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Oh, I intend to. My hand might not be enough for the task, though. Want to know what else I might need to use to worship that body of yours?
[And this is where Luca leaves Douman on 'read'.]
[Oh my! Who could possibly be upset with him right now?
Luca will go over to the door but he's not opening it yet. Because he fukken knows what's up but teasing is his indulgence today.]
Who is it?
Luca will go over to the door but he's not opening it yet. Because he fukken knows what's up but teasing is his indulgence today.]
Who is it?
Even being near each other?
[Time for clown lore- I mean. Luca is backing away a bit to try and keep the memories from being shared. It won't last for long though, they cannot escape the memshare.]
[Time for clown lore- I mean. Luca is backing away a bit to try and keep the memories from being shared. It won't last for long though, they cannot escape the memshare.]
Yes, that-
[And of course, it begins.]
[The memory is...strange.
[For one, it seems unfinished. It takes place in a gorgeous imperial garden, but details here seem to buzz, as if by static. There is a good-sized crowd standing around, watching with rapt interest at two men, who stand opposite each other.]
[One is Ashiya Douman.]
[The other is.........the other is.......how odd, how strange, but his face is totally, completely obscured.]
[Douman bends down, picking up a handful of sand, concentrating...and then tosses it into the air. Instantly, the particles of sand blossom into countless swallows, flying around the garden. The other man simply makes a wave of his folding fan - and then the swallows disintegrate into the sand they were.]
[Douman's eyes darken, ever so slightly.]
[Next, the other man recites a spell. A huge dragon suddenly appears in the sky above, to the awe of the crowd, and rain starts to fall down around men. Douman, gritting his teeth, recites a spell...but the dragon persists. He recites it again, and again, until the water seems to be almost to his knees. But to no avail - the other man casts another spell, and just like that, the rain stops, and the dragon disappears.]
[The crowd claps. Douman's eyes grow even darker.]
[It seems the last challenge in this makeshift competition involves a wooden box, which two servants carry out. Douman steps forward, their voice harsh:]
["Whoever loses this round will become the other’s servant!”]
[(There's a strange undercurrent of emotion that seems to come from Douman. Hatred? Jealousy? Something else? It is as if something is overlying what is truly here, like a piece of tape covering something up.)]
[The other man just laughs, pleasantly.]
[Douman points to the box, their smile curving wickedly.]
["There are fifteen oranges inside of the box!"]
["Haha, no, no. Douman...there are fifteen rats in the box."]
[The crowd looks confused. The attendants who had prepared the box shake their heads at what the other man says - one steps forward, declaring that his guess is wrong. He has lost. There are fifteen oranges inside of the box.]
[The man - Abe no Seimei - even with his face obscured as in smoke, seems to smile at the outcome. The attendant nods, moves over to the box to open it -]
[And instantly, rats jump out of the box. The crowd screams a little in surprise as the rats scurry about. The true victor is Seimei.]
[And Douman collapses to his knees. Everyone goes to congratulate Seimei on his victory, and here lies Douman. A failure.]
[Again, the undercurrent of emotion. Again, its sorrow, its despair, its anger, its hatred, its jealousy, and...something else? It burns, like a raging fire.]
[Douman lifts his head, face contorted, ugly, and fixed on Seimei. His enemy. His rival. His..]
[The man in real life clutches their head, letting out a low, pained noise.]
[And of course, it begins.]
[The memory is...strange.
[For one, it seems unfinished. It takes place in a gorgeous imperial garden, but details here seem to buzz, as if by static. There is a good-sized crowd standing around, watching with rapt interest at two men, who stand opposite each other.]
[One is Ashiya Douman.]
[The other is.........the other is.......how odd, how strange, but his face is totally, completely obscured.]
[Douman bends down, picking up a handful of sand, concentrating...and then tosses it into the air. Instantly, the particles of sand blossom into countless swallows, flying around the garden. The other man simply makes a wave of his folding fan - and then the swallows disintegrate into the sand they were.]
[Douman's eyes darken, ever so slightly.]
[Next, the other man recites a spell. A huge dragon suddenly appears in the sky above, to the awe of the crowd, and rain starts to fall down around men. Douman, gritting his teeth, recites a spell...but the dragon persists. He recites it again, and again, until the water seems to be almost to his knees. But to no avail - the other man casts another spell, and just like that, the rain stops, and the dragon disappears.]
[The crowd claps. Douman's eyes grow even darker.]
[It seems the last challenge in this makeshift competition involves a wooden box, which two servants carry out. Douman steps forward, their voice harsh:]
["Whoever loses this round will become the other’s servant!”]
[(There's a strange undercurrent of emotion that seems to come from Douman. Hatred? Jealousy? Something else? It is as if something is overlying what is truly here, like a piece of tape covering something up.)]
[The other man just laughs, pleasantly.]
[Douman points to the box, their smile curving wickedly.]
["There are fifteen oranges inside of the box!"]
["Haha, no, no. Douman...there are fifteen rats in the box."]
[The crowd looks confused. The attendants who had prepared the box shake their heads at what the other man says - one steps forward, declaring that his guess is wrong. He has lost. There are fifteen oranges inside of the box.]
[The man - Abe no Seimei - even with his face obscured as in smoke, seems to smile at the outcome. The attendant nods, moves over to the box to open it -]
[And instantly, rats jump out of the box. The crowd screams a little in surprise as the rats scurry about. The true victor is Seimei.]
[And Douman collapses to his knees. Everyone goes to congratulate Seimei on his victory, and here lies Douman. A failure.]
[Again, the undercurrent of emotion. Again, its sorrow, its despair, its anger, its hatred, its jealousy, and...something else? It burns, like a raging fire.]
[Douman lifts his head, face contorted, ugly, and fixed on Seimei. His enemy. His rival. His..]
[The man in real life clutches their head, letting out a low, pained noise.]
[Luca is instantly by Douman's side as soon as the memory ends. Douman is still upright, but it looks like the person in front of Luca could use a helping hand.]
Douman!
[He's not strong but he can at least guide Douman to sitting down. That's the least he can do when facing someone else's questionable memories.]
Douman!
[He's not strong but he can at least guide Douman to sitting down. That's the least he can do when facing someone else's questionable memories.]
Oh~?
[His answer sounds just as sweet.]
Are you all dressed up fro a visit, then?
[His answer sounds just as sweet.]
Are you all dressed up fro a visit, then?
Edited 2021-02-25 23:42 (UTC)
[ARE THEY REALLY???]
You sounded like you were in pain though. Here just sit down for a moment, I'll get you some water.
You sounded like you were in pain though. Here just sit down for a moment, I'll get you some water.
[AND HE IS BACK WITH WATER sorry Douman he's just. Fretting a bit.]
Here you are, this might help.
Here you are, this might help.
[Luca will move to sit down next to Douman.]
It's understandable. Whatever that vision was, it seems to have hurt you deeply.
It's understandable. Whatever that vision was, it seems to have hurt you deeply.
Ah? Your memory isn't that sharp?
[Oh no that's really concerning!]
[Oh no that's really concerning!]
A...what, exactly?
[Oh boy time for the clown lore.]
You look like a normal man to me, albeit one with creative tastes.
[Oh boy time for the clown lore.]
You look like a normal man to me, albeit one with creative tastes.
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