LIVE!

[furrytailprince]

Who: Okami and whoever
Where: The Library
When: Day 89, anytime before murder

The Live notification goes off to show Okami looking tired and unkempt. He's seated at a table in the library with reams and reams of paper, as well as various ink sketches spread across the whole of the table. It would probably be more of an inconvenience to library users if it wasn't so early in the morning.

Oddly enough, there does seem to be some order to this madness. One side of the table is full of pictures of idols in various states of despair or alarm following the results of the worst games, most of these being people Okami either doesn't know or has negative feelings toward. Interestingly enough, though many of the scenes must have been captured during times of extreme injury, the artwork is focused solely on the close-ups of the idols' expressions at the time rather than the grisly violence.

The other side seems to capture more lighthearted moments, affectionate kisses, cheerful smiles or grateful looks. This side, naturally, is focused primarily on the people Okami knows and regards highly.

The sketches seem to include a good many people of Fauxtokyo. Just how long has he been at this before he started the live? But the one common theme about both sets is the rapid, fierce style in which they are rendered, as if they have been ripped violently from someone's memory and set to paper before the image can disappear. The paintings aren't as precise as others that Okami has done in past sessions, with splatters of ink and something more rusty-colored marring what should be fairly detailed work, along with uncovered parts of the table as well.

Okami works swiftly through the live, splashing more images of either type onto the next page. Along with specks of bright blood that seems to be dripping down the quill from where he grips it in his fingers. Well, that's a thing that happened.

Comments

[ididntsaybanana]

[ This is . . . certainly a thing. Kaito would reach out and put his hand on your shoulder in a comforting manner, but he knows better. So all he does is make his way over to your left side and peer at the pictures you've drawn, his brows knitting in worry ]

. . . hey.

[furrytailprince]

[ Is too distracted by his work to immediately notice him, as he savages swipes at the parchment with his quill ]

[ididntsaybanana]

[ he reaches out and taps two fingers against the table to get your attention ]

[furrytailprince]

[ The quill stops... and his gaze slowly shifts up, looking slightly bloodshot ]

[ididntsaybanana]

Hey.

[ He keeps his voice low and comforting ]

How are you?

[we_meet_again]

[Wandering over after first aid class wraps up]


Whatcha doin?

[furrytailprince]

[ Kind of oblivious to his presence at first since ART!!! ]

[we_meet_again]

[Watches quietly. He loves art but is TOTALLY INCAPABLE OF DOING IT so this exciting!]

[furrytailprince]

[ Well, I hope you enjoy blood and frenzy with your art because that's what you're getting ]

[we_meet_again]

[ Okami doesn't seem to be worried about the blood so Cobalt guesses... he won't be, either...? He supposes this is what it means to be a passionate artist. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Takes one look at the papers scattered about and---]

Having an existential crisis?

[furrytailprince]

[ That actually gets a more immediate response, though he doesn't stop painting ]

Why would you say that?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

It looks like you're trying to draw the meaning of life. ... Well, in relation to Hell anyway.

[Picking up one of the more gory images - probably something that occurred after the Hunger Games]

[furrytailprince]

[ It's probably some Zraels or sensitIV ]

I am not interested in life. Merely how others respond to it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What a deep and probably meaningless question.

Unless you're trying to use those responses to your advantage.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...dude. You okay?

[furrytailprince]

[ At Hurricane's voice, he stills his quill and gives him a piteous look ]

Hurricane...

[crossmyheartandhope]

For real, this -

I mean, I seen you do the art therapy thing before, but this is, uh.

[furrytailprince]

Hurricane... I need your help...

[crossmyheartandhope]

...yeah. Yeah, sure. What's up?

[bluerosestyle]

[he was just here to browse the history section today, unaware that this is a live, approaches when he sees him]

Okami... So you were here!

[furrytailprince]

[ His ears twitch at his name and he lifts his head slightly ]

Sol?

[bluerosestyle]

What are you--

[and then he sees the pile of drawings. and the blood. mostly the blood.

well. his question is the same, but it has an entirely different meaning now]

What are you doing?

[furrytailprince]

[ His gaze glides distantly back over his paintings ]

I was studying...

[bluerosestyle]

...

[pulls up a chair for himself and sits. and then he takes a random sketch to look at, you tell me what it is]