Beauty is so solitary

He questioned softly why I failed? “For beauty,” I replied. “And I for truth,–the two are one; We brethren are” {Closed RP account for fatedpromises Tracking tag: satinpeacock}

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chin, eyes, feet :>

Chin: how do you take criticism?

"With grace of course! Unless it's obvious they have no clue what they're talking about - then it's best to just ignore them really."

{{Yumi you liar you pitch a fit - especially if it's your mother}}

Eyes: What has changed from how you see the world now and how you saw it 5 years ago?

"Hmmm. A lot, I hope. Five years ago I had not yet travelled at all, hadn't found a job and hadn't repaired my relationship with either parent. Now I see things aren't always as they seem, especially with people, and that sometimes and outside perspective is the best."

Feet: Can you dance well?

"Oh, well that's an interesting question - the answer is better than most, not as well as I could. You see, my father owns a dance studio and when I was younger I took ballet, but most of my dance education was more traditional - Noh Mai and Odori. I stopped when I was fifteen for...petty reasons, actually, but I'm still quite good on my feet and have since mastered a few waltzes and a foxtrot."

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Arms: How do you feel about children, do you want some of your own (or more if you already have some)?

Birth marks: Do you have a favourite tale?

Freckles: If you could, what would you change about your body?

Brain: What is something you want to master before you die?

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Negatives Don't Pay {Open}

Yumichika set down the latest back of prints, pursing his lips as he looked them over. They were not quite right, sadly, as he rather liked the idea behind them. Huffing he picked the five photos up and threw them rather haphazardly into the recycling. A shame he wouldn't be able to recreate those, they'd been from his brief vacation in Norway. Sighing he draped himself across the work table, pouting and putting his chin delicately on his hand.

What to do.

That had been the last of the photographs to be printed and culled as necessary. He'd had a seven month backlog that had taken him the better part of a month to get through. Now, he was bored.

No sooner had the thought hit when the bell above the door - an instillation from the last renter, actually - rang. Yumichika perked up, turning to look over the balcony that was the upper half of the studio.

"Hello," he called down to the person - or maybe people - had entered. "Welcome to Rui'iro Photography," he called down, "I'll be with you in a moment." Resisting the urge to run down the stairs - he was so, so bored - he nonethless made his way down posthaste.

"My utmost apologies for that," he said, "I am Ayasegawa Yumichika, the proprietor and photographer." 

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Sisyphean {Yumichika+Kahoko}

[peaceful-violinist]

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Kahoko couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at his polite attempt to make her feel less dismayed at her lack of height. It was rather nice of him to do so and she couldn’t deny the accuracy of his words. Her eyes sparkled with slight mischief as she took another sip of her chai coffee before responding in an attempted solemn tone.

"True enough, plus I don’t have to duck under branches and worry about my hair getting mussed up."

“Music. Lovely. I myself never had much - talent for instruments, or kami-sama forbid singing, but I appreciate it very much.”

As surprised as she was at his sudden enthusiastic response to her claim at being musically proficient, she was delighted at the same time. It was always pleasant discovering someone who had an interest in the area you felt most passionate about and so her next words just about slipped out of their own accord.

"I play in the central park quite frequently if you’re ever in the vicinity and feel like listening."

Perhaps that had been somewhat forward of her but it was too late to retract the indirect invitation now. Taking another sip of her coffee, she patiently waited for the answer to her question and leaned forward slightly interest when he started speaking once more.

“Well. I am a photographer by trade and model by accident of luck,”

A photographer…

Well, that sure was interesting although she wasn’t all that surprised that he was a model considering that he was a rather attractive male specimen. 

"What kind of photography do you do? People? Still life? Scenery?"

The field of photography was a broad one and was an art of its own, for just like a dish prepared by different people with the same ingredients tasted differently so did a photo of the same thing appear different when taken by different people.

 “I am also a wanderer, for the most part. It doesn’t sound like much of a job description but I feel it is - all that packing and unpacking has to count for something.”

It seemed the man in front of her was quite accomplished in many aspects and she couldn’t help feel a little envious of his travels. The only places she had ever been were her home town and Nox. Her lips quirked into an amused smile as she momentarily imagined him lugging a ton of boxes around. She could sympathise though, packing and unpacking were both rather tedious tasks.

 “Do you travel much, Hino-san?”

Swirling the remnants of her cup around before taking another sip, she finally looked up with a wistful smile on her face.

"Unfortunately not, but one day I plan to…"

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Yumichika smiled at the look in Kahoko's eyes, not so meek as she seemed. They sparkled with an underlying amusement and sense of fun, something he considered very important. Just because Yumichika considered looks to be high priority did not mean they were, despite rumours, his only priority.

"True enough, plus I don’t have to duck under branches and worry about my hair getting mussed up."

"Wise words," he agreed, keeping his face faux-sombre to fit his words. "Wise words indeed." Switching back to his more natural, light tone he added, "the park is not at all far from my studio, I'll stop by when I can and see if I can catch you." Seeing as he was his own boss, it wouldn't be too hard.

Still, he was genuinely interested in her music, as she seemed to be in him, so he asked, "what sort of music do you play? Do you compose your own?" Yumichika had no clue how hard it was to do so, but he suspected it was very difficult. Kahoko seemed like a smart young lady, though, so he didn't think it remiss to ask.

"What kind of photography do you do? People? Still life? Scenery?"

"I call myself eclectic," he said. "I tend to switch between nature shots - water and skyscapes are the bulk of my portfolio, and people. Those tend to be more abstract, fashion type pieces." He smiled, "I like contrast, you see, in all things." He noticed she hadn't asked about the modelling.

It was just as well, modelling was a mixture of good luck, better genes and standing around letting hoards of people assume you didn't believe in food and had the higher thinking capacities of a rodent. Yumichika knew a woman from South Africa with a double major in economics and business and a masters in biological anthropology, but people tended to make the joke she looked 'dumb'.

Honestly.

He shook himself out of his reverie, noting the wistful smile on her face. "Your chance will come," he said, "though sometimes it's hard to take." He debated what he was about to say, "I was terrified of leaving Japan at first. I landed in Paris and upon realizing I barely spoke the language and that there was no one waiting for me almost hoped back onto the first plane home." He chuckled at the memory. "Luckily for both my future and my pride I did not."

He took a sip of his drink before adding, "where would you like to go, exactly?"

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PSA

OOC:

Just in case anyone didn't get the notice last few times; Shikamaru (previously shadowofbrilliance) is now shadowstratagems and he is no longer one of us - he's with a different group and though it's not closed it is canon - so he can't play with you wonderful non-Naruto folks.

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Shine Forth {Open}

[prosecutingprincess]

Christmas had passed. It had been a boring Christmas for Franziska and she was glad to see the back of it. New year’s was approaching and winter had just begun and altogether it was looking to be a dreary few months.

For about the fifth time since her arrival, Franziska had neglected to buy shopping at the scheduled time and opened her fridge one evening to find it empty. Reluctantly she donned her coat, scarf and hat, grabbed her bag from the kitchen counter and ventured into the darkened streets of Nox.

The supermarket near her apartment had knocked down a lot of its food prices in the Christmas aftermath and Franziska managed to pick up a week’s worth of shopping for a lot less than usual.

She exited the supermarket and stood for a moment. The crowds moved by hair and bumped into her but she paid little attention to their movements. The sky above was devoid of light, aside from the sliver of moon that presided over twilight hours. In the centre of a city this big you couldn’t see the stars.

Music snapped Franziska back from her reverie and she looked to see a group of carol singers standing on the opposite side of the street. They were good at what they did and Franziska crossed to listen more closely. The song came to a close and someone bumped into Franziska. Her expression darkened and she turned to give out a reprimand.

"Talent? Ah, yes, I suppose they are quite talented," She said. "Although I do feel that their ability to hit certain notes is somewhat…unreliable."

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"Unreliable, hmm?" Yumichika did not claim a great ear, for all he enjoyed music. "I will have to take your word for it, my artistic talents lie not in music, as you've no doubt guessed."

He offered his hand with a smile, "Ayasegawa Yumichika," he said, "I am terribly sorry for bumping into you." He eyed her, she was very pretty in a prim, almost harsh but without being matronly. It was quite the look, actually. "But there are far less lovely people to have bumped into," he smiled again. "Could I tempt you to some tea, as an extended apology?"

It was a long shot, but the idea of going home right now didn't appeal and Yumichika enjoyed company.

[chertyashka]

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by Ze-RoFruits

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Sisyphean {Yumichika+Kahoko}

[peaceful-violinist]

Kahoko smiled in mild amusement, finding it hard to believe that this elegant man who seemed so composed was ever able to be pushed around. He simply exuded an aura of confidence and poise that made it impossible to think that he did anything less than seize control of a room the moment he stepped in it.

"At least you grew though…"

It was something she couldn’t say for herself, knowing that she had reached the optimum level of her height a year or two ago. Kahoko was more or less doomed to be short forever.

"And I’m glad you agree with me. It would be rather embarrassing otherwise. It’s my pleasure to join you"

She gave a friendly grin in response to his, finding him surprisingly easy to get along with. Taking another sip of her chai coffee, she suddenly became aware he was looking rather intently at her. It was somewhat unnerving to have him perusing her appearance once more, especially since his scrutiny seemed more in depth than at first.

"If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for a living?"

Oh…

Not at all the question she had been expecting, considering he seemed interested in her hair which she knew wasn’t a common shade. She had been asked by a few others in the past whether she had ever dyed it and was occasionally met with scepticism when she revealed that it was natural. Nonetheless, it was a question she didn’t mind answering as the key to getting to know someone better was always to be willing to exchange about yourself first. 

"I’m actually studying at Valencia at present, I play the violin. I also have a part time job at the bookstore. If I may return the same question, what to you do for a living Ayasegawa-san?”

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Yumichika smiled at her obvious envy of his tiny amount of garnered height. "At least a touch," he agreed, smiling gently at her. She was sweet, he decided. Probably quite gentle, but no doubt there was a backbone of steel in there - there always was, he found. "But I find being less vertically..ahem...endowed, than some is not so bad," he added, "people tend to underestimate you." Just like they did if you were pretty, or in the arts. Yumichika knew all about being underestimated and making people pay for it.

Her answer to his question delighted her, however. "Music," he said, perking up. "Lovely. I myself never had much -" well any, "talent for instruments, or kami-sama forbid singing, but I appreciate it very much." Her part time work at a bookstore was less interesting, even Yumichika had picked up such jobs in his life. At least no one grabbed your ass in bookstores.

The fact she asked the same question of him was no surprise, and he hummed a little as he took a sip, delaying his answer only by a second or two. "Well," he said, "I am a photographer by trade and model by accident of luck," the luck being excellent genetics and natural charisma, of course. "I am also a wandered, for the most part. It doesn't sound like much of a job description but I feel it is - all that packing and unpacking has to count for something."

He smiled at her over the rim of his mug. "Do you travel much, Hino-san?"

[fatedpromisesrpg]

hello, this is charlotte here. firstly, i’d like to thank everyone for being so patient. the number of dropped muses is a little disheartening, but i think it’s mainly because we haven’t been receiving any new applications to fill in the gaps.

as such, tater and i have decided we will be taking…

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{{ooc: thanks guys! I was getting ready to do this myself so if you ever need help just fire an ask my way and I'll do my part to step up}}

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OOC

{{OK straight up, does ANYONE know where the mods/admins went?}}

[inboxideas]

Put a song in my ask. I'll listen to it and come up with an AU to match it.

No obligation to write it out just a little synopsis of like a music video for it or what you’d find on the back cover of a book.

[justjive]

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Shine Forth {Open}

Yumichika walked down the well lit side walks. He liked the Christmas season for it's light displays and tree decorations. Smiling a little as he took a sip of his tea - not coffee surprise surprise - and looking at the various light displays. He was content to walk around in Nox's down town, ignoring the cold in favour beauty. Shame they did not always decorate like this, it spruced up the grey of concrete.

A noise caught his attention and he looked over across the street - carollers. He stopped, considering crossing to listen, watching them with his head slightly tilted. They were, he thought, quite good, and with that in mind he decided to brave the few cars on the road.

Crossing quickly he lingered on the edge of the small crowd listening to them, admiring their dedication. It was bitterly cold out and they did not have the benefit of a hot beverage with them. Clapping politely when they ended he turned - and almost bumped into someone. "Apologies," he said, even though they had not actually collided. "I was distracted by their talent."

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Sisyphean {Yumichika+Kahoko}

[peaceful-violinist]

Kahoko couldn’t help but blush slightly at the compliment, it wasn’t every day that someone called her beautiful after all as personally she didn’t find anything all that outstanding about her appearance although she wouldn’t particularly call herself plain looking either. She debated returning the compliment as the other wasn’t too shabby in the looks department himself though she didn’t want to come across as too forward.

 “Just my luck, I loath crowds. All that jostling - it messes up my hair.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile at his comment, feeling the same displeasure towards teaming masses of people. Not quite for the same reason though as she didn’t particularly mind the state of her hair though it generally maintained it’s usual look no matter how much she was bustled about… funnily enough.

"I’m not too fond of crowds either but mainly because I have the tendency to get sent flying, either that or random limbs assault and batter me…"

A shudder was suppressed as she briefly imagined the crowd she often encountered in the shopping district on her way to and from work as well as all the bruises she had sustained in the process, it was not a fond memory.

“The clientèle is good company at least.”

Ah…

It seemed he had complimented her yet again and this time she felt bold enough to reciprocate because she really was glad to have company instead of people watch by her lonesome.

"I agree, thank you for joining me."

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Yumichika offered her a smile at her complaint about pushy crowds. "I had that problem for the longest time," he said, remembering his upper secondary days. "I was even shorter as a teen. I didn't grow at all until I was probably 18," he admitted.Giving people pointless tidbits like that made them feel like you were actually revealing facts about yourself. It was an art form.

"And I'm glad you agree with me," he took a sip of his coffee. "It would be rather embarrassing otherwise. It's my pleasure to join you" Smiling a little at her honesty he studied her. Not the best put together person in the world, but hardly a slob, she had the air of a creative about her. Not to mention he could swear he'd seen that hair before - it wasn't exactly a common colour.

"If you don't mind me asking, what do you do for a living?" he asked. She seemed oddly familiar, as if he'd seen her at one of the various arts festivals around Nox at some point. Or maybe they had just past in the streets - Nox could feel awfully small for such a large city.

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{{ooc: just a reminder; please unfollow

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he is no longer affiliated with FPRP}}

[betweenbeatriceandbaudelaire]

I just love this ,it’s perfect.

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Snapshot || Yumichika and Yogi

[praeteritusmemoir-deactivated20]

❊—}} Well, it was such a nice day; it would be a shame if Yogi would just stay inside his house the whole day watching T.V. just because it was his day off in both the headquarters and the sweets shop, so now Yogi walked around the city aimlessly. A walk wasn’t so bad every now and then, and sometimes Yogi found himself in places he hadn’t been to. It was like an adventure to him.

After hours of aimlessly walking around, however, Yogi decided he should go and take a rest. A stop in a coffee-house for a frappé sounded nice, so Yogi was headed for the nearest coffee-house he could find. It didn’t take him that long to find one. It wasn’t that crowded, thankfully. As much as Yogi liked to talk, places that are crowded weren’t really his thing. Usually, coffee-houses were the place where Yogi found himself really relaxed.

Approaching the coffee-house, yogi saw that there were also tables for customers outside the said coffee-house. Cool, Yogi thought. He could take one of the tables there so he could enjoy the fresh air outside. Just as he was thinking that, a small ball bounced in front of him, crossing the street and rolling towards a small flock of birds—Blue Jays, Yogi supposed—and stopping exactly before the said flock of birds notice it was there. Yogi blinked at the ball for a few seconds, until he felt a weak tug on his shirt. A kid with his big, blue eyes stared up at Yogi before saying, “Mister, can you get that ball? Mummy said I’m not allowed to cross the street before she let me out and play.”

"Oh, of course!" Yogi smiled at the boy before kneeling and ruffling his hair. "Stay here, m’right? I’m getting your ball for you~"

Getting the ball didn’t take so long, though while he was picking the ball up, the small flock of birds ended up flying away, easily noticing the blond’s presence. Yogi twirled the ball on one finger, examining it as it rotated on his finger. It was a small basketball, and well, Yogi supposed little children really were supposed to play with balls like this. Standing up, Yogi was about to go back to the boy when someone called for his attention.

“Excuse me—”

Yogi turned to where the voice had come from, wondering if it really was him that the stranger was calling. Softly curved eyebrows raised at the stranger’s calling. Yogi’s confusion was easily cleared, however.

“Yes you - could I have a word?”

"Eh?" Yogi pointed his index finger at himself. "Um, why?" He looked at the small basketball he was holding, then at the boy on the other side of the street, then back at the stranger. "Uh, I’m not stealing the ball…"

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Yumichika barely spared a glance toward the ball - it wasn't his so he didn't care what the man was doing with it. "Good for you," he said a little flippantly. His head was pounding. "But I don't care either way. I need to talk to you about something." He eyed the small child waiting expectantly across the street. "Though I suppose you should return that first," he said.

Realizing he was being quite rude - and that such a thing could be very counter-productive Yumichika ran a hand through his short hair. "I'm sorry," he said, though he hated apologizing. "I am Ayasegawa Yumichika," he surveyed the man before him. Tousled hair, kind eyes, and probably a few years younger than Yumichika himself, he looked amiable, at least.

"I'm a photographer. you wandered into one of my shots." Okay, so that sounded more accusatory than proper. "Which is a problem because I sell my pieces, you see." He waited to see if the man would follow, or if he'd need to spell it out for him.