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[OPEN] You tell me of our future that you planned...
Characters: Bakura & OPEN
Date: February catch-all log
Location: Various around Khatronma for the first half of the month, then Keeliai and outside the city.
Situation: Assorted run ins. Open starters in the log, closed starters in the comments. Or add your own!
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings if needed in subject headers.
A. KHATRONMA DOCKS, LANDFALL, EVIDET
He's spent almost the entire visit to the continent in Khatronma, having not realized he was desperate to get away from Keeliai for a while until he was actually way from it. Once he was, the air seemed less heavy around him, and he began taking interest in the things he saw. The massive shipyards were fascinating, and the temperature controlled dome let him spend hours walking up and down the berths to examine them.
At the moment, he's stopped his wandering in favour of sitting on the edge of a personal boat shed, the door propped open and an older Bresilykian man inside, working on the overturned hull of a sailboat, or something like it. The Evidet native is keeping up a steady chatter of conversation, and seems to be mid-story about a sailing race that his parents met during.
For the sentimental content, Bakura doesn't even look like he minds. He's even listening, at least well enough to interject with observations and questions during pauses, but he's not carrying the prickly aura he normally projects.
B. WATER SECTOR, KEELIAI
back in Keeliai however, the weather was still bitterly cold. Unfortunately, he still had to go out in order to buy food and necessities, and the hassle of walking all over to find kedan who were willing to sell to Foreigners without ripping them off left him distinctly frozen. He would have been glad to return back to his accommodations had he not been stopped on the street by a crowd of kedan partly blocking the street that ran alongside the canal. They were pulling on skates and venturing out tentatively onto the frozen waterway, and one of them offers a pair of rudimentary skates to the thief.
"No," Bakura said, shaking his head. "Not interested. I don't know how, anyway."
C. JADE SCHOOL OF KUNG FU DOJO, WOOD SECTOR, KEELIAI
Bakura hadn't been here in almost a year (almost two years, if one counted the year that had passed in the Dreaming, and while he was away) and he'd only stopped because he'd been passing by while on his way to something else. But the something else wasn't pressing, and the dojo looked once again abandoned, and so he'd let himself past the low gate and onto the property. He wasn't sure what he expected to happen -- no angry elements came crashing down on his head -- and he touched the clean metal lock on the door.
Ryou must have put that on there. He knew that the dojo had been deeded to the teen when Korra had left the turtle. Now, with Ryou gone as well, it seemed as though it would slip back into disuse.
The lock takes only a moment to pick, and he leaves the door open to step inside. It's immediately obvious that efforts were already made to clean it, but that they hadn't gone very far. Bakura takes a quick tour around the building, making mental notes about what he finds, until he ends up back outside of the dojo's front entrance, staring up at the building with a contemplative frown.
"Hmm..."
Date: February catch-all log
Location: Various around Khatronma for the first half of the month, then Keeliai and outside the city.
Situation: Assorted run ins. Open starters in the log, closed starters in the comments. Or add your own!
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings if needed in subject headers.
A. KHATRONMA DOCKS, LANDFALL, EVIDET
He's spent almost the entire visit to the continent in Khatronma, having not realized he was desperate to get away from Keeliai for a while until he was actually way from it. Once he was, the air seemed less heavy around him, and he began taking interest in the things he saw. The massive shipyards were fascinating, and the temperature controlled dome let him spend hours walking up and down the berths to examine them.
At the moment, he's stopped his wandering in favour of sitting on the edge of a personal boat shed, the door propped open and an older Bresilykian man inside, working on the overturned hull of a sailboat, or something like it. The Evidet native is keeping up a steady chatter of conversation, and seems to be mid-story about a sailing race that his parents met during.
For the sentimental content, Bakura doesn't even look like he minds. He's even listening, at least well enough to interject with observations and questions during pauses, but he's not carrying the prickly aura he normally projects.
B. WATER SECTOR, KEELIAI
back in Keeliai however, the weather was still bitterly cold. Unfortunately, he still had to go out in order to buy food and necessities, and the hassle of walking all over to find kedan who were willing to sell to Foreigners without ripping them off left him distinctly frozen. He would have been glad to return back to his accommodations had he not been stopped on the street by a crowd of kedan partly blocking the street that ran alongside the canal. They were pulling on skates and venturing out tentatively onto the frozen waterway, and one of them offers a pair of rudimentary skates to the thief.
"No," Bakura said, shaking his head. "Not interested. I don't know how, anyway."
C. JADE SCHOOL OF KUNG FU DOJO, WOOD SECTOR, KEELIAI
Bakura hadn't been here in almost a year (almost two years, if one counted the year that had passed in the Dreaming, and while he was away) and he'd only stopped because he'd been passing by while on his way to something else. But the something else wasn't pressing, and the dojo looked once again abandoned, and so he'd let himself past the low gate and onto the property. He wasn't sure what he expected to happen -- no angry elements came crashing down on his head -- and he touched the clean metal lock on the door.
Ryou must have put that on there. He knew that the dojo had been deeded to the teen when Korra had left the turtle. Now, with Ryou gone as well, it seemed as though it would slip back into disuse.
The lock takes only a moment to pick, and he leaves the door open to step inside. It's immediately obvious that efforts were already made to clean it, but that they hadn't gone very far. Bakura takes a quick tour around the building, making mental notes about what he finds, until he ends up back outside of the dojo's front entrance, staring up at the building with a contemplative frown.
"Hmm..."
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A memory flashed. A fight she had had long ago, back when she had just turned twelve. An argument over names. Different context, and different significance...but the exact same subject.
Some things would never change, even with time.
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At least, the way she saw it.
"If you wanted to be a fisherman than go be a fisherman. But use your own pole, rather than try to take someone else's."
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"Ryou is the one gone and I am the one here, and while I'm sure that's the most disappointing outcome for everyone involved, it is not my fault. I did not choose to come back here. I didn't do anything to cause him to leave. And if I'm going to be permanently stuck in this Apep-damned place for good, then it would be delightful to have some kind of identity that consisted of more than not Bakura Ryou."
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Recovery didn't take long, however, and she soon relaxed when it became clear that the outburst was verbal only.
"...this has nothing to do with whether or not you're him. Which you're obviously not. This is about you and the dojo. That's all."
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"Then it's about the dojo I'm taking as my own," he said, tone receding to nettled cynicism. "It's cold out here and my feet are freezing, so you can either come inside and continue harassing me while I mostly ignore you, or you can return later when it's working again, and test if someone so stubborn as you can be taught any new skills."
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She refused to let herself be afraid of him, because she still didn't know if that was what he wanted. One of the many things about him that bothered her; she could never quite get a good read off of him. A disturbing aura, yes, but as to what he actually wanted?
"I don't want to learn anything from you." ...though she didn't sound entirely sure about that. Weighing the pros and cons of learning versus learning from Bakura. "What would you even teach?"
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Dark eyes rolled at her statement that she didn't want to learn as he opened the dojo's door again, stamping the snow from his feet as he started to answer her. "What else would you teach in a plac--" before the door swung closed, muffling whatever else he was saying as he went inside, leaving her to follow or not.
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No. Not today.
If he was determined to continue with this charade (If it was even a charade), then Midii would wait and see. How far he was willing to go, and how the others reacted to him. Then she would make up her mind.
For the time being, however, she turned and--with one last subtle glance over her shoulder to see if he was watching--walked away.