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]

So you need ways to calm yourself down before that happens?

[furrytailprince]

[ Shakes head ]

I need a way to understand why people behave the way they do. Others may not need logic and rationalization. But I do.

[ididntsaybanana]

I'm guessing you've already tried asking some people why they do what they do?

[furrytailprince]

... No. I have not. I generally avoid those who I have deemed a waste of my time.

[ididntsaybanana]

. . . there we go. Next time ask them; you should be able to get an answer most of the time, depending on who you ask.

[furrytailprince]

How can I ask them when I want to punch them?

[ididntsaybanana]

You ask them and then if you don't like the answer you give into the impulse to punch them.

[furrytailprince]

... I do not think this is going to work.

1/2

[ididntsaybanana]

You can't always punch first and ask questions later.

[ididntsaybanana]

[ he pauses for a few seconds and then says this ]

Though, I can understand the appeal of it.

[furrytailprince]

Appeal?

[ididntsaybanana]

Yeah, I'd rather punch first to be honest. In fact, it's probably what I'd do 80% of the time.

[furrytailprince]

I think the point is to avoid punching.

[ididntsaybanana]

I'm really not the best person to dissuade you on that, to be honest. I mean, I can try and give you advice but I tend to get physical pretty fast.

[furrytailprince]

Ah, I appreciate the offer nonetheless.

[ididntsaybanana]

Well, I'm here for you if you need it.

[furrytailprince]

I know.

[ididntsaybanana]

[ He raises a hand close to your shoulder and pauses it there ]

Can I?

[ he's asking if he can just give you a comforting shoulder pat ]

[furrytailprince]

Can you?

[ididntsaybanana]

Touch you for a second.

[furrytailprince]

... I do not mind.

[ididntsaybanana]

[ He places his hand on your shoulder and pats you comfortingly ]

You're not alone.

[furrytailprince]

[ Looks up at him, grateful but also very tired ]

... thank you.

[ididntsaybanana]

[ He can tell ]

You should get some rest soon.

[furrytailprince]

I will need to fetch more paper from the dorm.