02 - Hobbies!

[drakenguard]

Who: Yamato Hotsuin & You!
Where: Scorpio District
Summary: Yamato needs to get a life.
Warnings: So many plastic forks.

Yamato was not a man who appreciated the arts, yet here he was, in the Scorpio District, doing something rather...peculiar.

Seated on a bench on the main street of the arts and craft shops, Yamato had multiple bags of what appeared to be plastic cutlery resting on the bench beside him, the bag torn open - with two empty bags on the floor at his feet. However that would be easily overlooked for something else: the tens of Plastic Cutlery Dragons resting on every spare inch of the bench, and some on the floor. The exact number isn't precise, but it seemed like he made almost twenty five of those things...!

The twenty sixth was currently resting on his lap, having the finishing touches put to it.

Interested in the strange craft, or worried about his obsessive making? Bug him anyway!

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[maxwells_silver_scythe]

Duo was impressed.

"Whoa. Did you make ALL of these?"

[drakenguard]

Yamato looked up from from his diligent crafting, frowning up at the stranger before looking down again, gently pressing the last fork tooth in place.

"I did," he replied, picking up the complete dragon and leaning down to set it on the floor next to a few others.

[maxwells_silver_scythe]

He bent in closer to inspect the plastic dragon Yamato had just finished and poked a bit at one of the spoonscales.

"You've got some real talent here."

[drakenguard]

"It isn't difficult to do," Yamato said, picking up on of the cutlery bags and fishing some more material out of it. "You may have one, if you wish. I am only doing this to stave off boredom."

He supposed he couldn't take all of them back to his small apartment, but he couldn't exactly leave them here on the bench. That would be littering. Guess he would have to bin them later.

[maxwells_silver_scythe]

"Hmm, don't mind if I do."

That tiny apartment was looking pretty bare right now, after all.

"I'm surprised you can find a place like this boring, though. There's always a million things to do in a city this big."

[grancenturio]

It's fairly hard to tell Nessiah's emotions with his eyes covered, but the small frown on his face suggests he might be confused.

"What is the point of all this?"

[drakenguard]

Yamato glanced up, pausing his careful crafting at the peculiar person standing before him. What a strange mask. What purpose did it serve, and how could he 'see' with it on?

"...for amusement," Yamato replied after a pause, 'obviously' being heavily implied in his tone.

[grancenturio]

"I see." Well, that's definitely amusement. "It isn't what I'd have turned to first for amusement, but then again, I have only just arrived, myself. Perhaps those who have been trapped here earlier have begun to run out of things to do."

[drakenguard]

"It is not due to a lack of activity," Yamato argued, turning his attention back to the almost finished dragon in his lap. "It is more like...experimentation on my part."

The arts was something deemed unnecessary in his education, and this world was a new start for him. Normal people did arts and craft, didn't they? In any case, it was mildly amusing and satisfying to create a dragon, even though he had no idea what he was going to do with all of them. Probably bin them.

[grancenturio]

"I see. And what have your experiments found?"

A dragon is a dragon is a dragon, judging by the similarities of each craft to the next. Gulcasa would have probably liked them, but to Nessiah, they held no special appeal.

[kagami_arrow]

The princess looked at the collection of plastic dragons and wondered whether she could find someone to paint one of these. They were very accurate, albeit proportionally a bit slender compared to the Dragon God she'd seen atop Mt. Fuji not long before her second death.

"Excuse me," she said, "but may I have one or two of those?"

[drakenguard]

"Hm?" Yamato looked up from his current project, one eyebrow raised slightly in bemusement. He quickly looked down at his feet where a few of the plastic dragons lay and frowned a little. Someone would actually want them?

"...If you want. I don't have a need for them."

[kagami_arrow]

"Ah, thank you, sir," she said, gratefully.

Kneeling to pick them up, she thought briefly of maybe painting them. After all this person didn't seem like an artist, and here he was. Why not her?

[drakenguard]

Yamato watched the strange woman with minor confusion.

"I'm not sure why you would want it, though. It doesn't have much use aside from being a rather light paperweight."

[kagami_arrow]

"I used to have a lot of things without much use, but that changed some time before I came here. As for why, I have had dealings with the Ryujin that lives atop Mt. Fuji, and these remind me of it somewhat."

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[hetried]

Daichi didn't have much particular business in the Scorpio business-- mostly just, stupid wandering around and what not. At least until he saw Yamato and... should he... should he say anything...? Was it OK to bother him...? The dragon thing was impressive, it actually kind of looked like the Dragon Stream... but.... what....

"Uh... Yamato...?"

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[drakenguard]

Yamato looked up at the sound of Daichi's voice, his fingers still nimbly putting the final touches to the dragon without needing to look. He didn't seem annoyed at the interruption. In fact, he almost lit up a little at seeing the other.

"Ah, Shijima. What is it?" he asked, as if it was perfectly normal to be found obsessively making plastic cutlery dragons.

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[hetried]

Yamato was legitimately doing arts and crafts. This was. Kind of surreal.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

He's kind of too stupefied to do anything than ask the obvious question, even though it's pretty obvious he's making a goddamn dragon out of plastic. "--Er, why? I guess is a better question?"

[drakenguard]

Yamato finished the dragon, lifting it up to inspect it before leaning down to set it on the floor beside the others on the ground. When he straightened up, he looked Daichi right in the eyes and said with a completely straight face; "I was bored."

[hetried]

"So you... made a dragon out of plastic?" He pointed vaguely at the plastic dragon s Yamato lifted it up.

"Is this the kind of stuff you did in your spare time before? You uh... don't really seem like the type..."

[greatseal]

Like most of the people passing by the bench, Minako is impressed at the craftsmanship on display over here. Unlike most of them, she can't just stand back and admire from afar.

"Those look great! You really have talent. I'd never figure out how to use plastic spoons like that."

[drakenguard]

"Talent? It is quite simple to do," Yamato replied, frowning up at the girl. He didn't think it was difficult to manipulate plastic as such. The worst trouble he had was trying to bend them without breakage.

[greatseal]

"Maybe simple to build, but thinking about how each piece goes together? I could do it with a pattern, maybe, but I'd never look at a box of forks and spoons and think it could be a dragon."

This is a compliment even if it might not be quite so obvious.

[drakenguard]

Too bad Yamato has the social skills of a potato, and simply stared silently at the girl for a long moment.

"I have seen people make sculptures out of the strangest of objects. Plastic cutlery do not seem all that ambitious in comparison," Yamato finally replied, turning his attention back to the dragon he was finishing up. "Who are you?"

[greatseal]

She's dealt with people who are worse... Possibly. ...Possibly not.

Either way his potato-skill doesn't seem to bother her. "My name's Minako Arisato. What's yours?"