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[wordcarvings]

koutarou kurashiki

Let my art be the sound of my soul / Let it reminisce of the good times / Let it scribble the lines of the bad times / Let it bloom with excitement / Let my art be a representation of me / Just let it be me 

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lemon leaf (landline)

This is Takao at Lemon Leaf at [street #, Apprassage]. I apologize for not being able to take your call at the moment, but leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I'm able to.

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[appraiser]

i would really appreciate it if you could do that for me
it's a lot easier asking people whether they're familiar with something if i could show them a picture
what have you seen/drawn?

[wordcarvings]

Of course, I don’t mind. And I can understand that, I have done that on occasion.

[ And that way, he found a person who shares some memories with him. Sort of. For the first time during all these months. ]

[appraiser]

that would be wonderful! are you busy today? can i come see your atelier?

[wordcarvings]

I have a little work to do, but sure, you can. I’m almost done for the moment.

[appraiser]

i'll bring cookies and we can take a break together
i'll see you in 2 hrs?

[wordcarvings]

Sounds good, I’ll see you then.

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[appraiser]

[ It's later! Ryoji is here with a small bag of glazed lemon sugar cookies, poking his head through the front door and calling out ]

Koutarou? Hi, it's Ryoji...!

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[wordcarvings]

[ Koutarou had been cleaning some brushes and was putting them away where they belonged, so that's what Ryoji finds him doing. ]

Hello, Ryoji-kun, come in.

[appraiser]

Ah! It smells like paint...!

[ It's a nostalgic smell, one he associates with art lessons in elementary school that he gets once a month as a break from physical education. ]

I really admire artists, you know? To be able to see something in one's mind's eye, and bring it to reality.

[wordcarvings]

[ He chuckles. ]

It would be surprising if it didn't.

[ Considering how much he paints, and all that. ]

Oh, it is nice to be able to do that, I quite enjoy it.

[appraiser]

Mm. I can copy alright, but that's not quite the same as drawing... Here.

[ He holds the bag of cookies out to Koutarou once his hands are free. ]

It's lemon~ Like your atelier! Can I ask why you named it that?

[wordcarvings]

No, it's not really. But if you wish to learn there are classes at the university.

[ And Koutarou is teaching some, he might pick up another set, too, he's considering it. ]

Thank you. [ He takes the bag, taking a peek. ] I like lemon, and it felt right.

[ And he has no idea how. ]

[appraiser]

I might. I'm planning to start university this coming fall semester, but there are so many electives I want to try... It's hard finding enough time.

[ Maybe he'll just not sleep! It's fine, he doesn't need sleep. ]

I think it's perfect, the name: I like lemon too! Is it okay to eat inside, or will going outside be better?

[ crumbs, etc. ]

[wordcarvings]

Yeah, I suppose that it is. I only studied art when I was in school, but some of my friends tried to study just about everything.

[ And that could get hard on them, and the people around them. ]

Thank you, I think so too. [ He finds a sketchbook and a pen, because, well, he prefers always having those available. ] We can sit on the porch.

[ He often eats lunch there, though not necessarily during lunch hours. ]

[appraiser]

[ It would probably be fine... With the memories he's gotten, the powers that came with it, Ryoji isn't fully human and doesn't need sleep to function, so why not overload himself with learning what he can?

One of those memories is what he's hoping Koutarou to help draw for him, so. Out on the porch it is, where Ryoji remains standing for the moment, eyes closed to the breeze. ]

For drawing... What would be the best way to explain it? Should I describe it all at once, or step by step as you draw?

[wordcarvings]

[ Koutarou leaves the door open so some fresh air can get into his work space. He sits down, and looks up at the young man. ]

You can describe while I draw, I think that should work.

[appraiser]

Alright.

[ The image Ryoji gets to describing is that of the Avatar of Nyx. His eyes are closed to entire time, the image appearing easily in his mind as one that follows him whenever he feels like sleeping. Black feathered wings- two pairs- that headpiece and a blank white face of a mask, a figure pulsing with energy in a bright unearthly blue this picture will have to do without. ]

[wordcarvings]

[ Resting his sketchbook against his lap and his eyes focused on the drawing and the words, he doesn't look at the boy, for now.

And that is...quite something. ]

[appraiser]

[ It sure is. Every once in a while, Ryoji opens his eyes and glances down at the page. He had said he admired being able to bring thought into reality, but seen Nyx on the page... a shiver runs down the back of his neck, and he looks away again. ]

...Like that, towering... dozens of feet tall, it looked like.

[wordcarvings]

That sounds... Like something one might not want to run into during the night.

[ Or during the day, for that matter. But encountering that in the night... ]

[appraiser]

I hope nobody runs into it at any time!

[ His laugh is a bit weak, but the act of laughing puts him at ease again, and he can smile over at Koutarou. ]

But yes, this is exactly what it looked like. One of my Retrospec memories.

[wordcarvings]

Is it as dangerous as it seems? Do you know?

[ Well, that's good. ]

[appraiser]

Mm. From what I can tell, this is what brought upon the end of the world, in that other life of mine.

[ So. Yes. ]

[wordcarvings]

The end of the world? That's terrifying.

[appraiser]

...Yeah. But there were people who stood up against it. I wonder if they won...