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jigokulogs2022-04-03 07:49 pm
nerine) wrote in jigokulogs2022-04-03 07:49 pm
semi-open 👹 beauty of the night
Who ⬤ Monts and Various
What ⬤ Night Parade activities and April catchall.
When ⬤ During the Night Parade and rest of the month.
Where ⬤ Here and there in Jigokucho.
Content Warnings ⬤ Mentions of sex toys and NSFWish related things, but it'll be PG-13 at most.
Notes ⬤ Prompts in the comments, some closed ones as well.
"Despite the forecast, live like it's spring."
- Lilly Pulitzer.
What ⬤ Night Parade activities and April catchall.
When ⬤ During the Night Parade and rest of the month.
Where ⬤ Here and there in Jigokucho.
Content Warnings ⬤ Mentions of sex toys and NSFWish related things, but it'll be PG-13 at most.
Notes ⬤ Prompts in the comments, some closed ones as well.
"Despite the forecast, live like it's spring."
- Lilly Pulitzer.
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[ There is a softer smile that wraps around his words, giving each one a warm embrace; one that he would probably give the person on his back if he were not carrying her. ]
The place where I am from... [ His lips press together, as he thinks of it. ] ... it is a place that is healing and moving forward. One where it will do so hand-in-hand with the culture they do not fully understand and the future that they don't yet know.
[ Or so he hopes. ] A poor description, but it is short. [ He chuckles, but the sound is weary, tired; he wants to believe the place he is from will heal and will keep going on. ] What about where you come from?
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[She closes her eyes, thinking, trying to overwrite their current scenery for the one she's lived in all her life.]
Where I'm from... It's dry and sunny. When the temperature is just right, the sky is wonderfully clear and blue. Other days, the haze from the city kind of ruins everything else.
[Yeah, so Los Angeles. But on the other hand...]
Sometimes, when non-locals think of my home, they think of self-absorbed wealthy people who live in the hills. When I think of it, I see a dirty, colorful city. It's an unusual blend of tall buildings and then when you go out a little further, you find small corners where you discover something you've never noticed before.
Oh yeah. And awful, awful, traffic.
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[ He offers a sigh. ]
They don't know the beauty of the people, of the city, of each stone or brick. They can't hear the voice that is within the place. All they hear is noise or see it as a barbaric place where no one should be living. [ Artemy can't help but sound a little snide as he thinks of a certain person who constantly talked a lot of shit about his town. ]
But that is all right. You know the beauty and its culture. You know how it speaks to you... it holds a place in your heart and I hope that the way it holds you is equally as gentle and as caring.
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Oh, I don't know. I've been through the wringer and tossed back and forth by it. It's probably on me though, not necessarily the location.
[She didn't keep good company before anyway.]
Do you know what I do miss? The food. Or at least my grandma's cooking.
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[ That is what he believes, anyway. ]
Could you learn to make some of it here? [ A beat. ] A poor substitute to what is missed, but I believe like your story of where you come from... it would be good to share with others.
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[Her brow wrinkles.]
Not too sure about getting the exact ingredients. Ugh, I also would have to depend on my memory for certain recipes, but most of them are kind of hard without a guide. I really should have paid more attention...
[Abuela was more about directing Monts on taking care of a few steps and then fulfilling the rest herself.]
Hm. I guess I could try baking conchas?
[Another resigned sigh.] I'd have to figure out how to make those shapes...
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[ He hears what he thinks is pain in her voice, and can only attempt to do what he can to help her. Certainly, he slips into calling her family yet again, but they have grown quite close in this short time, so how could he not think this way? ]
We are among yokai and those with powers far beyond ourselves.
[ His tone tries to be helpful. ]
They may be able to pull those memories for you and give you better instructions. You know the way; you watched and you remember. It is time for your present self to know the same.
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[She concedes that it isn't impossible, but it wouldn't be the same. Listening to him speak, it occurs to Monts that his use of language is... Well, 'flowery' wouldn't be accurate. The contrast of his speech versus her casual airy words is kind of funny to her though.]
If I made you something, would you taste it?
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[ A slight pause follows. ]
I wouldn't just taste it but eat it whole.
[ Ha-ha, he's quite funny.
He also decides to not say that his taste buds are all but shot due to eating out of the garbage from before he came to the plane they fine themselves and still doing so now. ]
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I gotta say. The visual of you trying to stuff a whole concha in your mouth is... Yeah, that's pretty funny.
[Her own tastebuds function at least, though anything extreme in temperature, she wouldn't notice, or worse if anything scrapes against her mouth. It gets iffy there.]
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[ He repeats the word back to her. ]
Is it quite large? Wide? Long?
[ Artemy likes this talk; it eases the rage that has built up in him. He stores it away for when it will be pulled on, again. Instead, he laughs and jokes with Monts; the gratitude he feels in her presence grows. ]
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[She likes this sort of talk as well; where it's insignificant knowledge, but it eases both parties as they casually learn about one another.]
The top patterned layer can be any color and flavor. It's a popular bread to have for breakfast with coffee.
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What he comes up with is a bread in the shape of a seashell that is covered in multiple layers of color -- perhaps, even meats? He thinks such a treat would satisfy one's hunger for hours. ]
It sounds like a dream. [ Is what he ends up saying; voice filled with awe. ] I suddenly feel even more blessed to be the first person that'd be able to eat it.
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If there's another thing I can say about my world is that if you want to try different cuisines from around the world, you're likely to find a lot of good things to eat.
I'll let you know if I'm successful at baking a concha and you can be the first to try.