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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[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.

...

...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).

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"It's how mundane and out of place in art it is that makes it unusual. Lots of people paint or sculpts marble, but I've never seen anyone sculpt forks," she said, watching his hands. She wasn't sure he wanted to be looked at directly. "Or maybe that's common on this planet, I have no idea."

[drakenguard]

"I don't either," Yamato said with a careless shrug of his shoulders. He carefully pressed the fork into place, tweaking its prongs here and there to make up part of the mane of the dragon.

There was a bit of silence for a long moment, and it appeared that Yamato was perfectly happy to ignore the other's existence before he abruptly spoke again.

"Who are you?"

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Meetra Surik," she replied. "You probably figured it out, but I'm one of the guests here."

[drakenguard]

"Yes. It was obvious," Yamato said plainly. Normally this was where one returned the introduction, but he merely turned back to his dragon. He placed a few finishing touches here and there, his gaze occasionally flickering over to Meetra, but when he was done he pushed it across the table. It was completed.

"...I am Yamato Hotsuin."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"And you make very elegant dragons," she said, nodding.

"So do you display these somewhere?"

[drakenguard]

"Display? No. Once I am finished they are disposed of. I have no use for them," Yamato said, his gaze dismissing of the sculpture he had just finished.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Oh," she said.

"...do you mind if I take this one off your hands, then?" she asked. "I really do think it's interesting, and my apartment is pretty bare of decorations."

[drakenguard]

Yamato grunted, leaning over the side to begin picking up new pieces of metal cutlery, and plastic cups to help shape the body of the dragon. "If you wish."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Thank you," she said, carefully picking up the artwork. "I guess I'll get out of your hair now..."

She stood to leave.

[drakenguard]

Yamato nodded, straightening up to place his materials on the table, the metal cutlery clattering a little. "Good. If you wish for more, I will have some here for you to take. I make them out of various things."

Basically Yamato is viewing her as his 'bin'. He wouldn't have to lug them back home, but they wouldn't litter the street either. Win/win.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Thank you, Yamato. I'll come back by later."