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melodiesoflife2016-07-05 07:41 pm
mindofathief) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-07-05 07:41 pm
Bon Voyage, Amigo
Characters: Duster and everyone
Where: Aqures Ixen (Observatory, House A-03, Airship Port) and Balicea
When: July 04th - July 10th.
Summary: Duster sets up a memorial for Zelda and is sad, then mopes around in his house as he thinks about the case he was involved in. He travels to Balicea to clear his mind.
Warning: Discussions of death and murder and all the misery from the event.
July 04th, Observatory
[There's not a lot Duster can do after the bloodbath that lead to Rialynn killing Zelda. No, that wasn't Rialynn, but someone controlling her. One dear friend killing another, resulting in a chaos and tears. Lives senselessly lost because someone hated the Heroes so much.
And now Duster is alone to mull over the tragedy. Despite sharing the same pain of a Hero dying, there aren't man people he feels comfortable approaching. His guilt over killing two friends is nothing compared to the loss the Heroes are feeling. Not only were civilians killed, but they lost a long time friend, one who was a ray of sunshine during these dark times.
He has fond memories of Zelda. Meeting her in the music shop, buying an ocarina together, talking about music, comforting her in the Observatory when Link turned into a statue...so many little moments that are forever lost. Now she lives in the crystals and in their memories. There is a memorial set up to the Heroes outside the observatory, one created months before he arrived, but Zelda deserves something personal from him.
On the fourth, Duster picks one of the room on the second floor. The one where he spoke with Zelda in February. There's an unused set of drawers in the corner, and with a cloth he had Tamekichi buy, he creates a makeshift memorial. Written with paint on a ceramic plaque is "ZELDA", and he brings his offering: the same ocarina he had on him for the past six months. He has to thank her for teaching him and setting him down on the path towards mastering the Bard class.]
July 05th - 07th, House A-03
[Most of the following days are plagued with vivid memories of killing Jack Harkness and Santa. How he carefully stepped across the rooftops, pushed Jack over and watched him calmly as he fell to his death. How he leaped down from the rooftops, striking Santa in the perfect spot to break his neck, feeling the snap underneath his shoe. Remembering running away, not looking back at the bodies of his dead friends.
And they're still here. Jack and Santa are still in Aqures Ixen; they know who killed them. Duster can't imagine running into them in public again without those memories flashing in front of his eyes. Akane might hate him. He can't think about going outside at all. Rialynn has her own problems to worry about. There's not one to really talk to about it.
For the next few days, he holes himself up in his room, lying on his bed or on the couch when Sparks Nevada isn't home and listening to sound of heavy rain hitting the streets and the roof. It's too difficult to get up and walk around again. Perhaps if he just stays here forever, things will work out.]
July 08, Aqures Ixen
[There's one answer for his troubles: go on a trip to sort out his feelings, to somewhere far away from Santa and Jack. If he's having too much fun playing in Balicea, me might feel better about all this. The morning of the 08th, during a non rainy spell between stomrs, Duster packs a small bag containing two days of supplies, and umbrella, and his suit - the one Santa picked out for him. If they're able to talk again, he should thank him.
Duster's switched out his Monk Job for the new Dragoon Job he earned his month. It doesn't feel right to have the abilities that killed two of his friends. Two people he murdered himself. Dragoon isn't completely safe; it reminds him of pushing Jack off the roof, but at least he can't snap people's necks while he isn't carrying a weapon on him.
Before he leaves, he pins a note on the front of the door in case anyone planned on talking to him.]
I'm leaving on a trip today. Be back on the 10th. I need to be alone for a while.
- Duster
[Tamekichi helps hims roll his double bass out the door of his house, down the two steps, and onto the streets towards the airship docks. The Moogle can't carry any of Duster's bags on his own, but he does his best to make sure the bass case doesn't tip over on the uneven cobblestones. It's a slow process, one that gives Duster the time to think about what to do.
He's going to visit the bars. Play some jazz for the patrons not as a Hero of Light, but just Duster. No dead friends or mind controlled friends to worry about.
Anyone keeping an eye out can spot him leaving and walking through Aqures Ixen, his head down and watching the pavement. It's not like he's going to notice you unless he bumps right into you.]
July 08th - 10th, Balicea
[Balicea is a lovely place. If Duster wasn't carrying a bass and he wasn't in the pits of despair, he would love the breeze and cool weather. Stepping off the ramp, he wonders if coming here and performing was ever a good idea.
It's too late to turn back now. With not other choice, he finds an inn and settles down in his room. He has a performance tonight and three tomorrow, which means he has no time to relax. His work ethic kicks in, and with only music worth worrying about, he practices every chance he gets. Songs that will clear the terrible memories and emotions from his mind. Something else to focus on.
When not performing a quiet jazz solo in various bars, he's at the local music shops. His ocarina is now dedicated to his fallen friend, and if he ever wants to use the Bard Job again, he needs a new portable instrument. Not an ocarina, though. That reminds him too much of their first meeting.]
July 10th, Aqures Ixen airship port
[It's raining when the airship lands, but the grey skies don't have the oppressing presence of the ones that he left on his trip. He hasn't forgotten what happened. To forget even the sad things would be disrespectful, and he would learn nothing from it. Instead, his heart is less heavy. The dread that permeated his mind is mostly gone, and he can walk through the streets with a clear head again.
Perhaps someone has been waiting for his arrival.]
Where: Aqures Ixen (Observatory, House A-03, Airship Port) and Balicea
When: July 04th - July 10th.
Summary: Duster sets up a memorial for Zelda and is sad, then mopes around in his house as he thinks about the case he was involved in. He travels to Balicea to clear his mind.
Warning: Discussions of death and murder and all the misery from the event.
July 04th, Observatory
[There's not a lot Duster can do after the bloodbath that lead to Rialynn killing Zelda. No, that wasn't Rialynn, but someone controlling her. One dear friend killing another, resulting in a chaos and tears. Lives senselessly lost because someone hated the Heroes so much.
And now Duster is alone to mull over the tragedy. Despite sharing the same pain of a Hero dying, there aren't man people he feels comfortable approaching. His guilt over killing two friends is nothing compared to the loss the Heroes are feeling. Not only were civilians killed, but they lost a long time friend, one who was a ray of sunshine during these dark times.
He has fond memories of Zelda. Meeting her in the music shop, buying an ocarina together, talking about music, comforting her in the Observatory when Link turned into a statue...so many little moments that are forever lost. Now she lives in the crystals and in their memories. There is a memorial set up to the Heroes outside the observatory, one created months before he arrived, but Zelda deserves something personal from him.
On the fourth, Duster picks one of the room on the second floor. The one where he spoke with Zelda in February. There's an unused set of drawers in the corner, and with a cloth he had Tamekichi buy, he creates a makeshift memorial. Written with paint on a ceramic plaque is "ZELDA", and he brings his offering: the same ocarina he had on him for the past six months. He has to thank her for teaching him and setting him down on the path towards mastering the Bard class.]
July 05th - 07th, House A-03
[Most of the following days are plagued with vivid memories of killing Jack Harkness and Santa. How he carefully stepped across the rooftops, pushed Jack over and watched him calmly as he fell to his death. How he leaped down from the rooftops, striking Santa in the perfect spot to break his neck, feeling the snap underneath his shoe. Remembering running away, not looking back at the bodies of his dead friends.
And they're still here. Jack and Santa are still in Aqures Ixen; they know who killed them. Duster can't imagine running into them in public again without those memories flashing in front of his eyes. Akane might hate him. He can't think about going outside at all. Rialynn has her own problems to worry about. There's not one to really talk to about it.
For the next few days, he holes himself up in his room, lying on his bed or on the couch when Sparks Nevada isn't home and listening to sound of heavy rain hitting the streets and the roof. It's too difficult to get up and walk around again. Perhaps if he just stays here forever, things will work out.]
July 08, Aqures Ixen
[There's one answer for his troubles: go on a trip to sort out his feelings, to somewhere far away from Santa and Jack. If he's having too much fun playing in Balicea, me might feel better about all this. The morning of the 08th, during a non rainy spell between stomrs, Duster packs a small bag containing two days of supplies, and umbrella, and his suit - the one Santa picked out for him. If they're able to talk again, he should thank him.
Duster's switched out his Monk Job for the new Dragoon Job he earned his month. It doesn't feel right to have the abilities that killed two of his friends. Two people he murdered himself. Dragoon isn't completely safe; it reminds him of pushing Jack off the roof, but at least he can't snap people's necks while he isn't carrying a weapon on him.
Before he leaves, he pins a note on the front of the door in case anyone planned on talking to him.]
I'm leaving on a trip today. Be back on the 10th. I need to be alone for a while.
- Duster
[Tamekichi helps hims roll his double bass out the door of his house, down the two steps, and onto the streets towards the airship docks. The Moogle can't carry any of Duster's bags on his own, but he does his best to make sure the bass case doesn't tip over on the uneven cobblestones. It's a slow process, one that gives Duster the time to think about what to do.
He's going to visit the bars. Play some jazz for the patrons not as a Hero of Light, but just Duster. No dead friends or mind controlled friends to worry about.
Anyone keeping an eye out can spot him leaving and walking through Aqures Ixen, his head down and watching the pavement. It's not like he's going to notice you unless he bumps right into you.]
July 08th - 10th, Balicea
[Balicea is a lovely place. If Duster wasn't carrying a bass and he wasn't in the pits of despair, he would love the breeze and cool weather. Stepping off the ramp, he wonders if coming here and performing was ever a good idea.
It's too late to turn back now. With not other choice, he finds an inn and settles down in his room. He has a performance tonight and three tomorrow, which means he has no time to relax. His work ethic kicks in, and with only music worth worrying about, he practices every chance he gets. Songs that will clear the terrible memories and emotions from his mind. Something else to focus on.
When not performing a quiet jazz solo in various bars, he's at the local music shops. His ocarina is now dedicated to his fallen friend, and if he ever wants to use the Bard Job again, he needs a new portable instrument. Not an ocarina, though. That reminds him too much of their first meeting.]
July 10th, Aqures Ixen airship port
[It's raining when the airship lands, but the grey skies don't have the oppressing presence of the ones that he left on his trip. He hasn't forgotten what happened. To forget even the sad things would be disrespectful, and he would learn nothing from it. Instead, his heart is less heavy. The dread that permeated his mind is mostly gone, and he can walk through the streets with a clear head again.
Perhaps someone has been waiting for his arrival.]
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At least they aren't so close anymore.]
Yeah. I did. [Why has talking gotten so difficult? He should talk about the letters of encouragement and the invites, about his vacation. Whatever Tamekichi said got him too nervous to say anything, and this walk has gotten even more awkward.
...Oh no. They're only halfway through the city and it's been quiet for too long.]
So...I hope Tamekichi doesn't start spreading rumors.
[He and Aoi aren't dating and all the Moogles are going to get the wrong idea.]
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Shit! But seriously, what're you talking about? Is your moogle bein' a jerk to you? [He's pretty sure he could have Tamekichi replaced if he's not being a proper Hero-helper. He's got some moogle employees at the bank who would leap at the opportunity to move up in the ranks. Or, you know, a moogle sized escape room wouldn't be too hard to set up. If he was starting rumors about the murders and stuff, Santa Kurashiki could take care of him for Duster.]
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He desperately shakes his head. Didn't Aoi remember what just happened?]
No, it's nothing bad, just...you know. Moogles like to gossip, and he saw us walking together like this...
[Meaning with their arms wrapped around each other, talking about feelings and stuff.]
Tamekichi is a good Moogle. Usually. [Hitting on all the female Moogles notwithstanding.] But I think...
[Urrrgh. He knows what he should say, but he can't say it. Maybe if he just shuts up and looks at the ground, they can forget it.]
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If it's botherin' you, you can walk on your own. [He turns back to the direction of the residential district and walks even faster than before, purposefully trying to leave Duster behind in the rain. If Duster's so scared of the idea of somebody thinking they might be...together..., then he probably prefers walking on his own.]
It's not like anybody even listens to the fuckin' moogles anymore. 'Specially not one who can't even see 'cause he's wearing freakin' sunglasses in the rain. [He mutters to himself as he stomps down the muddy street.]
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...Aoi has his bag.]
Wait! [He bends over and sprints to catch up with him. As well as one can while carrying a jacket over his arm and dragging a heavy object. Worried or not, Duster's not going home in the rain.]
Hold on. [Duster grabs Aoi's shoulder when he catches up.] Look, I'm sorry.
[For what, he's not sure.]
I didn't mean that we shouldn't walk together. It was more like...I was worried that you were worried. Not that rumors are a good thing! When you're part of a popular band, people gossip about you all the time, and even if it's unavoidable, I don't like it. But you're not me, so I was worried that you would mind, so that's why I said that without thinking...
[And what? Duster realizes there aren't many places to go. Aoi doesn't seem to mind the idea of them being seen as an item, but he doesn't like Duster in that way. As far as he knows.]
...What I'm trying to say is...I'm not...bothered.
[He tightens his grip on the instrument case. This walk home has been getting stranger and stranger.]
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[And there he is, with his stupid hand burning Aoi's shoulder, being all remorseful and shit.]
Ok, sheesh. You think I give a shit what people think? [DON'T ANSWER THAT, DUSTER.] If I cared, I wouldn't have done it in the first place. So...yeah.
[He shrugs off the hand and keeps walking, but it's not such a quick pace this time. Duster could probably keep up with it if he wanted to, even with his instrument case.]
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Well...yes. [It's very obvious Aoi acts different around people that aren't Akane or Duster.
...And he's been especially calm today. Either Akane gave him a good talk that lead to him appreciating Duster more, or something else is up.]
You know...[He follows Aoi, his arm on his back as he moves himself under the umbrella.</small] You've changed. Remember when you used to tease me like you did for everyone else? And here we are, walking home together while you help carry my stuff. ...You've been really friendly today.
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[He shifts his weight when Duster touches his back, but he doesn't pull away. Since when has Duster been so touchy-feely?]
Look, I'm not...I don't...It's not like I was such a shitty friend before. I'm allowed to be nice if I wanna. Don't make it weird. [He may or may not be turning red now.]
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Judging by Aoi's face - which Duster is sure matches his own - he feels the same way. Probably. Neither of them care about the rumors, but it's awkward for both of them. Ugh, why did Tamekichi have to open his mouth?]
I won't... [It's already weird.] But all I'm saying is that this is better than getting cinnamon all over my suit.
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You think you had it bad? I had cinnamon everywhere for days. I had to shower three times before I stopped smelling like a freaking dessert.
[Aoi's soldering through the embarrassment the best way he knows how, by changing the subject and then pretending it never happened.]
You're lucky I was there to make your party so exciting.
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[He kids, he kids.]
But yeah. You made that party more interesting that it would have been if I were in charge.
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And it's not like I didn't get sick too. That was terrible. [Although, Aoi didn't go around confessing his attraction to anyone. He just had weird cactuar encounters and then curled up to suffer through the illness.]
Actually, a lot of us got sick. Maybe you shouldn't plan parties anymore, man.
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[Not that he pays attention to how Aoi smells, but you can't go wrong with cinnamon.]
Yeah...that part could have gone better. I guess something bad had to happen to balance out the fun we had, but in the end, I think it went over pretty well.
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Maybe if there were less people around next time, it wouldn't be such a petri dish for germs.
[Just, you know, a casual suggestion. No ulterior motives. Aoi's only half paying attention, because he's trying to figure out if he could get Ed to mix up some sort of cinnamon-scented body wash or something.]
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[It would be weird if it were just the two of them. Tamekichi would get suspicious.]