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Who: Marui and Leia
Which: Closed log
What: Dreamotion ability training followed by comfort and cuteness.
When: Afternoon and evening of Nov. 2nd
Where: Marui's treehouse
Warnings: None expected, will edit if needed
[ Marui's dreamotion abilities are not progressing well.
He isn't used to struggling with a new skill. He picks up on most things rather quickly. This, however, is quite simply a mystery. Maybe because it's so abstract? He's been able to do tennis and cakes with it like a true genius, but everything else has been a flop. The hot spring pool he made near his treehouse for bathing is uncomfortably small and shallow, and it occasionally mistakes itself for a geyser. His attempt to kill one of those giant termites with a bolt of lightning instead turned it into a particularly luminescent firefly. (On the upside, it's decided it lives with him and provides after-hours lighting around his house.) Bubble gum he'd thought for sure he could replicate as his supply dwindled to dangerously low levels, but the end result was too sticky to chew and popped while still in his mouth and that was great and interesting, perfect prank material, but not what he needed for everyday use.
He refuses to give up, though, especially in the aftermath of all that happened at that graveyard. He's determined to at least learn how to use it to protect himself and the people he cares for. And so now that he's given himself a one-day break to recover both physically and mentally from that ordeal, he's getting to work on that. Starting in the late morning outside his treehouse, he performs some warm-up stretches, rolls up his sleeves, and then... Well. This is about the part where he usually gets stuck. What should he try to do? In the end, what he most knows how to attack and defend with is still a tennis racket.
Well, no sense fixing what isn't broken. Time to invent some moves.
By the time lunch rolls around, Marui has worked up a decent appetite, and there is one thing and one thing alone that can satisfy him: cake. (Actually, some company would be nice too after spending all morning by himself, but hunger first.) Happily, cake conjuring is a dreamotion ability he's got down pat! He's even figured out how to conjure a platter for it to sit on now instead of the unfortunate (but admittedly hilarious) result of it splatting to the ground.
He takes a minute to imagine its shape, size, flavor, decorations, colors. It's easy with cake because he's seen, tasted, and baked so many. What would be really great right now is... yes. Perfect!
It's so real to him already-- the apple slices decorating the top; the warm and nutty aromas of maple, cinnamon, and pecan; how light and juicy it is inside with steaming apple pie filling between fluffy layers of spice cake! He's excited just thinking about it!
It feels like warm tingling at his fingertips. The cake realizes itself layer by layer, stacking higher and higher before disappearing inside a warm off-white encasement of frosting. Red-skinned apple slices radiate from the center on top in symmetry. Candied pecans line the base and accent the apple slices on top. An orange maple leaf pattern wraps around the side. ]
Yahoi! [ He cheers when it's done, and eagerly carves out a slice. ]
Which: Closed log
What: Dreamotion ability training followed by comfort and cuteness.
When: Afternoon and evening of Nov. 2nd
Where: Marui's treehouse
Warnings: None expected, will edit if needed
[ Marui's dreamotion abilities are not progressing well.
He isn't used to struggling with a new skill. He picks up on most things rather quickly. This, however, is quite simply a mystery. Maybe because it's so abstract? He's been able to do tennis and cakes with it like a true genius, but everything else has been a flop. The hot spring pool he made near his treehouse for bathing is uncomfortably small and shallow, and it occasionally mistakes itself for a geyser. His attempt to kill one of those giant termites with a bolt of lightning instead turned it into a particularly luminescent firefly. (On the upside, it's decided it lives with him and provides after-hours lighting around his house.) Bubble gum he'd thought for sure he could replicate as his supply dwindled to dangerously low levels, but the end result was too sticky to chew and popped while still in his mouth and that was great and interesting, perfect prank material, but not what he needed for everyday use.
He refuses to give up, though, especially in the aftermath of all that happened at that graveyard. He's determined to at least learn how to use it to protect himself and the people he cares for. And so now that he's given himself a one-day break to recover both physically and mentally from that ordeal, he's getting to work on that. Starting in the late morning outside his treehouse, he performs some warm-up stretches, rolls up his sleeves, and then... Well. This is about the part where he usually gets stuck. What should he try to do? In the end, what he most knows how to attack and defend with is still a tennis racket.
Well, no sense fixing what isn't broken. Time to invent some moves.
By the time lunch rolls around, Marui has worked up a decent appetite, and there is one thing and one thing alone that can satisfy him: cake. (Actually, some company would be nice too after spending all morning by himself, but hunger first.) Happily, cake conjuring is a dreamotion ability he's got down pat! He's even figured out how to conjure a platter for it to sit on now instead of the unfortunate (but admittedly hilarious) result of it splatting to the ground.
He takes a minute to imagine its shape, size, flavor, decorations, colors. It's easy with cake because he's seen, tasted, and baked so many. What would be really great right now is... yes. Perfect!
It's so real to him already-- the apple slices decorating the top; the warm and nutty aromas of maple, cinnamon, and pecan; how light and juicy it is inside with steaming apple pie filling between fluffy layers of spice cake! He's excited just thinking about it!
It feels like warm tingling at his fingertips. The cake realizes itself layer by layer, stacking higher and higher before disappearing inside a warm off-white encasement of frosting. Red-skinned apple slices radiate from the center on top in symmetry. Candied pecans line the base and accent the apple slices on top. An orange maple leaf pattern wraps around the side. ]
Yahoi! [ He cheers when it's done, and eagerly carves out a slice. ]
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She nods at his explanation.]
Oh. Yeah. That makes sense.
[There's a slight twinge in her heart, for whatever reason she can't fathom, and she forces a small smile.]
Maybe I can make you another one tomorrow?
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Not that it changes anything. He still wouldn't want her anywhere else when she's this upset and in need of a friend. How did this happen, though, that's what he wants to know. How did it happen and how did he not realize it was happening? ]
Yeah! I'd like that-- hey, are you cold? Let me get a blanket.
[ He sets his dish aside and stands up, climbing halfway into the loft area at the back of the treehouse where his bed is. ]
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[Though he's already up and heading to the loft area before she can finish. It seems abrupt, but she doesn't question it. Did she look cold? She definitely feels cold, but had been too distracted to really think about it. There's still the cake nearby her too, and she moves it aside so it'll be out of the way, for now. She's still working up an appetite.
And where as before she had trouble looking at him, now she can't help but watch his every move as he gets up and heads towards the loft.]
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Sure...
[ He pulls down the heavy quilt he's been sleeping under and, since Leia has already thoughtfully moved that dessert out of the way, gives one side of the quilt a light toss so it lands over her, then settles back down on the floor, pulling the other half over himself.
This was an error in judgment. That gap between them is letting in a draft. ]
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Except now... she's also realized she might have made Marui worry about her unnecessarily.
Taking a deep breath, she wipes at her eyes again, remnants of tears prickling the corners.]
My... best friend went back home.
[She begins, suddenly, finally ready to talk. She starts off simple, like she's introducing the topic.]
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...You two were sharing a home. [ He speculates aloud.
That's why she didn't make it back to her place. She was grieving an absence she didn't want to be reminded of. ]
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[Tears start anew, and before they could fall this time, she's already wiping at her face. Like if she stops them now, maybe they'll stop forming.]
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...I see. You must have been very close.
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Mm. We've been through a lot together, but not... all of it was good. There was a time when I didn't talk to him for a while because of something he did. But he really helped me out after I moved into my own place back home. Even now, I... think he still kinda blames himself for what happened. He was really messed up. And not just because of what happened, he's been through a lot himself.
[She's naive and she knows it. She's always had a soft spot for people that were suffering, or had suffered. Alvin was no different. And while she didn't know everything about him, the little that she did was awful. She might've been angry with him for hurting her, but he wasn't in control of himself either. Fortunately, that's changed.]
Things are different now, at least. Actually, I'm still really impressed by how much he's changed. We both help each other out in our respective careers, and cheer each other on. He's become a perfectly respectable businessman and I couldn't be more proud. [it's the second time she's managed a smile tonight.] Of course, he is pushing thirty and still a philanderer, so he still needs some work.
[There's a tinge of amusement in her voice when she says that. He tries way too hard to be young and hip. And she'll forever tease him about it, but...
Talking about him this way, it's like some puzzle pieces have finally managed to slot together.]
... Guess the more I think about it, the more I realize it's pretty terrible of me to think he left by choice. I thought maybe I did something wrong, like I annoyed him, or said something stupid, teased him one too many times about how I hope he goes bald, or that he should settle down and find a wife instead of acting like some playboy.
[It had been a little selfish of her. She hugs her knees tightly, still staring ahead at nothing in particular.]
But I think... even with all of that. That even if I majorly ticked him off, he still would've told me goodbye, if he could.
[Her eyes sting again, but this kind of lifted the weight off her shoulders a little...]
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-They knew each other not just from this "Story Realm" (whatever that was) but from a shared native world.
-Friend did something awful in said native world.
-Friend had Issues.
-This relationship is either Very Platonic or Very Questionable.
-Leia has been blaming herself for his departure.
-Leia is self-aware enough to recognize that mentality implies she doesn't esteem him to be as much of a friend as she claims, and that it's not right for her to do.
-Leia's choices for teasing subjects sure are a... thing.
With so much there, Marui certainly has his pick on what to hone in on. It's also not a contest what's jumping to the forefront of his mind to say back to her. ]
That's right: real friends don't leave over little things like that. Try and move forward with faith that this wasn't his choice either... It's the only way he's worth those tears you've been crying.
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Gently, she laughs, her voice a little worn as she speaks.]
More like, if he totally came back now and saw me crying, he'd have a field day. I'd never find peace if I gave him that much ammunition.
[Marui backing her up at least makes her feel like her reasoning is sound. It did make sense... Alvin wouldn't abandon her.
Of course, she is now acutely aware of how much rambling she did.]
Anyhow, I'm sorry I kinda just unloaded all of that onto you. And I know you're probably gonna tell me it's fine, but still...
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Before he can comment on it, she's shifted gears back into apologizing. Speaking to him as though they don't have the kind of bond where an "unloading" like that would be appropriate.
He lifts up the hand between them and lightly pokes her temple. ]
You already know it's fine and you're still apologizing. Why?
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The little poke to her temple seems to snap her out of it, and she turns her head to look at him with those big, sorrowful eyes of hers.]
J-Just a habit, I guess... [she pauses, while that's certainly true, she tries to offer more of an explanation.] To be honest, sometimes I feel like my only real strength is when I focus on doing my best. So when I end up needing help, it feels like I've failed somehow.
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I see... Well, that's one easy competition for me to win. [ He leans back and peers at her with a cheeky grin. ] I have no trouble thinking up real strengths I have.
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Oh, so the ability to brag without any real proof is considered a strength now? That's a really unattractive quality for a guy to have, y'know.
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No challengers? How boring. Victory is mine, then.
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... Never mind the whole bragging comment she just made.]
Like hell, it is! Fine. I'm a super awesome journalist! I've even had a couple of articles published!
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He grins back, and when he looks at her it's confidence and joy and he's totally engaged here. ]
I'm a super awesome tennis player!
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[She's still not sure what to make of this, but she's going to keep going.]
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