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Yosuke Hanamura ([personal profile] goodanswer) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2014-03-02 04:05 pm

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Characters: Yosuke Hanamura & you
Date: Various days from from March 1st to the start of March missions.
Location: Throughout Keeliai.
Situation: With the creepy fog gone, Yosuke can finally start exploring the city. He'll be out wandering the streets looking for a job, trying the local food, attempting to pick up girls, and possibly getting himself into trouble. Please feel free to add to the extremely generic prompt under the cut (e.g., you can pick whatever sector they're in) or just ignore it entirely if you want. If you want to propose or plot anything you can contact me via PM or at [plurk.com profile] leanpockets!
Warnings/Rating: nothing worth a warning anticipated.


Yosuke had never been so happy to see some sunlight. After a few weeks, he was starting to get anxious. Being stuck in a weird metallic apartment was hard enough - he could get stir crazy just spending a weekend in his room at home. But on top of that was that creepy, unnatural fog that made him feel a little sick to his stomach. It was way too familiar, too close for comfort, and by the final few days he was starting suspect this was the Midnight Channel after all.

Thankfully, the fog lifted, signaling that he'd been told the truth. Well... not so thankfully, because it still meant he was stuck here all by himself. But if he was stuck here fighting some kind of evil demon spawn from beyond the void, at least it wasn't the same evil demon spawn from beyond the void that they'd already driven away once, right?

It put him in a relatively upbeat mood. So today, he was heading out to explore, hands in his pockets and headphones around his neck. This place beat Inaba at least. As small as he knew it was, as a city it felt enormous - tight and cramped like Tokyo, but without all the overpopulation. The kind of city that was very old and built up, from a time of lesser technology. And while the locals still creeped him out, he could avoid them for the most part.

That's why his attention was almost always drawn to anyone who looks like another 'foreigner' like himself. Not being one to worry about making an ass of himself (for better or for worse), he energetically trotted over to each one he saw, one hand pulling out from his pocket to raise up in a greeting.

"Uh, excuse me," he said once he was within earshot. Hmm... did he know this person already, from the computer? He tried to place their face. "I'm guessing here, but you're not a kedan. Right?"

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