花村陽介 ⋅ Yosuke Hanamura (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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asgardeventide2013-12-14 09:31 am
windbreak) wrote in asgardeventide2013-12-14 09:31 am
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D372 // SOS video; open to Sigyn action
[ In between planning for a a IT team reunion, starting their own Detective Agency, contacting the other Persona users, his own issues with what his Shadow had told Naoto, keeping few jobs, talking with his friends, Souji had realized how much he wanted to put all of his energy into this effort. It almost came to him at a frightening rate, preparing, organizing, wanting to make as much of an impact as possible.
Nurture or burn. A decision must be reached...
He had the skill of growth. That would speak enough of what he believed in.
Again and again that early morning in the one of the lounges, he had plunged his hands into the small patches of dirt, willing the catnip seeds he had gotten into full-grown plants. On his left, a pile of small pouches Kanji had made for him that he could put to good use once he was done. The plants didn't have proper pots, just enough soil to grow. He could simply sweep it once he was done.
He continued, trying to figure out the best methods on how to make the seeds grow; if holding on to the root was best, or if he should push the energy into the stem. It was a learning experience he was determined to master.
And each day, he managed to do a little more.
Today, however, was a little different. In trying to beat his own record for the previous day, it was only when he realized he had no seeds left that he realized how many plants were now scattered around him. While he should be marveling in how more efficient he'd been...he had overspent himself.
With his energy drained in such rapid succession, he had felt his head grow dizzy, an urge to sleep for an hour or two as he laid down on the floor, just to close his eyes for what he assumed would be a few minutes. Even the cold hard floor seemed inviting, as he had used his right hand under his head as makeshift pillow.
He didn't have much time to think about it, as exhaustion had taken him.
...
What he hadn't realize in his plan was that perhaps he should have calculated catnip production according to how far the cats could smell...and certainly not in a common area. At first, it's just one curious little critter who walks in, sniffs at one of the plants and tentatively licks a leaf to---WOOOOOOOOW --okay it's just going to lay here next to the warm human and roll around for a bit?
Yeaaaah! This is great. Why chase rodent when you got this...
Oh look.
Cats!
More cats!
So....many cats...
The noise becomes louder as they all roll around and purr. Some come in thinking the other strays have found food before the smell hits them. In the end, dozens and dozens of felines are now all over the floor. It's a massive party of the feline kind.
Pretty soon, there's barely a trace of Souji under the cats that perch on him...some rubbing in his hair and clothing. All he knows is he feels there's a warm blanket around him...and smiles in his sleep.]
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[What sordid scene is this aggressively blaring alarm on your bracelet about to lead into? Actually, with the blinds blocking out the worst of the mid-morning glare off the snow outside, you might have to strain your eyes a bit. However, the picture on the emergency feed can soon be recognised as a standard, sparsely decorated living room in one of the Welcome Hall flats. No problem here.
The sound is more likely to catch your attention first. Not Yosuke's own yelp just then - that noise was a bit too strangled to have any particularly arresting presence, although chances are it was at least loud enough to hear from out in the corridor. The ominous rumble underfoot and the incessant chorus of meowing, on the other hand...]
I, I don't... Someone... [He’s off-screen, but the stricken look on his face is pretty much audible.] Someone, help! What do I do!? The door was open, there's like a million cats in here, and I can't find my partner!
[The panning of the video across the room is as panicked as he sounds, and it's hard to catch any details in more than passing, but there are quite a few to be picked out by the keen-eyed: the flick of a tail here, a quivering whisker there, a flash of red-eye over there, the gleam of an unsheathed katana from the top of a nearby table, papers and books and small green leaves and spilled soil and piles and piles of tiny cloth pouches haphazardly strewn across what little of the floor isn't being rolled on, a bare human arm -
Yes, an arm in the middle of the whole mess, with cats of all shapes and sizes swarming, rolling, churning around it. There might be a person attached to it somewhere, but under the seething morass of agitated felines it's basically impossible to tell.]
Ugh, sheesh... I knew I should’ve said someth-
[And here, the camera finally comes to a stop. ...More or less. The picture is still trembling.]
Oh god, what...!?
[Then, weakly, it drops to Yosuke's side. Now there's nothing on the screen but his boots, wavering in and out of focus, still lightly dusted with snow - and, if you squint, a fair amount of cat hair.]
H-He's not getting up...!
[Down below, completely nonchalantly, a scruffy ginger tabby slips in through the open door, pads into frame and begins to gently rub up against Yosuke's leg. He makes no attempt to move it or anything else in the several long seconds before the feed shuts off.]
Nurture or burn. A decision must be reached...
He had the skill of growth. That would speak enough of what he believed in.
Again and again that early morning in the one of the lounges, he had plunged his hands into the small patches of dirt, willing the catnip seeds he had gotten into full-grown plants. On his left, a pile of small pouches Kanji had made for him that he could put to good use once he was done. The plants didn't have proper pots, just enough soil to grow. He could simply sweep it once he was done.
He continued, trying to figure out the best methods on how to make the seeds grow; if holding on to the root was best, or if he should push the energy into the stem. It was a learning experience he was determined to master.
And each day, he managed to do a little more.
Today, however, was a little different. In trying to beat his own record for the previous day, it was only when he realized he had no seeds left that he realized how many plants were now scattered around him. While he should be marveling in how more efficient he'd been...he had overspent himself.
With his energy drained in such rapid succession, he had felt his head grow dizzy, an urge to sleep for an hour or two as he laid down on the floor, just to close his eyes for what he assumed would be a few minutes. Even the cold hard floor seemed inviting, as he had used his right hand under his head as makeshift pillow.
He didn't have much time to think about it, as exhaustion had taken him.
...
What he hadn't realize in his plan was that perhaps he should have calculated catnip production according to how far the cats could smell...and certainly not in a common area. At first, it's just one curious little critter who walks in, sniffs at one of the plants and tentatively licks a leaf to---WOOOOOOOOW --okay it's just going to lay here next to the warm human and roll around for a bit?
Yeaaaah! This is great. Why chase rodent when you got this...
Oh look.
Cats!
More cats!
So....many cats...
The noise becomes louder as they all roll around and purr. Some come in thinking the other strays have found food before the smell hits them. In the end, dozens and dozens of felines are now all over the floor. It's a massive party of the feline kind.
Pretty soon, there's barely a trace of Souji under the cats that perch on him...some rubbing in his hair and clothing. All he knows is he feels there's a warm blanket around him...and smiles in his sleep.]
---
[What sordid scene is this aggressively blaring alarm on your bracelet about to lead into? Actually, with the blinds blocking out the worst of the mid-morning glare off the snow outside, you might have to strain your eyes a bit. However, the picture on the emergency feed can soon be recognised as a standard, sparsely decorated living room in one of the Welcome Hall flats. No problem here.
The sound is more likely to catch your attention first. Not Yosuke's own yelp just then - that noise was a bit too strangled to have any particularly arresting presence, although chances are it was at least loud enough to hear from out in the corridor. The ominous rumble underfoot and the incessant chorus of meowing, on the other hand...]
I, I don't... Someone... [He’s off-screen, but the stricken look on his face is pretty much audible.] Someone, help! What do I do!? The door was open, there's like a million cats in here, and I can't find my partner!
[The panning of the video across the room is as panicked as he sounds, and it's hard to catch any details in more than passing, but there are quite a few to be picked out by the keen-eyed: the flick of a tail here, a quivering whisker there, a flash of red-eye over there, the gleam of an unsheathed katana from the top of a nearby table, papers and books and small green leaves and spilled soil and piles and piles of tiny cloth pouches haphazardly strewn across what little of the floor isn't being rolled on, a bare human arm -
Yes, an arm in the middle of the whole mess, with cats of all shapes and sizes swarming, rolling, churning around it. There might be a person attached to it somewhere, but under the seething morass of agitated felines it's basically impossible to tell.]
Ugh, sheesh... I knew I should’ve said someth-
[And here, the camera finally comes to a stop. ...More or less. The picture is still trembling.]
Oh god, what...!?
[Then, weakly, it drops to Yosuke's side. Now there's nothing on the screen but his boots, wavering in and out of focus, still lightly dusted with snow - and, if you squint, a fair amount of cat hair.]
H-He's not getting up...!
[Down below, completely nonchalantly, a scruffy ginger tabby slips in through the open door, pads into frame and begins to gently rub up against Yosuke's leg. He makes no attempt to move it or anything else in the several long seconds before the feed shuts off.]
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Dunno, since the time they showed up I guess! Even if you didn't want 'em, you've got them now! So what's the plan?
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This isn't even - look, never mind any plan! We just need to clear them all outta here! An apartment's no place for a billion cats! It's like he could suffocate any second...!
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[He seems rather eager about all that.]
But... I could use a spare cat or ten though, if you're willing to part with some!
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[Still cheerful as anything, if with nothing more dubious planned for any cats other than that.]
And since your buddy there's too busy dying, he won't complain if I come and liberate a few fuzzy interlopers, right?
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[There's a loud clatter in the foreground, followed by an ear-splitting screech and a hurried patter of paws.]
Argh!
[Whoops.]
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[At all the noise, though, he laughs, the sound appreciative.]
Wow, whatever that was, it sounded painful! Bleeding anywhere yet?
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Buuut if your friend's body is still there, he's probably not dead! Once we kick it, we kind of vanish a few minutes later. So hey, if he DOES disappear, you'll know you were only a smidgeon too late!
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... Anyway, how long is a few? [Now he's sounding a little more worried...]
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...Five or so is what I've heard. Dunno if it's accurate, I've never timed it!
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Crap, I don't know how long he was like this before I got here...
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[That took a while, but give him a break; it's hard for him to hear himself think over all the background mewing.]
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[Casual, even slightly surprised, as if he's not suggesting anything odd at all.]
Dunno who he is, but dead folk are pretty great.
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[But as he hurries forward, a hiss stops him in his tracks. That cat from just now really didn't appreciate getting trodden on, and it seems to have friends...]
Oh, sh-!
[Well, the high-pitched noises aren't coming from the cats this time. How's that for novelty?]