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tushanshu_logs2014-04-03 08:15 pm
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[OPEN] Catch his last thoughts...
Characters: Bakura & open~
Date: April catch-all log
Location: Various around Keeliai.
Situation: Mostly fallout from Bianca revealing his identity and dealing with that.
A. KEELIAI - DAYTIME;
After weighing the options in light of Bianca's announcement, Bakura had decided that for the time being, the best and most pragmatic route for him to take was to maintain Ryou's persona as long as there were people who seemed inclined to believe his facade. So he purposely didn't delineate from his routine, leaving his suite at the same time as he normally did, visiting the same shops during his errands. There were only two differences, neither of them immediately visible: first, concealed in his belt was a switchblade and second, he'd purposely left his deck in its case hidden in his suite. On the not-unlikely chance that someone might come after him out in the open, he would not risk the fragile cards being stolen or damaged in a place where replacing them seemed impossible. The Ring was tucked against skin beneath his shirt, the Bakura also stuck to high-traffic areas in which to make his daily routines, though frankly he was doubtful that would have as much impact around here as it might in a regular setting.
B. FIRE SECTOR - LATER IN THE WEEK;
Eventually however, the persona of his host simply becomes impractical to maintain because it isn't believed and so the thief, pragmatic as always, sheds it as a snake frees itself from old skin. So for those who might be used to seeing "Ryou" around the city, he appears as a far cry from the soft-eyed teen who speaks over the network. It's an entire shift of posture, now confident and even aggressive, the very way he carries himself while strolling around the Fire Sector. When he speaks, it's almost as though it's a different voice entirely; the vocal cords are the same but the accent, the phrasing, the inflection... all changed.
C. KEELIAI - FISH MARKET, WATER SECTOR;
As sea life provided the main source of food for the citizens of Tu Vishan, there was a never ending stream of kirin-drawn carts that trekked out to the shell's edge and back again, carrying barrels of fish and other marine creatures to be processed and sold across the city. This had led to a fairly sizable outdoor fish market in the southern part of the Water Sector, under tents and awnings for shade with many merchants and workers bustling about. The air was filled with rapid-fire numbers called as buyers bargained and haggled for what they wanted and the scent of salt and smoke where the meat was cured. It's a tight packed bustle that's ideal for going unnoticed and that in part was what drew Bakura there, in addition to not being so different from markets he remembered.
What he hadn't expected was to have gotten a job while he was there. It had been an offhand but dryly scathing comment as he'd passed by a stall owner trying to mend a net and doing it all wrong-- which Bakura hadn't hesitated to tell him. The result was an indignant well, you do it then if you're so clever followed by a begrudging concession when the offending hole was fixed in under a minute. The thief had done it more because he liked showing people up but the kedan had then followed it with an offer: he had crates and crates of stored nets, mostly in disrepair and if Bakura would work on them, he'd be paid per net. Given that he was most assuredly unemployed from Korra's dojo, it had been worth consideration. The offered wage quoted was quite low: only one juulan for every three nets, especially in comparison to the lavish wage of five juulan an hour that Korra had bestowed him for cleaning the dojo. But the pace was one he could set for himself and the kedan didn't seem to care that he was currently something of a pariah among the Foreigners, so he accepted.
So a few afternoons a week he finds himself sitting atop the dozens of crates stacked beside the main stall, tying and knotting fresh cord through the holes in the nets, seemingly content to be left alone by the shopkeeper and watch the busy crowds streaming back and forth through the tightly packed market.
Date: April catch-all log
Location: Various around Keeliai.
Situation: Mostly fallout from Bianca revealing his identity and dealing with that.
A. KEELIAI - DAYTIME;
After weighing the options in light of Bianca's announcement, Bakura had decided that for the time being, the best and most pragmatic route for him to take was to maintain Ryou's persona as long as there were people who seemed inclined to believe his facade. So he purposely didn't delineate from his routine, leaving his suite at the same time as he normally did, visiting the same shops during his errands. There were only two differences, neither of them immediately visible: first, concealed in his belt was a switchblade and second, he'd purposely left his deck in its case hidden in his suite. On the not-unlikely chance that someone might come after him out in the open, he would not risk the fragile cards being stolen or damaged in a place where replacing them seemed impossible. The Ring was tucked against skin beneath his shirt, the Bakura also stuck to high-traffic areas in which to make his daily routines, though frankly he was doubtful that would have as much impact around here as it might in a regular setting.
B. FIRE SECTOR - LATER IN THE WEEK;
Eventually however, the persona of his host simply becomes impractical to maintain because it isn't believed and so the thief, pragmatic as always, sheds it as a snake frees itself from old skin. So for those who might be used to seeing "Ryou" around the city, he appears as a far cry from the soft-eyed teen who speaks over the network. It's an entire shift of posture, now confident and even aggressive, the very way he carries himself while strolling around the Fire Sector. When he speaks, it's almost as though it's a different voice entirely; the vocal cords are the same but the accent, the phrasing, the inflection... all changed.
C. KEELIAI - FISH MARKET, WATER SECTOR;
As sea life provided the main source of food for the citizens of Tu Vishan, there was a never ending stream of kirin-drawn carts that trekked out to the shell's edge and back again, carrying barrels of fish and other marine creatures to be processed and sold across the city. This had led to a fairly sizable outdoor fish market in the southern part of the Water Sector, under tents and awnings for shade with many merchants and workers bustling about. The air was filled with rapid-fire numbers called as buyers bargained and haggled for what they wanted and the scent of salt and smoke where the meat was cured. It's a tight packed bustle that's ideal for going unnoticed and that in part was what drew Bakura there, in addition to not being so different from markets he remembered.
What he hadn't expected was to have gotten a job while he was there. It had been an offhand but dryly scathing comment as he'd passed by a stall owner trying to mend a net and doing it all wrong-- which Bakura hadn't hesitated to tell him. The result was an indignant well, you do it then if you're so clever followed by a begrudging concession when the offending hole was fixed in under a minute. The thief had done it more because he liked showing people up but the kedan had then followed it with an offer: he had crates and crates of stored nets, mostly in disrepair and if Bakura would work on them, he'd be paid per net. Given that he was most assuredly unemployed from Korra's dojo, it had been worth consideration. The offered wage quoted was quite low: only one juulan for every three nets, especially in comparison to the lavish wage of five juulan an hour that Korra had bestowed him for cleaning the dojo. But the pace was one he could set for himself and the kedan didn't seem to care that he was currently something of a pariah among the Foreigners, so he accepted.
So a few afternoons a week he finds himself sitting atop the dozens of crates stacked beside the main stall, tying and knotting fresh cord through the holes in the nets, seemingly content to be left alone by the shopkeeper and watch the busy crowds streaming back and forth through the tightly packed market.