aterat | Open Log!

Entry tags:

Open Log!

Who; Yusuke & You
What; Open Log
Where; The park
When; Late February
Warnings; None but shall update as usual if necessary.

The February chill was persisting as one tended to expect, and most may find the warmth and comfort of a hot beverage curled up inside under some cozy blankets more appealing than venturing out into the cold and snow… But not all.

Maybe it was the resistance to ice linked to Goemon, but Yusuke had found himself rather comfortable as he strolled through the park on his morning off. The high collar of his winter coat and gloves was enough to combat the cool breeze, and scattered flurries tossed up in the air now. He had nowhere to be, and while he may be tempted to practice forms and train a little later with his katana to keep sharp for whatever chaos this place threw at them next? For now, he was content to enjoy the atmosphere and admire the scenery of the park covered in snow that glistened in the morning sun.

Sometimes, he mused to himself, the most beautiful works of art were those brought about by mother nature herself… Framing a particular scene of a snowy hilltop with trees dusted in white and birds flitting about the branches he smiled to himself as he committed that scene to memory before continuing on.

At one point or another, the phantom thief found himself inspired to try his hand at working with snow after having seen a few snowmen around the city at one point or another. Snow sculptures seemed an interesting challenge, and he does so love a challenge when it comes to creating. So rather than work on his usual traditional art, he could be seen piling and packing snow as he tried his hand at a little snow sculpting. The subject of his piece being a shadow from memory, one of the more jolly ice based ones.

Stop and say hi! Or if he notices your character, he might stop you and ask for genuine opinions. Good luck.

( Hey! If you have a request, question, or idea for an alternate interaction please let me know! I love to plot! I can also be reached by PM’ing this journal or messaging me on Discord, username: WhimsicalSpook )

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh man, that's a good joke. Zack laughs, loud and happy. It's quite a good one.

"Of course we did. They were fun. You could play tag with FROGS man! Or jump so high! So yeah, if you don't run into any of the monsters that eat frogs it's fine."

Ah, it’s so nice when people find his humor amusing. He looks quite pleased with the reaction, because it was quite a good pun in his opinion.

The shared story about playing tag with frogs definitely does paint an interesting mental image. One that he supposed he could see the appeal in, certainly. Both the challenge in what must be an odd change in perspective would be most interesting. “Though the risk does seem a touch concerning, I suppose if it was a game played often, then one must be aware of the risks and the best ways to avoid them.”

"Oh yeah. IT's really easy to hide as a frog. You're a lot smaller then," Zack points out, his expression bright. "Lots of fun really."

Yes, being smaller and having ample options for hiding because of that sounded rather likely. What interesting experiences some had in their younger years based on the varied things that existed in one world or another. “I can well imagine it was, especially if you have a group of friends with which to enjoy the game as well as the frogs.”

Yeah, there's that. He'd had friends that he did that with. But he didn't really feel the same about it now as he did then.

"Looking back, it was pretty dangerous. But there wasn't something we could do about that. Home was dangerous."

He could see some sense in that, often there were dangers that one did not even realize let alone obvious dangers like turning into a frog and risk being eaten by something, hm? “I suppose in hindsight it’s easier to see that than in the moment.”

"Yeah, it really is. But I was never afraid enough of them that I didn't head out to my secret gym to train when I was older."

But that was long ago. So long ago.

“A secret gym?” He comments absently, intrigued with the idea even as he works on a much larger snow sculpture than the smaller jack frosts.

"Yeah. It was outside of Gongaga, a bit south. I set up things to train against. It was great!"

He seems so happy with the memory too. His cactaur target, the tonberry one too. So good.

“Ah, like targets or training dummies and the like? It is important to practice one’s skills.” He smiled, starting to shape the larger snow mound. “And having a space to do so at your leisure is that is tailored to you and those you might share the time with is nice.”

"It really was."

But that's a thing he doesn't know how to think about. He'd run away from home, more or less, so long ago.

In so many ways, it sort of hurt to remember that. He missed his parents. He missed his home.

"It's a really cute snowman."

Looking up from the mound he was still shaping among the smaller jack frost collection, he tilted his head with a smile. “Thank you, though I’ve only just begun. I still have a way to go before my vision is complete. I should think.” He responded with a light, pleased tone at the compliment. It’s excellent encouragement to continue, given it’s not near complete.

"Geez, really? How many are you making?"

Because it seems like a lot.

It is a lot.

“As many as necessary to complete a balanced scene, and I believe the next I shall make will be a king frost.” He responded over his shoulder with a pleased chuckle, tilting his head back. “Art worth making takes time, and I have ample time on this fine day to spend on this particular endeavor.”

"There's another kind of frosty dude?"

Weird. Kid's got lots of ideas in his head.

"You don't have anything else to do today?"

“There are! This one is quite a bit larger than Jack is, though.” He responded with a light tone, continuing to grow the pile of snow considerably as he spoke.

The question does get a small pause before offering a light nod. “I don’t work at the café today, and have already taken care of other things this morning. The weather seemed inviting enough to spend the afternoon outside.” Sometimes the desire to try new things that might help inspire took a hold of him, and today it was snow sculptures. Later on, he may return indoors to paint a little, but this is one of those few days with little to do otherwise.

"I mean, it's cold," Zack says. Is this inviting? It just reminds him of going north. of the mess that was Modeoheim. Yeah, he doesn't like it.

"I mean, more points to you if this is what your jam is."

Yusuke paused with a thoughtful hum as he takes in the weather and their surroundings. “I suppose it is a bit nippy, but I don’t find it too terribly cold. Although I suppose I may be more resistant to it than some.” He concluded with a small nod, seemed like he wasn’t bothered by the winter weather at all, really. It was much preferable to a sweltering summer heat!

“My jam? Hm… I don’t know if it is my jam exactly. My preferred medium for art is painting, but it is an interesting creative endeavor to try. So perhaps it is possible it is my jam, to some lesser extent.” Yusuke also isn’t sure if ‘jam’ is a word he would use in this way often, but he is making the attempt at least to try it out.

That's a lot of the word jam there, man. You did too much. Maybe.

"Well, I hope to see it sometime.

Yes, he probably won’t be saying it again for a very long time, if at all.

Yusuke tilted his head absently at the comment, “I’m still rather working my way through an art block… But I do have a few pieces on display at the flower shop run by Miss Aerith, she was kind enough to help when I was running out of space.” He’s not sure if she ever put the portrait he painted of her on display though, but he was rather pleased with how that turned out.

"Oh! Those are yours?"

Zack's eyes brighten up. Of course he pops by there a lot. "Aerith is the BEST, right? So sweet and kind. And an angel with flowers."

Ah, so he’d been there. It was always nice to hear that Aerith had people vising her shop. “Indeed, those would be my work.” He confirmed with a pleased smile and a nod to confirm.

“She is a lovely woman, quite talented at her craft, and truly a reliable friend.” He agreed with a brighter tone. She was certainly one of the people he’d gotten to know better since arriving. Sure, some of those instances had been small disasters at times, but she had taken it well enough without holding it against him!

"Best woman I've ever known except for my mom," Zack says with the warmest smile.

YEah, he was just a little bit in love with her. Thanks for asking.

Hmm… yes, he’s getting that sense. How wonderful to know someone thinks so highly of and care for Aerith in such a way. Smiling a little, he pauses in his work with a little glance. “Am I correct in presuming that you have more of a history with her than simply meeting her here?”

"We used to date," Zack admits with a nod. He's still not sure where they stand now. It sucks, but eventually he'll figure it out.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject