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Post by Vayle Cameo on May 10, 2019 12:14:19 GMT
Vayle chuckled. "...Yeah. I guess I am pretty odd. I've done... well, a job at hiding it, at least..." Vayle responded with a lopsided grin. She was just happy that the remonstrations came without any other baggage attached. She'd been holding onto that secret against the world for the longest time, and the fact that she'd finally told someone - that that chain that felt like it had bound her to the bottom of the ocean - had finally snapped left her feeling incredibly free in comparison to even a moment ago.
As Tsuyoshi questioned the linquine choice, Vayle gave a relaxed, familiar grin. "Sorry. Habit. she always gets mad at me when I change my..."
Vayle's words started to slow and stumble, as the smile slowly gave way to a look of horror. "W-when I... change my... order? W-who does? Why... I..."
The next words seemed to come out in strangled bursts, and brief flashes of something else hit her. "I... there's... Wh-who? Who is it that always..."
The memories started to vanish as soon as they came, leaving only Vayle's recollections of recollecting, and she realized after a moment that she hadn't moved for something close to a minute at this point.
"...I-I guess... maybe... I used to eat italian food with... someone that..."
Vayle took a deep breath. "someone." She finished lamely, putting up a hand as a huge migraine started to rack through her.
"I, uhh... sorry. Maybe I... finally remembered something, after all.
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Post by Tsuyoshi Hidou on May 10, 2019 12:24:49 GMT
''Oh goody, the pronoun game.'' The renegade had heard of that on more than one occassion and smiled feintly as he looked out of the window still. But as he turned back he noticed something else was going on entirely with Vayle. It didn't really faze Tsuyoshi when she slurred her words and overall spoke slower, nor did it interest him all that much. She explained it though, telling him that she remembered something, or that she thought she remembered something. On that note though Tsuyoshi had realized, while thinking that it was borderline rude to do something like that while there was someone else around her despite it not being a free choice to make, that he had been doing the same. Not remembering, but being absent enough to make him ashamed for thinking those thoughts about her. ''Someone.'' He repeated, also taking this as confirmation that she maybe didn't have someone coming after him. But even with that mental confirmation he kept this sense of dread, though he hid it as best he could. ''Why stop remembering there?'' He said, thinking bad thoughts to himself and smiling genuinely as he spoke. ''Don't you owe it to yourself to remember as much as possible?'' Vayle Cameo
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Post by Vayle Cameo on May 11, 2019 13:11:58 GMT
Vayle clutched a hand to her face, as Tsuyoshi did some probing of his own. Vayle's mask of completion changed to one of confusion and uncertainty as Tsuyoshi kept prodding her. "...I just... how do I..."
The Shinigami closed her eyes as a hand came up to her face, fingers grasping around the right side like she could pull the memories from her mind. Tsuyoshi was hitting alongside thoughts her younger self had occur to her so many times before. Thoughts her adoptive family in the rukon told her to push away. thoughts she'd never even shared to Mahoutsukai.
Why couldn't she remember. Who was she forgetting? Didn't she owe it to herself to know? If there were others in her life, didn't she owe it to them to remember who they were, what her life was?
vayle focused hard - as hard as she possibly could - and she felt her body grow chilly, almost incompatible.
"...I met her... in a restaurant like this... I was..."
Vayle tried to focus just a little harder, trying to get a name, but got a broad smile instead. "...I was doing... my job, I think, here, and she..."
Vayle took a deep breath, before giving a laugh, nostalgia hitting her in a broad wave as the remembrance of a surprise kick to the gut sending her flying through the window raced through her mind. She laughed like she hadn't managed in a long time, not mocking or muffled, but just sincere laughter.
"...She kicked me through the window, I think." Vayle added with a broad, love-struck smile. "...And, then she helped me up."
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Post by Tsuyoshi Hidou on May 11, 2019 14:27:21 GMT
''Not where I expected that one to go.'' Tsuyoshi said, his eyes wandering over everyone who was in this place. Quickly enough though he focused on Vayle again, watching her laugh and drawing quite some attention. And while the renegade wanted to prevent just that from happening he felt like this was a good thing more than a bad thing. ''But does this mean you owe me more food?'' He joked as he sat back in his chair, shooting Vayle a smug smile of his own. His mouth almost skipped right over the smug look he was giving her as Tsuyoshi almost started laughing himself, and he was about to give into it too, having forgotten how good it felt to laugh sincerely. He chuckled as he watched the smile on Vayle's lips. ''For saying you'd take Linguine and instead taking Fettucini you got kicked through a window?'' He finally asked. ''And you liked it?'' Convinced he liked this woman even more now, his prejudices fell just like that and he wasn't as paranoid anymore. ''Would it help if I kicked you through this window and picked you up?'' He asked, thumbing at the window behind him. ''You know, to spark more memories?'' Vayle Cameo
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Post by Vayle Cameo on May 13, 2019 10:25:52 GMT
Vayle chuckled at the statement of owing him more food. "Look, if you want more food, I'd be happy to provide it. What kind of person calls themselves the death god and doesn't even have enough money to feed a loiterer now and then?" She asked with a warmer smile.
As he continued on to ask about the girl, Vayle shook her head, as more memories flew in. clean, pristine, like a river. "n-no, it wasn't for that. I had to talk to her for... somethin'. I think I was angry. then she threw me on my butt."
Vayle put a hand to her face. "...She got mad at me for that when we came the next day. Together."
Images flew through her eyes, yet the face and form remained indistinct, untouchable, teasing at the edges of her vision. A woman she thought was important, who brought her to near-tears at the thought. but who was she? Why couldn't Vayle see her?
"...And the next day, too." She added more quietly, sighing with a romantic "ahhh..." Going through her voice. She felt nothing but joy as the memories hit her... and then, as quickly as that happiness rose, a sadness, hiding deep behind those memories, began to gnaw at her. "I wish I could... remember her face. her name. I know her voice put me at ease just from hearin' it, and yet... I can't remember it..."
A tear fell down her cheek. "It's... funny, isn't it?" She asked, with a voice that didn't agree with her own statement. "She was apparently so important to me, and I just... forget her. just like that."
Tsuyoshi's next statement brought her a bit more down to earth, as she grinned. "As nice as that sounds, I'd like to come back here at some point. and I don't think I have the budget to pay for the window. it also might break our cover." Vayle added with a grin. "you know, by literally breaking cover."
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Post by Tsuyoshi Hidou on May 13, 2019 16:57:22 GMT
So, he was basically a loiterer in her eyes. Good to know. He rolled his eyes at her statement even when he knew it was all in good fun. Actually, Tsuyoshi had the most fun he had in a while that didn't involve killing for sport. Just sitting her without having to worry about people hunting him, without having to justify his every move to his sword. This.. gigai thing was turning out to be more fun than initially thought, and with him actually helping Vayle, he assumed, anyway, it was turning out to be one of the more fun days he had since his incarceration. If only he could find it in himself to let go for a moment, let go of his tension. ''Yeah, must have not been this exact place then.'' He replied when Vayle grinned at him when he suggested throwing her through the window to see if that sparked more memories. ''You'd be banned for life.'' He added, sitting back in his chair, still waiting on the food, and finding himself once again looking out the window. Though this time not because he felt he was being hunted, or watched. He went over what Vayle said in his mind and tried remembering himself if there was anyone in his life that made him feel the same way. ''I often wonder, you know..'' Tsuyoshi began while watching out the window. ''Is there anything else to me other than just killing?'' He asked as he turned to Vayle. ''Can I, before I forget, try to remember the good things? Do I even have them?'' ''I'm jealous of you because you do, and you get to relive them. Even if you don't know the name. It means there is something to look forward to, that you're not done with the fun. I envy you for that.'' He paused for a moment right then, clearing his throat as he turned to Vayle. ''The only people I had that came close.. were the people who raised me. And while I only remember the bad things, forced to relive the moment their lives fade away from me, I do remember I got sadder. Something about that makes me think I was happy once. I don't.. I think I don't want to remember.. I just want to know. Nothing bad in my head to fuel my nightmares, no.. need to do bad things just to occupy my mind.'' Vayle Cameo
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Post by Vayle Cameo on May 13, 2019 23:57:19 GMT
Vayle gave a slight smile to the statement of this being the exact place. "It would've had to be at least a hundred and fifty years ago if it happened when I was a human. The pasta's good, but I don't think it's that good." Vayle would say with a teasing tone. "Besides, if I really was banned for life, I'm pretty sure I served my whole sentence." She cracked, giggling. "...Though if I was shown some old black and white photo of human me by some hundreds of years old sage I think I'd just feel accomplished by my transgression." Vayle added with a cocky shrug. The mood got a little less happy as Tsuyoshi talked to Vayle about his own worries, his own misgivings. who she was. what she still had to look forward to. And what little he had to look back on, the fact that this sort of trauma drove him to violence... "You've had a hard life, Tsuyoshi." Vayle would add. "I can see that written on your face. But that's not all you are. You still have things to look forward to. And I think there's part of you that knows that." Vayle grinned as the food came by, the waiter putting it ahead without a word. "To enjoy good food and bad jokes, to look forward to the taste of pasta..." Vayle gave a soft, patient smile. "You have a very sad story written for you... but it's not over yet. You're still you, at the end of the day, and you can still force it to be amazing, even if it doesn't want to be right now. I'm sure of it." Vayle sighed. "With that said... I can.. look up things when I get back. It's an old enough case file I won't arouse too much suspicion for looking into it. I've got a seated position, so it's likely no one will question me on it. If you really want the truth, I'd be happy to give it to you. It's the least I can do." [344 words] Tsuyoshi Hidou
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Post by Tsuyoshi Hidou on May 14, 2019 3:33:19 GMT
As the food was brought Tsuyoshi realized one simple thing with the help of Vayle; everything he knew was what he was told. Not what was written about him in that file that the Society no doubt had on him. Forgetting that he even had one, he subsequently realized that his past grievances would eventually help preserve the past, other people would look into his past and notarize it for him. He looked at Vayle, before glancing over at the food below which filled his nose with a nice smell. ''I'm good at forcing things.'' He finally said as he continued looking down, eventually grabbing a fork to start jabbing at his food gently. ''But I'd be happy if you did.'' Was the answer when she mentioned looking up his file, almost elated, though not showing it, that there was a very good possibility that the good parts of his past were stored away with the bad ones. Though not too fond of the idea of opening that can of worms, he was positive that he wanted to know if there was anything good, anything to help him get over the things he did more easily. Finally he brought a fork's worth of Linguine to his mouth and started slurping it up as the strands kept falling off of his fork, grumbling as they did so. When he was done he glanced up at Vayle. ''I like eating, but I'm not very good at it.'' Vayle Cameo
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Post by Vayle Cameo on May 15, 2019 5:55:16 GMT
Vayle took a moment to study Tsuyoshi's face with a slight smile. Tsuyoshi was an enigma to her in a lot of ways. he had a lot of mood shifts, and quickly. his philosophy to life was difficult to understand, to say the least. He had that odd, aggressive streak - so solid, and yet so fragile, the moment real kindness was shown to him. most of all, though, she was surprised by how much sensitivity was hiding underneath that brutish mask.
Vayle was capable of figuring one thing out for certain, though: Tsuyoshi did not know how to eat pasta properly.
"I'll make it my top priority once I get back to soul society, then." Vayle would say with a smile, before holding up a hand. "No no no, that's not how you go about it." Vayle would add, lifting up a spoon. "lemme show you how the italians do it..."
Vayle would stab a bit of her own pasta with her fork, before pulling up her spoon. "The fork's for capturing the pasta, but for holding it in place..."
Vayle would bring the fork to the spoon and twirl. "This is how you eat pasta like an italian. the spoon keeps the pasta from sliding off as you twirl, and then..."
Vayle would bring a forkful of pasta to her face and take a quick bite, swallowing quickly. "I believe the old phrase was, 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do."
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Post by Tsuyoshi Hidou on May 15, 2019 16:35:11 GMT
''I'm glad I'm not Italian then.'' He quipped. ''Pasta just isn't for me..'' Though Tsuyoshi wasn't quite sure what was for him, if not that. There was so much he didn't know.. and yet.. when he said he didn't want to know, and wanted to forget, he wasn't quite sure about it since it didn't seem like a bad thing when Vayle was around. ''I'm more fond of..'' What the hell was he fond of? It wasn't that the pasta didn't taste good, just that he wasn't used to the Italian pasta to fork relation. The way Vayle showed him seemed way more acceptable to use, but somehow it seemed wrong.. not that that stopped him before though.
He tried it her way though, and put a spoon below his fork as he did what he had just been shown. ''I wonder if it's possible to forget how to eat.'' He asked silently but audible enough as he took a bite, swallowing without even chewing, to his own amazement. His body, though not all that reliant on food, was in need of it and it showed.
''I might call upon your food services some more in the future.'' He warned her. ''I think I need a lot more.'' The rogue added before continuing to eat.
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