05 - MECHA-HYDRA: RISE UP

[drakenguard]

Who: Yamato Hotsuin and YOU
Where: Virgo Ward
Summary: Yamato's upgraded. He's making a hydra out of metal cutlery this time
Warnings: You can almost track the gradual loss of sanity.

As Scorpio District is still getting cleaned up after the insanity that was The Event, Yamato had to get his 'supplies' from somewhere that was a bit more generic in terms of wares. Yes, yes, shocking that someone as serious and work-minded as Yamato would go out and do some more arts and crafts, but the thing was...

He actually enjoyed it.

It was a private joy, and no doubt if someone asked him about it he would stone cold deny it without hesitating, but he felt he could indulge in it once in a while. It wasn't like he had anything else to do in his free time (which had thankfully lessened now that he had a job with Ideo in the labs...), so he felt no guilt in wasting his time on it.

So in the Virgo ward, Yamato bought a box of metal cutlery. You heard right. Metal cutlery. He was going to try and out do his earlier project of plastic dragons, and make metal dragons. Bending the metal was a bit harder than the plastic - although it was less likely to snap - but Yamato was quite strong physically (even if he had to use magic to be so) so it wasn't anything too difficult.

Bug him, or simply interested in buying one? Feel free to approach! He is just sitting on one of the few tables outside a café, cup of coffee the only thing fuelling his busy fingers.

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[echo_of_a_jedi]

A lady in a robe is just kind of watching. And tilting her head to follow along with how he's bending that metal.

[drakenguard]

Yamato felt an itch between his shoulder blades, like he was being watched, and he sighed quietly to himself, carefully bending the metal fork in his hands. It seemed quiet surprising that someone with such slim and delicate looking hands could bend metal with apparent ease.

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...this itch was getting annoying.

He abruptly set the fork down, turning his head to try and see who was staring at him - before his gaze caught onto a strange, robed woman staring at him.

Yamato frowned back at her.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to stare," Meetra said, waving a little bit sheepishly. "What you were doing just looked interesting...I've never seen anyone make art like that."

Of course, for all she knew, this was this planet's most common past-time, but she still hadn't seen it while she'd been here.

[drakenguard]

"...is that so?" Yamato replied after a tense pause, his suspicious frown not softening in the slightest. His pale eyes narrowed slightly before he turned back to what he was doing, picking up the bent fork again. "It was my understanding that civilians crafted art from everyday items regularly."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Not everyone makes them out of eating utensils, though," Meetra said. She read the man's tenseness in his voice easily, and so kept her distance while she circled around the table he was sitting at, moving to face him across it. "It's an interesting idea."

[drakenguard]

"Hrm," Yamato watched the strange woman from beneath his eyelashes, tracking her movements as his thin fingers bent and twisted the thin metal. "This is incredibly mundane compared to what materials they used in the Scorpio District."

That place had been downright bizarre to him. People created 'art' from many mediums, many materials, or sometimes it wasn't even art at all, just splotches of paint on a canvas that a small child could do if armed with a paint gun. It left Yamato a bit puzzled about what really constituted as art (as, it was his understanding that it was work like Leonardo da Vinci, or something like that).

[otakuro]

"Ah..."

A boy passing by on the street pauses when he recognizes a familiar face. Pauses even further when he sees what that person is busily occupying himself with.

"Huh... Are you going to bring those to life in some sort of anti-zodiac ritual?"

[drakenguard]

Yamato glanced up briefly, grunting when he recognised the other teenager. "Being able to enchant life upon inanimate objects is still beyond current technology or power," he replied, taking Atsuro's words seriously. "So no."

[otakuro]

"Aww." He looks vaguely disappointed. So much for being the master of creepy old blood sacrifice rituals.

"So... What are you doing with all of that stuff, then?"

[drakenguard]

excuse you yamato is the grand dragon of creepy old blood sacrifice rituals. he just doesn't wish to divulge all of the secrets.

"Have you suffered from an eye injury recently?" Yamato asked, his expression deadpan. Was he joking or...? "It is obvious what I am doing. I am crafting metal dragons."

[otakuro]

"...Right."

Atsuro waits for Yamato to explain how metal dragons are an instrumental part in the obscure folk-mantra of Acala Vidyaraja in Nigata Prefecture, which, when supplemented by the onmyoudou technique of 'the piercing-eye arrow of the toad', resulted in the most powerful warding spell known to Japanese mysticism.

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"I mean, uh. What are they for?"

[the_usual_stuff]

There's a young child dressed in what are either striped pajamas or a black-and-white prison uniform, peeking at the man sitting at the table with his cup of coffee and materials. Feel free to ignore or notice him.

He's standing on his tippy-toes to try and get a decent look at what Yamato is busily crafting on the table, and is clearly fascinated with the metal dragons being fashioned with magic and fingers.

[drakenguard]

Yamato did notice the child, it was pretty hard not to, with how hyper-paranoid he was, and merely watched the mysterious kid from beneath his eyelashes, half of his attention upon his crafting, and half on the other.

The staring was getting annoying though.

"Is something of interest to you?" he finally asked, his fingers pausing as he lifted his head to look at the child properly.

[the_usual_stuff]

Ignore the costant aura of death if you can sense such things by the way? He's not looking to hurt anyone, Pharos is just curious to see how such thin, fragile-looking hands can bend and twist metal eating utensils with seeming ease. When the older male doesn't immediately shoo him away or request he take his leave from his presence, the small child inches closer.

"How are you doing that?" he wondered, switching his intrigued stare from the bent steel hydras to Yamato. "It looks quite interesting."

[drakenguard]

Yamato can indeed sense the aura of death, but considering he happily kept the company of demons over humans, it wasn't enough to unnerve him - make him highly suspicious, yes, but not nervous.

"...it does, doesn't it?" Yamato said after a pause, seemingly ignoring the first question. He held the boy's gaze unflinchingly, probably staring at him too intensely, and carefully bent a fork's handle in two as easily as folding a piece of paper.

"It is my own strength," he finally replied. He wasn't lying, his magic was his strength, whether he used it for the physical of the spiritual.

[the_usual_stuff]

"Yes," Pharos agreed simply, unbothered by the silver-haired man's intense, unwavering stare. And feeling that he wouldn't be reacted to with undue hostility to such an action, the boy circled around the table the other male was sitting at in front of the café, until he was standing on the opposite side of the table from him.

"And nothing else?" he said, smiling innocently as he watched him mold and painstakingly bent the eating utensils with his hands. "Impressive."

[genkigal]

Hong Kong was passing by. Correction: he did pass by. And then he walked backwards and un-passed by. And then totally uninvited he sat down at Yamato's table to silently watch. Why?

Because this was awesome. He just stares for a while which is kind of a lame tag, but I can't stress how COOL HE FINDS THIS he is a loser forgive me.

[drakenguard]

Yamato looked up when his impromptu guest sat down across from him. His fingers stilled, and his eyes were narrowed suspiciously as they looked the other up and down.

"...yes?"

[genkigal]

...Maybe he isn't welcome, the thought does cross his mind. ...Oh well. This is too cool to just walk off! "What kind of dragon is it?"

[drakenguard]

Yamato frowned.

"...I was not shaping a particular dragon," he said after a pause, glancing down at the structure. "But I suppose its physiology is closer to Kohryu, or Long."

[genkigal]

Hong Kong blinks at that, but after a moment he smiles. Lots of people forget that dragon. "Oh. So are you a king? Should I like get up and bow?"

[deathboss]

Well...color Eikichi impressed.

"Yo!" he greeted. "D'you make all of these yourself? They're really nice work."

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~

[drakenguard]

Yamato glanced up at the loud and sudden intrusion, his expression careful. He had others stopping by and complimenting the crafts with awe in their voices, and they always said the same thing, or rather, variation of it.

One; did you make these? Two; these are nice.

Silly words, really. Yamato was getting a bit sick and tired of replying - and he was half tempted to simply ignore this one but - his appearance was quite peculiar, and there was something nagging at him just by his mere presence.

Yamato's fingers paused on one fork, his thumb half-bending the metal like it was a plastic straw, while his brain pondered on a good route to take.

He settled for replying in the end. "Yes, I did make these myself."

Hiiiiii

[deathboss]

Eikichi did not know of Yamato's internal dilemma and if he had, there probably would have been some sort of talk about being thankful. So...be thankful there was nothing of that.

He helped himself to a nearby seat and took a closer look at one of them. "I never did any metal work myself...Ma usually got me to do portraits and coal sketches, but there's a whole other dimension to think about when you sculpt..." He gave off a small, content sigh. There wasn't a remark about the strength he was using to bend those forks either.

"Eikichi Mishina. You're a visitor here too, right?"

so happy~

[drakenguard]

Yamato took in 'Eikichi's words with a slight frown, his head tilting to the side slightly. His fringe obscured his eyes slightly, but it was apparent that he was gazing at him with a somewhat calculating and suspicious stare.

"...obviously, yes. You do art."

Not a question. Yamato's gaze became that much intense...