turns his nose up for a moment, unable to go more than a few minutes without being a condescending dick, even in the face of this crazy kid's underlying unease.]
Of course you'll be no good. You don't write yet. Talent is useless without practice, so after you actually take up the pen and begin producing works, then you can worry about whether you're good or not.
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[ condescending is...actually no problem for this boy? he takes it with stride because the advice that the other gives is good enough for him. even though he still feels nervous over the idea of basically changing his entire life, he understands what the stranger is saying.
he sighs. ]
Did you ever...change your life? Completely?
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it sure took awhile... but he has purpose now. going from useless and unnecessary, to famous and loved and cared about-- ]
I did. I desired it more than anything, and just like you, someone saw potential in me. Unlike you though, I did not hesitate in taking the chance offered to me.
[ when he looks down at oda, his expression has since returned to its natural impassive state. ]
If you enjoy killing, then continue killing. If not, then write. It's that simple. Only a fool would deny himself his own truth, and knowingly lead an existence that is unsatisfying and meaningless.
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[ oda's not nearly as cruel as other people may think he is. he simply does it because it's what he's been doing for a long time. at this point, he's sure that it's the only thing he's good at.
but he sees this person who changed his life with much less hesitation... ]
It sounds like you have a good life now. I'm a little envious. [ even though his expression is empty, he means it.
he looks down at his books, silent. ] If I could have a life outside of killing...that would be nice.
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I suppose so. It's better than what it used to be, and I will never return to those days.
[ akutagawa follows his line of sight, glancing down at the pair of books. ]
If you look at the human condition as if it were chaptered, think of this moment as your chance to begin anew. It's an easy choice if you ask me.
[ PLEASE JUST DON'T KILL PEOPLE ANYMORE??? WHY IS ODA EVEN IN THIS SITUATION, WHY IS HIS LIFE SO BAD THAT HE HAS TO GO AROUND ICING FOLKS??? akutagawa almost pities him, but that would require him to not be a self-centered asshole with the empathy level of a small reptile. it's the thought that counts though. ]
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[ well, oda sure didn't think about it that way until akutagawa mentions it. for a second, he wonders if he's been seeing everything all wrong until now. though it's not like he can complain about his life up to now, that might just be because he doesn't know how to do complain in the first place.
he nods. ]
I'll try. I want to be good at something else. Other than killing.
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[ this has been the most profound-and-weird-at-the-same-time conversation he has ever had in his life, and he has had a lot of weird conversations.
somehow though, he feels like this kid will be okay. in real life, anyway. please, god, let this just be a fucked-up dream. ]
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[ oda still has his doubts. not because he wants to continue killing, but because that's all he's done in the first place; he can't imagine anything else.
but if this person was supporting him, then...maybe it will be okay. ]
Thanks. For saying that.