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 Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 5:33 pm
Shuuka snorts, a brow rising. Master Hitsuga's gonna have to stop calling Shuuka "Master." Shuuka's still a kid, not worthy of any title like that.
... But!
A grin crosses Shuuka's face as he settles a forearm on his knee, his other hand holding up its forefinger. Shuuka will become a great Sorcerer, eventually. When that happens, Shuuka will gladly take any accolades that the Master Perfumer wishes to heap upon him. Until then...
"Shuuka is just Shuuka," says the prince casually.
As for the bottle, Shuuka would greatly appreciate that. Honestly, Shuuka feels honored to have such a talented perfumer within his reach.
Shuuka proceeds to wiggle his fingers in a grasping fashion at Hitsuga.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 6:46 pm
Reflexively, once more, he shies back, though offers a flustered sort of smile.
He apologizes, it is an impulse of his. He will, then, simply remember that Shuuka is Shuuka. sweatdrop
And...he must admit, he has never met one with aspirations to become a sorcerer before. He knows of the ones back home -- those strange and reclusive men of the mountains and wood who rarely walk among the villages.
Though....he imagines if any were able to command the elements in such a way, it would be one such as Shuuka.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 7:02 pm
Reclusive? Shuuka doesn't think he could ever be reclusive. If he was, after all, Shuuka would never meet so many interesting people.
Shuuka pauses for a moment, his eyes wandering out one of Hitsuga's windows. Shuuka is not without his doubts, however. Whenever Shuuka meets a Sorcerer, he finds them broken in some way. Boyan seems more like a child than a man while the Mist Sorcerer jerks away from all care. Even Shuuka's mentor...
Shuuka's eyes soften as he looks to Master Hitsuga, a sad smile crossing his face. Shuuka always talks about how he will right injustices, or how he will protect others. However, right now, Shuuka is far more preoccupied with himself. His biggest purpose in becoming a Sorcerer right now is to protect their world as something seems to assault it...
... and he is scared of what little scars he might gain in such a pursuit. Will Shuuka one day forget to properly draw back his hair? Will he not understand that he cannot subsist merely on sand and light, but must actually partake of food? Will he come to hate everything despite the love he holds now?
As tears begin to fill the youth's eyes, his hand moves to hide them from Hitsuga.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 2:47 pm
Hitsuga says nothing to this for a moment, finding it privately strange how it seems Shuuka's mind ripples like a disturbed pond....never settling for long on one thing. In the short time they've spoken, he's seen the youth display fearlessness, tenderness, violent determination, and now vulnerable fear.
Hitsuga....believes Shuuka's aspirations are noble ones, he offers at last. And he does not doubt that there are scars to be gotten in such an endeavor.
....but he can say with some degree of certainty that people fault in different ways when chipped at. He believes they only truly break if they let themselves. It is not...easy, certainly, to hold onesself together, but Shuuka, from the sound of it, will not face such things on his own.
There is much to be said for even one healing voice...
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 5:29 pm
For long moments Shuuka does not reply to Hitsuga, instead seeming to wrest with his own emotions. Finally, when dominance seems to be achieved over wretched fear, Shuuka speaks.
... Hitsuga is a veteran of many sorrows, isn't he? His hand moves from his eyes, revealing tears brimming in his eyes as he smiles. What brinks of madness has Master Hitsuga experienced in his time, wonders the Porcelain aloud before his smile widens, forcing the tears to streak down his face.
Shuuka will not be able to gain answers now, he knows, but he will one day crack away that thick shell that the master has constructed for himself. It is then that the two can truly call themselves allies. As Shuuka speaks, he seems to have no doubt about Hitsuga being exposed nor about such an alliance being formed. Each thought is serious and earnest.
Shuuka extends a hand to Hitsuga suddenly, his head jerking upright as he watches his superior solemnly. It will be Shuuka's greatest delight to see Master Hitsuga as someone he will be able to depend on.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 5:42 pm
Hitsuga ponders the offered hand a moment, this being the first time he's seen another of his own people be the first to initiate this particular gesture that seems so popular among the Gaians, and then...
A pale palm meets Shuuka's own, if more than a little uncertainly.
And Hitsuga will look forward, surely, to knowing Shuuka better as well.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 5:54 pm
Shuuka squeezes Hitsuga's hand before raises his eyebrows.
Let them move forward together, becoming greater men. When one shall fall or quiver, the other will move to hold the other up and drive him forward.
With those words, Shuuka releases Hitsuga's hand and leaps to the floor, causing the cabinet behind him (and the subsequent perfumes) to wobble unbeknownst to the youth.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 6:12 pm
Hitsuga's breath draws in sharply, sounding like a squeak as he quickly reaches out to brace the cabinet and its cargo. Perfume bottles chatter on the shelves, tinkling merrily against one another, but obediently seem to remain in place...
...save the single bottle that topples, glancing off of Hitsuga's foot, provoking a garbled pained curse amid his projections, and rolling, unbroken, across the floor.
When several seconds tick by without bringing with them the heartbreaking sounds of shattering glass, he sags with relief, drawing back from the cabinet once more.
Th-They will, he agrees, at last, his thoughts seeming a bit drained from the fiasco. Of course they will. sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 6:18 pm
Shuuka widens his eyes as the perfume rolls off of its perch and sails head-first into Hitsuga's foot. Shuuka grimaces at the pain before he wanders over to pick up the bottle.
After a few seconds have passed, he winces as he looks up at Hitsuga, his hand extended to offer the perfume to him, feelings of regret aimed at the artisan.
.. Shuuka, ah, apologies for the, uh-- And then the youth pauses, his eyes focusing on Hitsuga's forehead.
...Shuuka swears that he can see a vein twitching in Master Hitsuga's forehead. Without thought to propriety, he extends a hand to prod around the perceived throbbing.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 6:27 pm
He accepts the bottle from Shuuka, accompanying the gesture of assistance with feelings of thanks, not noticing until a moment too late the questing hand that now prods at his forehead.
Its....nothing, he's sure, he tells the young one, shying back a bit and succeeding only in banging his head on the side of the cabinet instead. The bottles again chatter lightly, sounding as if they might be giggling at him.
Deep breath...
Shuuka does not need to apologize, he assures, quelling the stray pained projections from the ache in both his foot and the back of his head. He hadn't meant to upset things, yes...?
Hitsuga is....just anxious, he supposes, he goes on. His shop will be opening to the public shortly, and he's a bit unsure of how business will be in this world. Thus far, after all, the only people who have shown any interest at all have been Porcelain themselves.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 6:35 pm
Shuuka winces when Hitsuga's head introduces itself to the cabinet. Shuuka seems to be slowly killing Master Hitsuga, doesn't he? Rather than moving towards him to help the perfumer, Shuuka actually backs up a bit to give the sensitive Porcelain his space.
Shuuka soon drops his newly developed hesitation when Hitsuga brings up his problems. The youth's eyes narrow as he turns, looking out the window, seeming to seek some inspiration--
--before his eyes land on a flyer doing somersaults as it passes the shop. Shuuka's body jerks towards Hitsuga and his hand is soon found in the elder's face. How many perfumes can Master Hitsuga spare? When does the shop open?
Does Master Hitsuga have any markers?
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 7:54 pm
Blue eyes cross to stare at the finger pointing in his face, flinching back once again.
He--he will open in a week, he believes. Barring anything unforeseen happening, that is. As for perfumes and markers....
He eyes Shuuka questioningly.
He has some unbottled stock in his workroom? And some pens...? eek
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:01 pm
Shuuka smashes his fist against his palm, his head nodding quickly. Quickly! Master Hitsuga must direct Shuuka to those items!
The fate of Master Hitsuga's business depends on it!
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 2:19 pm
Briefly and privately, Hitsuga allows himself to entertain the idea of Shuuka in his workroom. And with this idea comes the nearly-upset cabinet of a moment ago. All of the sudden movements and shifts of disposition. Near the very essentials of his work.
..... gonk
He covers for this beautifully by outwardly assuring Shuuka he will save him time from having to poke around in the clutter of his working space as Hitsuga himself knows exactly where they are. And he'll just...fetch them himself, shall he...? sweatdrop
Saying so, and with a fleeting projection that asks Shuuka to wait just a moment, he breaks into a brisk trot through the doorway back into the living area and out of sight around the corner of the hallway.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 12:13 am
... Shuuka blinks for a few seconds before rubbing the back of his head. Doesn't Hitsuga need some help finding the stuff?
Shuuka, perhaps thankfully, doesn't follow after the perfumer after his insistence but wanders around the assortment of finished products. As he mills about in the other room, Shuuka cracks a smile before setting a hand on his hip.
Hitsuga is going to have the best opening ever! Shuuka is still formulating the plan, of course, but the basics are weaving their way through his head...
Yes, yes, Hitsuga will be a rich Porcelain when Shuuka is done with him.
Ohohohoho!
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