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

[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.

[ididntsaybanana]

I can do that for you.

[furrytailprince]

[ Shakes head ]

If I do not at least make an appearance, Sol might worry. I do not want that.

[ididntsaybanana]

Can you rest after that?

[furrytailprince]

[ No because murder ]

... I will try.

[ididntsaybanana]

[ o9" ]

Good. Then I'll leave you to that.

[furrytailprince]

... you may take your painting if you wish.

[ Holds it out to him with his still bleeding fingers ]

[ididntsaybanana]

[ He wants to bandage those up, but he's pretty sure you want to get this live done the way you want it to be done, so he'll let it go for now. Later, if he sees you, he'll make sure you tend to them if you haven't. For now, though, he'll take the picture ]

Thanks. It's great.

[furrytailprince]

[ Nods at him and goes back to his ART! ]

[ididntsaybanana]

[ He will go off and hang this picture up in his room ]