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4; actionspam (in the library; empathy flood)

[This post is for the empathy flood so backdated to the 13th, shall we say. For this event Joshua's feelings such as they are will be projected, as receiving is something he can do on his own with his usual powers.

Anyway.

It seems one Yoshiya Kiryu has been caught with his pants down, so to speak - or at least caught out of his rooms on a revealing flood like this. Maybe he's conveniently not noticed anything going on, fond as he is of sometimes just ignoring his communicator even when he should be keeping on the up and up.

Maybe he's feeling sorry for himself? He's sitting at one of the big low tables paging through a book showcasing feats of architecture. Glass and steel and cities, arches of stone, glorious windows. He misses Shibuya like the nagging ache of a tooth. Mr. H should have come by to pick him up by now if he was going to... he's long overdue. A new composer must have ascended the throne. Maybe Sho, he'd wanted the post. Neku wouldn't suit it even if he has the raw potential - it's all going to waste, unformed.

He pages back and forth through the book with his chin propped in one hand. The atmosphere around him is rather sullen, prickly like the beginning of an electrical storm. Not that he'll actually really be able to enforce his miffed temper the way he'd like to, so approach with blithe abandon, all.]

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[Ariadne is heading to the library in hopes of finding some peace and quiet. Being fully affected, all the emotions she's been sensing have just been creating some massive, exhausting circles and she needs to get away from that.

But she can't just sit in her room for however many days, either.

Still, the sense of someone feeling sorry for themselves, and homesick is a bit tough to resist - partly because she's feeling the same sorts of things lately.

When she sees the guy with the book - an architecture book, no less - well, that seals the deal. Maybe they can cheer each other up.]

The more modern stuff is what I really go for. What about you?

[There's a sense of - surprise, quickly muffled, as he looks up at her. It moves quickly into a feeling of being self-recriminating before that's suppressed too. He never would have been caught off guard like that at home... and if this is a pity thing -

There's a hint of familiarity to her. Someone he's spoken to before, while he was just prodding around the network, seeing what was what.]

I'm fond of cityscapes. [A thin smile cut her way. Maybe he does remember.] You're an archificionado?

[Self-recrimination? She wonders why that is.

She thinks she might've talked to this guy once before - but it was probably during a flood, not really the best time to be talking to new people.]

Architect-in-training, actually. I was studying in Paris, before I came here. One of the nicer cityscapes, if I do say so myself.

[He's smiling at her but there's no real warmth behind it. Just kind of spiky interest extending towards her, and traces of anticipation: what will she say next?]

I've never been. Are you native to the city, stranger? Or did you go abroad to study there?

[Well, it's better than the negative feelings from before. And it's nice to be sensing something a bit more neutral.]

No, I'm not a native. Just there for school.

What sort of city are you from?

[The longer she talks to him the more obvious it probably becomes that he doesn't really have a lot of feelings, or at least doesn't allow himself to experience them fully. But he is interested in talking to a fellow connoisseur of cities, so there's that.]

I'm from Shibuya. A district of Tokyo. It's quite the hopping place. [To say the least. He tilts his head.] And where are you from?

[She's noticing, though for the moment she's just filing it away as 'kinda interesting' but also a huge relief - she can talk to someone without feeling any extreme emotions!]

I really want to go to Tokyo, but I haven't had the chance, yet. I'm originally from upstate New York, which is pretty, but not in an urban way. [More like, forests and mountains.]

You don't look like a hick, at least. [Said pleasantly. And there's really nothing behind it, just that interest, whether she'll react or not.] Why did you decide to go to Paris?

[She just looks vaguely amused.] I work very hard to not be a hick, it's true.

I went to Paris because they have the best architecture school in the world. Also, I got a scholarship.

[That's fine too. He'll just roll with it. There's a sense of vague - approval, too. An architect, that's right, a designer, wasn't she? A creative type pursuing a dream. He likes it.] More power to you, smarty-pants. Do you have any big dreams to chase afterward?

Sure. To be the best architect ever, I guess. [She shrugs, laughing.] I'd like to have my own firm someday. [Maybe one that involves dream architecture as well, but she's not talking about that.]

[Too bad about that. Closemouthed, Ariadne! But maybe someday.

The vague interest he expressed before is solidifying anyway. At least it's a distraction from thinking about Shibuya, Mr. H - no, not going down that road again now.]

Remind me of your name, dear?

[She snorts a little at the 'dear' - because really? Okay.] It's Ariadne. What about you?

[Heh-heh. A spark of amusement, it jumps and then dwindles.] Call me Joshua, dear. The pleasure's all mine, hee hee.

Nice to meet you. [She's smiling, though it's watchful.] So you're from Tokyo. What did you do, back home?

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even later than the late we talked about :c

backtagging ain't no thang I just want you OwO

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literally the first time in four days I've had tag access

as you can see I'm massively slow rn and probably will be for another week so

ain't stressin

hearts go here :3