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jigokulogs2022-07-10 10:09 am
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"Look" said the blind man as he picked up his hammer and saw
Who ⬤ Jaika Suni, resident not-quite-Jedi, and whoever else he runs into while exploring the city. Could be YOU.
What ⬤ Arguing with bureaucracy. Substories. Stir-Fry
When ⬤ July
Where ⬤ Generally around, but especially in government offices with the Department of Enma
Content Warnings ⬤ Mr. Libido being Mr. Libido
[OOC: I've defaulted to prose here but if you prefer brackets I can definitely do that]
-1: Busywork-
The Department of Enma had promised that they could restore Jaika's eyes. That was beyond the medical technology of the Republic, and the offer had been intriguing enough to get him to play ball, at least for now. The problem with this was that the Department of Enma was government, and that meant everything was supposed to leave a paper trail.
This was fine, in theory. In PRACTICE it presented Jaika with a very practical problem. Jaika didn't glare at the lady behind the desk at the Department of Registration because he physically couldn't. She wouldn't let him register for his official Department of Enma ID card until he filled out the requisite forms, and, well...
"Tell me, miss. How am I supposed to fill out the forms if I can't SEE the damned things!?"
Jaika was wearing a blindfold and judging by the burn scars that dotted his face, it wasn't decorative.
"Hey. I don't make the rules. I just follow them. When you're done you can submit them at the red desk for processing."
"The red desk. Sure. Great. And which desk is-"
"NEXT!"
Jaika clutched the top of his cane in frustration as an Oni shoved him aside to start his OWN argument with the desk lady. He considered all the presences around him and searched out for one that felt sympathetic. Maybe...that one.
"Excuse me. Can I ask you to lend me a hand with this? Or, perhaps, an eye?"
Yeah, he's talking to you.
-2: Something something droids you're looking for-
Jaika, somehow, had caught Mr. Libido. Or at least engaged him in a conversation. Honestly, he hadn't even realized who he was talking to until the conversation abruptly shifted to how more girls need to wear yoga pants and crop tops. The conversation devolved from there into more and more detailed observations about what kind of underwear various women in the area were wearing until Jaika firmly put a stop to it by saying "Look, friend, maybe you should Go Home And Stop Bothering People."
It was an innocent enough comment, that was certainly understandable given the circumstances, but the way Jaika said it it had a strange gravity to it that made it hard to ignore. People walking by slowed down and thought of going home. Even Mr. Libido stopped his obscene gyrations for a moment to consider it.
Only for a moment, though. Then he perked back up. "No time! It's Thighs Save Lives night at the Pink Pussycat Club tonight! Got to run!"
Jaika put up a protesting hand to try and stop him but the man was somehow unstoppable. Jaika sighed to himself as Mr. Libido vanished into the evening crowds. "That usually works..."
-3: Carnivorous-
When a blind man taps his way down the street, most people ignore him. SOME people, however, feel the need to treat him as if he is entirely helpless no matter how much he protests that he's fine and knows where he's going. After a very confusing interaction with an overly friendly grocer, Jaika found himself the unwilling owner of a box of vegetarian tofu stir-fry.
Once he was out of earshot of the grocer, Jaika stopped to smell the box and made a face. Togruta weren't obligate carnivores, and if it really came down to it he could probably eat this and not get sick, but it certainly didn't smell appetizing. This didn't smell like food, this smelled like PLANTS. A man can't live on this!
He stopped a random passer by by holding his cane out to one side. "Excuse me. Are you hungry?"
-999: Wildcard-
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What ⬤ Arguing with bureaucracy. Substories. Stir-Fry
When ⬤ July
Where ⬤ Generally around, but especially in government offices with the Department of Enma
Content Warnings ⬤ Mr. Libido being Mr. Libido
[OOC: I've defaulted to prose here but if you prefer brackets I can definitely do that]
-1: Busywork-
The Department of Enma had promised that they could restore Jaika's eyes. That was beyond the medical technology of the Republic, and the offer had been intriguing enough to get him to play ball, at least for now. The problem with this was that the Department of Enma was government, and that meant everything was supposed to leave a paper trail.
This was fine, in theory. In PRACTICE it presented Jaika with a very practical problem. Jaika didn't glare at the lady behind the desk at the Department of Registration because he physically couldn't. She wouldn't let him register for his official Department of Enma ID card until he filled out the requisite forms, and, well...
"Tell me, miss. How am I supposed to fill out the forms if I can't SEE the damned things!?"
Jaika was wearing a blindfold and judging by the burn scars that dotted his face, it wasn't decorative.
"Hey. I don't make the rules. I just follow them. When you're done you can submit them at the red desk for processing."
"The red desk. Sure. Great. And which desk is-"
"NEXT!"
Jaika clutched the top of his cane in frustration as an Oni shoved him aside to start his OWN argument with the desk lady. He considered all the presences around him and searched out for one that felt sympathetic. Maybe...that one.
"Excuse me. Can I ask you to lend me a hand with this? Or, perhaps, an eye?"
Yeah, he's talking to you.
-2: Something something droids you're looking for-
Jaika, somehow, had caught Mr. Libido. Or at least engaged him in a conversation. Honestly, he hadn't even realized who he was talking to until the conversation abruptly shifted to how more girls need to wear yoga pants and crop tops. The conversation devolved from there into more and more detailed observations about what kind of underwear various women in the area were wearing until Jaika firmly put a stop to it by saying "Look, friend, maybe you should Go Home And Stop Bothering People."
It was an innocent enough comment, that was certainly understandable given the circumstances, but the way Jaika said it it had a strange gravity to it that made it hard to ignore. People walking by slowed down and thought of going home. Even Mr. Libido stopped his obscene gyrations for a moment to consider it.
Only for a moment, though. Then he perked back up. "No time! It's Thighs Save Lives night at the Pink Pussycat Club tonight! Got to run!"
Jaika put up a protesting hand to try and stop him but the man was somehow unstoppable. Jaika sighed to himself as Mr. Libido vanished into the evening crowds. "That usually works..."
-3: Carnivorous-
When a blind man taps his way down the street, most people ignore him. SOME people, however, feel the need to treat him as if he is entirely helpless no matter how much he protests that he's fine and knows where he's going. After a very confusing interaction with an overly friendly grocer, Jaika found himself the unwilling owner of a box of vegetarian tofu stir-fry.
Once he was out of earshot of the grocer, Jaika stopped to smell the box and made a face. Togruta weren't obligate carnivores, and if it really came down to it he could probably eat this and not get sick, but it certainly didn't smell appetizing. This didn't smell like food, this smelled like PLANTS. A man can't live on this!
He stopped a random passer by by holding his cane out to one side. "Excuse me. Are you hungry?"
-999: Wildcard-
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Busywork!!
Mitsuri’s gaze briefly lifts to the person’s own, where she falters: her sight lingers on the strip of dark cloth encircling this person’s eyes, on the raised, scarred flesh it poorly concealed.
Truthfully this wasn’t the first time she was seeing someone with extensive scar tissue nor someone who’s blind, but she immediately feels her heart sink at the realization that the desk lady wasn’t being of any help.
Typical.
“Oh! Of course!! This looks like … the ID intake sheets. Are you new to Enma, then?” Her expression softens as she asks if she can take the stack of papers from him. It was a habit for her to let her friend with vision impairments know the next steps sometimes, so she also lets this stranger know she’ll take a moment to look through the papers.
“Let’s see here… there’s about 20 questions in total, and most of them are kind of long. If you’d like, I can read them for you and write down your replies! Is that okay?”
She’s cheery, unbothered by the tedious nature of scribing. She was here because she had her own questions, of course —- but this was absolutely way more important to her.
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Jaika stepped away from the queue of applicants and towards a coffee table so they could sit while she helped him. “But that is a very kind offer of you, miss. I’ve always had trouble with paper work ever since…” a vague gesture at his whole face situation. “Jaika Suni, at your service.”
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part of her is curious about what his is, and if it's similar to hers ... but she isn't sure if she should be prying like that, right off the bat. her assumption is that they were deeply personal so it felt a little rude.
" It's nice to meet you, Suni-san! That's your surname name, right? " she beams at him. despite her time period, mitsuri had been exposed to lots of western stuff before -- so she's just guessing his name follows that pattern more. " My name is Kanroji Mitsuri! You can call me Mitsuri, if you'd like? It's my first name! I'm more than happy to help you with paperwork! Speaking of... "
She wiggles the papers in her hands, letting them make noise (mostly for fun). " The first few questions are really typical! Like, um ... hair colour, eye colour... Um ... What would you like me to put for those? " Does Suni-san even have hair?
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Dono would probably be the most appropriate honorific for a knight, but let's not go too far down that rabbit hole. Jaika bowed his head slightly in thanks for her aid. "It's a pleasure, Mitsuri."
Jaika did not have hair. Not a one. Nor did he have eyes. At least, not ones that were functional. "An auspicious start to this survey. I don't have any hair but, uh..."
He flicked one of the horn-like montrals on his head. "I guess this might count? Maybe put down white and blue. And..."
Jaika trailed off, as a troubling thought occurred to him. "I...don't actually remember what color my eyes were. Now I guess they're gray and, I am assured, 'distressing.'"
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" You know, " she starts, voice gentle, " I know someone back home who's also blind. His eyes are both completely white but he's the nicest person that I know, and really strong too. The strongest, even! I know people can't help what they're not used to, but I wish they'd be a little nicer about these kinds of things. "
she breathes a sigh and shifts in her seat, " Sorry. It just bothers me a lot when people are mean like that. Um ... " where were they again?
" Right. Height, weight ... smell? What would you say you smell like, Jaika-san? "
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It wasn’t fine, but he’d kept himself together this long. He wasn’t going to fall apart no matter how many microaggressions he had to deal with.
“Now than as to your questions.”
He held his hand at the top of his head, “162 centimeters.” And the to the top of his montrals, “172 centimeters. 82 kilograms. And rumor has it most humans think Togruta smell kind of spicy.”