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[ Somewhere around town-- at the bookstore, the Tomoe-Kaname Bakery, attached to posts and notice boards --you find a small white notecard. On it is printed a little message and some numbers in ornate lettering. If you look closely, it reads the following: ]

Rohan Kishibe, Mangaka & Visual Artist
Owner Pro Tempore of Ebony Threads Tailor Shop
Highly Experienced.
Commissions & Advertising For Hire
Pay Negotiable.
Contact At: 512.66.730.91 for inquiries
Castle Lüvchaque - Directly North of Bavan per appointment ONLY.

(( feel free to use this as an action-based prompt too. any random interactions will MOST LIKELY take place in the form of walk-ins at the tailor shop unless it's pre-planned. just drop a starter in here! ))

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... Motorcycle crash.

[ Aren't you too young to drive????? Yuzu????????? ]

The other guy spun his bike against the front of mine. The... force of the collision threw me and the bike off the highway and into a building. There was an explosion.

[ That's. Pretty cut and dry, isn't it? ]

When I was first brought to this world, my memory ended a while before that. Since then, I've had a few dreams where I remembered things that happened after — things that I'd locked away. But when I compared what I remembered in my "dreams" to what my friends remembered, they matched.

[ She tries to smile, and shrugs her shoulders. ]

I found out about it a long time ago, but... I'm still alive here, so I can still do something. When we get that pathway open between worlds, even if I can't go back with them, the way they're hoping for... if it means getting them out of this world, I could accept that price.

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[ Oh man, he had a motorcycle once until he let Josuke touch it. ]

That's intense. [ That's a word for it. ] Being given new life here is kind of common for a lot of people, isn't it? You are far from the first person I have met with that condition being what happened before they arrived here.

Tell me about these dreams. Are they things you chose to lock away for one reason or another?

[ Better question: ]

What are they?

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They're memories you don't remember. ... I think. Like, you said earlier that your roommate was thirteen years behind you, right? If it worked the same way for him, he'd "dream" of what came after what he "remembered." So maybe he'd remember a few more weeks of his "future," or a few more months. They... they feel more real.

[ Her toes curl on themselves, so when she kicks her foot against the floor, she doesn't gouge it with her talons. ]

When that last one happened, there were some other details I "remembered," so I asked one of my friends about it. It was something from before we met, but that I never knew, so... if it matched, that meant it had to be true. I couldn't just trust a vision like that right away. But the things from my dream matched reality.

... I don't think I would have forgotten it intentionally.

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[ HMMM...

All of the brushes between his fingers wiggle in one long thoughtful wave. ]

I have heard through the grapevine that this place erases memories. I have not experienced it myself-- or... I haven't remembered to try and remember those things.

Similarly to Jotaro's circumstances, I have another person from my 'time'. We are from the same year and the same place. He burned down part of my house. [ There's a point here. ] Josuke doesn't remember an event that occurred because of him. He was there at the end of it...

And yet he had to ask me the last thing I remembered before coming here.

[ He hums~ ]

Memories are my forte, Miss Hiiragi. They're so strange, aren't they?

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Yes. [ She nods once, expression thoughtful. ] Even where I'm from, there was... a strange occurrence. A girl I knew, something happened to her to change her memories. I don't know how it happened, or why, but the way she changed can't be explained any other way.

[ And it's true that she doesn't know full well the method of it, but there's only one person who can be responsible — someone who seemed set on doing harm to anyone for the sake of doing good for everyone. ]

They seem so fragile, our memories... but sometimes they're all we have.

[ She pauses, glancing up. ]

When you say they're your strength, what do you mean?

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Memories make people who they are. They shape our lives for the good and the bad.

[ He is back to paying attention to the canvas again. She can watch herself being shaped on it again. Not just her hair but the large sweep of one of her wings, the curve of her shoulder. One of her eyes is glancing over it playfully. The air of a young person washes through every stroke, and she will be as beautiful as he claims her to be. ]

I mentioned before that I was struck with an arrow some time before coming here. It granted me a power I call Heaven's Door which allows me to turn peoples' lives into the literal version of an open book. I can read everything about them from their birth to their first kiss and to the traumas they have endured. It is my preferred way to garner information... [ A beat. ] I'm not a people person.

[ With one of the purple brushes set to the beginnings of her eye, he rolls his gaze over to the real Yuzu. If she pays attention, there is an eerie glow to his already strange bright green eyes. ]

I can take those memories away and keep them for myself. You take a page from a book if you really love it, right? Or... I can write things in of my own accord.

[ He flicks the wrist with all of the brushes, sending speckles of blue into the painted eye in front of him. All without taking his eyes off of her. ]

Were they afraid of heights when I met them? They are now.

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That's horrifying.

[ It's spoken on a breath, undirected, but as the weight of understanding begins to settle across her shoulders, her expression tightens, souring. ]

And you just... did that to people? Take away their memories and rewrite who they were?

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[ Now she can see why he is the way he is. Rohan scoffs and tilts his eyes back to his work. ]

I only did those two things if they posed a threat or if they had something very interesting that I wouldn't want to leave behind.

I enjoyed it the most because I could learn things no one else would ever tell me. The most fascinating parts of a person are the ones they keep locked up. [ He says that as if it were an absolute fact. It IS a fact to him and he is ALWAYS right. ]

I love a good read. Don't you?

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[ She doesn't bother answering the question. ]

Satisfying your own selfish curiosity shouldn't come at that high of a price. Wanting something doesn't entitle you to it, no matter what kind of power you have.

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[ Oh, she's going to play that is she? ]

Wanting it might not entitle me to it but there is nothing that can stop me from doing it. [ The titter of laughter he lets out is punctuated by a haughty wiggle of his shoulders. ]

Your book would be incredible, Miss Hiiragi. There are so many things you aren't telling me. But look at everything I have gathered from just speaking to you like this. I know about your hobbies, your friends, your childish romantic exploits, your card game. [ One more loving stroke of a brush paints an impish little smile upon her lips. ] Your death.

All of these things fuel my artwork. They are real. They make you feel things. They enhance the beauty of a subject such as yourself.

You made it this way.

[operadiance]

You think that makes you clever?

[ She rises to her feet in a slow, controlled motion — the acrid smell of snake skin starting to char against her thighs means it's that or set the couch ablaze, and she won't give him that satisfaction. ]

You asked questions, and I gave you answers — and you're preening over that? A conversation? How pathetic are you that this is an accomplishment? Needing magic powers just to learn what someone else is thinking — because you're too lonely and incompetent to make a real, human connection on your own?

It's no wonder art's all you have — a flat personality like yours only works in two dimensions.

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Is that supposed to hurt me?

[ PRETTY FUNNY, YUZU. ]

Do you think I give a shit about what people think of me? [ Try as she might, her insults aren't going to do anything. They are not anything he has not already heard before.

She's just starting to melt the couch. People don't usually melt his couch when he makes them Upset. Fire should NOT be present in the house again. He watches her get up, having stopped everything he is doing. ]

If you want to hurt my feelings, try something I haven't heard before. A word of advice: You're not going to succeed.

Are you going to walk out on me now?

[ yuzu das rude ]

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Of course not. I can't damage something that doesn't exist, can I?

[ Her stance widens — smoke rises from the floor where the one foot rested. It's taking most of her self-control to keep herself from immolating right there, so her words are too sharp, cutting against her teeth. ]

You say there's nothing to stop you, but it's only because you don't have the strength of will or human decency to stay your own hand, isn't it? In that case, you don't deserve anyone else to stay theirs.

[ Yuzu keeps her eyes on Rohan's face, gaze unwavering, and she holds position for a silent second, two, three — just enough to pass the length of impulse, her tail swaying behind her to keep time. Without turning her head, she flicks her right hand to the side, a snap and bloom of heat as a fireball slams into his hanging curtains, blooming in explosive oranges and searing reds. ]

You think you know enough about me to finish, so I don't need to stay any longer — you can text me when you're done.

[ Only then does she turn towards the door, right hand mimicking the flame-throwing gesture to toss back only a departing wave. ]

Bye.