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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Give me the sword, I'll seal it up. You toss this.
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But okay, that really isn't the pressing issue right now. Kicking the hilt of the katana a bit closer to the Doctor, because that is definitely the best way to avoid lopping off anybody's ankles, Yosuke grabs the bucket in turn, and with a hoarse yell - yes, literally tosses it. Sorry, distracted cats over at the other end of the living room; he didn't mean to let go.
At least most of the water inside has already found its intended target before he does: namely, Souji's sleeping face, even blanker than usual.]
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But there's the friend, still out of it.]
Might need a healer for this one.
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U-urgh...
[Why is there a bucket on his head? Why is there so much angry hissing around him? He takes it off to get a good luck around and...]
...what's going on?
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[But before he can take that the wrong way, Souji stirs. A couple of furry hangers-on tumble off his shoulders, squelching onto the floor with looks of haughty feline indignation.
Yosuke glares at the Doctor. All of a sudden, he feels kind of light-headed...] Dammit, don't scare me like that! [He kneels down in the spreading puddle of water to hastily offer Souji a hand.] Partner, are you oka-
[Which just about puts his face in pouncing cat range. Two or three of them nearby, seething so openly it's a wonder all the water coming off them isn't turning into steam, decide in unison not to let this go unnoticed.]
- ack!
[If nobody intervenes, he's toppling over sideways.]
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[He starts wrenching the cats away, grumbling all the while.]
Let these poor, foolish souls breathe.
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...definitely not declawed cats either.]
Yosuke, are you alright?
[Then he notices the Doctor. In the most nonchalant voice, he waves at him, since bowing with those feline on him is a really bad idea.]
Hello.
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I-Isn't that my line!? That literally was my line! [He gestures towards the door far too frantically to first check whether the Doctor or any other cats are in the way.] And hey, don't just sit there and wave! Let's get outta here...!
[Still, with a couple of the unravelling yarn balls having somehow found their way over to the exit as well, that's going to be easier said than done...]
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We'll get out of here one way or another. Got any windows to break?
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[After all there's just an army of cats a---]
...Did I fall asleep from exhaustion after training?
[He seemed more interested about that fact then anything else. Before the other two can say anything, he stands up, cats still hanging on his body and all, and starts to grab some cats nonchalantly before gently pushing them outside, sometimes clapping his hands to make the cats scatter away.] Okay, everyone out.
[He seems surprisingly in control of the situation, well at least for one where your hair is still wet and you're throwing cats out of a building. Some aren't budging, however, in the mist of their drug-induced haze.]
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Yosuke stops and gives Souji a look, at least to the extent he can through the clinging cats.]
On second thoughts... Uh, Earth to Seta? Not to smash any windows or interrupt your cat whispering, but are you sure you're still up for today...?