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station722018-01-11 02:32 pm
redheadcarrier) wrote in station722018-01-11 02:32 pm
[OPEN]
CHARACTERS: Asuka & YOU
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: DAY :034 - :036
SUMMARY: A catch-all for Asuka's Red Coast shenanigans.
WARNINGS: None, yet.
Sail Away
Asuka's never really been on a ship before, unless you counted her trip to Japan. And even then, those were "modern" ships and she'd been a passenger. Learning how to operate one that ran on wind power and that had ropes and knots and sails was something entirely different. The sailors were pleasant enough and she seemd at home with a harpoon (funnily enough), so a lot of her time is spent scrambling over the small boats, tugging on ropes and figuring out how to make them go.
It's actually kind of fun. It keeps her head and hands busy and off of he losses she's been dealing with Lavellan first, now Seviilia. She's distracted. Which explains why she accidentally lets a boom go and the sail catches the wind, hurling the boom around in a swinging arc.
"Hey, look out-!"
Market Square
She tries to keep herself busy. That means wandering out into the seaside market from time to time to see what they have and to poke at the weird and interesting objects that show up. Some of it is handmade jewelry or knick-knacks and some of it is food. The influx of visitors is a bit of boon for these people, in all likelyhood, but Asuka generally prides herself on not being your stereotypical tourist (even if she tends to be, sometimes). Since she can't go swimming, window-shopping is basically one of the few things she can do that will get her out of her room right now - and she can't t rain herself 24/7, as much as she'd sometimes like to. Driving herself to higher heights of "excellence" in the name of purging her own memory and past failures through physical pain.
But the body can't keep that up, so here she is, picking her way through a few curious items. She plucks something from the table to examine it while the shopkeeper murmurs at her - telling her it's not that expensive and she really ought to try it. It's a bracelet, of seashells and small stones, stained red by the sea or polished to a bright white. She's still considering it, the sensation of thought echoing through her link.
Blood. Does she really want that reminder?
Wild Card
You know what to do.
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: DAY :034 - :036
SUMMARY: A catch-all for Asuka's Red Coast shenanigans.
WARNINGS: None, yet.
Sail Away
Asuka's never really been on a ship before, unless you counted her trip to Japan. And even then, those were "modern" ships and she'd been a passenger. Learning how to operate one that ran on wind power and that had ropes and knots and sails was something entirely different. The sailors were pleasant enough and she seemd at home with a harpoon (funnily enough), so a lot of her time is spent scrambling over the small boats, tugging on ropes and figuring out how to make them go.
It's actually kind of fun. It keeps her head and hands busy and off of he losses she's been dealing with Lavellan first, now Seviilia. She's distracted. Which explains why she accidentally lets a boom go and the sail catches the wind, hurling the boom around in a swinging arc.
"Hey, look out-!"
Market Square
She tries to keep herself busy. That means wandering out into the seaside market from time to time to see what they have and to poke at the weird and interesting objects that show up. Some of it is handmade jewelry or knick-knacks and some of it is food. The influx of visitors is a bit of boon for these people, in all likelyhood, but Asuka generally prides herself on not being your stereotypical tourist (even if she tends to be, sometimes). Since she can't go swimming, window-shopping is basically one of the few things she can do that will get her out of her room right now - and she can't t rain herself 24/7, as much as she'd sometimes like to. Driving herself to higher heights of "excellence" in the name of purging her own memory and past failures through physical pain.
But the body can't keep that up, so here she is, picking her way through a few curious items. She plucks something from the table to examine it while the shopkeeper murmurs at her - telling her it's not that expensive and she really ought to try it. It's a bracelet, of seashells and small stones, stained red by the sea or polished to a bright white. She's still considering it, the sensation of thought echoing through her link.
Blood. Does she really want that reminder?
Wild Card
You know what to do.