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[Log] Small Sun in the Waters
Characters: Irie Kanata & Fuji Shuusuke
Location: Lakeside
Time: October 10th
Rating: G
Summary: Smiley #1 and Smiley #2. What could go wrong? ... Yeah.
Fuji was looking at the school upside down. In fact, it was not he who was reversed but the building, reflected in the sparkling lake water. With the fall breeze in the air, the image was continually being disturbed by rain droplets, leaves and stray gusts of wind leading to a myriad of versions all of which Fuji was trying to capture on his camera. He was intending to call the collection “broken dreams.” Somehow, he thought the title would be popular.
A fellow classmate and yearmate to Fuji sat in a marooned little rowboat, fingers dancing over the keys of his saxophone as he played a slow but still somewhat cheerful melody. The humidity from the lake made his already curly hair heavy but even more curly, and his glasses were slightly fogged over. He glanced over at Fuji and smiled around the mouthpiece. The famous cactus obsessed... Well, Fuji had many names. Irie decided to settle on illusionist. Seemed like the best option.
Fuji looked up as he approached the shoreline and spotted the shipwrecked musician. That explained the source of the music, which he had been putting down to noise carrying from the practice rooms up at the school. Fuji returned his smile and lifted his camera, “May I take your picture?”
"Looking like this?" Irie lowered the sax and thought for a moment. "Sure, why not?" He smiled, head dipped to the side. "Want me to keep playing?"
“Please do.” Fuji put down his tripod and changed the lens on his camera. The idea he had for this shot was to keep Irie’s fingers in focus as they ran over his instrument, but blend the rest out. He positioned his camera, lining up the shot carefully before taking a series of fast snaps. “Do you mind if I change the lens and try another set?”
"I don't think I'm terribly photogenic, to be honest, but do go ahead. If you don't mind, I'll just continue to play." Another quick smile, and then, said and done. He didn't feel uncomfortable with the attention, which was good, his mind supplied to him, as a budding actor couldn't be camera shy. That wouldn't be very good for business...
Pleased, Fuji tried a different lens on his set-up. This one was wide-angle, taking in both Irie and his reflection in the water. That done, he sat down on the grass, listening to the other student play.
After a while, Irie stopped, lowering his arms that held the saxophone so that they rested in his lap. He turned his face upwards, towards the sky, eyes closed. "If you listen closely," he said softly, "you can almost hear the melody echoing between the mountains. If you ask me... Mother Nature appreciates art... Be it either music or photography. I think she's glad you took those shots, Fuji-kun."
Fuji looked up at the sky and thought ….
…. I should have brought the filter for my lens.
Maybe not exactly where Irie was going, but it was close. He looked across at his classmate. “Would you like to see the pictures I took?” It seemed only fair after the other teen had agreed to it.
"Only if you care to show them before they're developed or you've had time to fine tune them. I know what it's like to show someone incomplete art." He shrugged. "Wouldn't want to impose."
Fuji stood up and came over to Irie’s marooned location. “Actually, I like seeing the raws,” he said. “Sometimes I find the complete version overprocessed.” He turned the camera around so that Irie could see the small screen, flicking to his favourite one of the set, where only Irie’s fingers as they ran along the sax’s keys were sharp.
"I love that blur effect," Irie breathed, sounding honestly awed. "You're really good. You should see me trying to take photos, it's cut off faces and awkward angles all over the place." He giggled. "I'd show you, but ah... I don't have a cellphone right now..."
Fuji smiled. “Some of the best photos are taken on a cellphone and have cut-off face. The artist’s eye is more important than the equipment.” He looked at Irie and hesitated. “Would you be willing to try an experiment?”
Irie chewed on his lower lip, thoughtful. "Mm. Sure, why not. What is it?"
Fuji showed him the reflection shots he’d been taking. “I was wondering what would happen if you phased your hand while it was touching the water. Is that easy to do?” Fuji did not want to put Irie to a lot of trouble, but he suspected the effect would be interesting.
"Oh! I have no idea, but it sounds interesting~" Irie grinned. "Let's give it a go~ Let's just hope I can focus..." His power felt so random at times; when he wanted it to work, it wouldn't, and when he needed it the least, it worked far too good. But... He knew he had to try, as he wanted to see the result as well. He walked up to the water, and into it, until he was ankle high in it, shoes and socks and pants be damned. He squatted down - not far enough so that the water would wet his butt though - and reached his hand into the water, not much more than dipping his finger tips into it. "Are you ready?"
“Just a moment,” Fuji smiled at his enthusiasm and went back to claim his tripod. If Irie managed it, the effect would be so strange that the photo would need to be completely free of wobble to be remotely believable. He put the stand down and fixed his camera back to its top. “Now I’m ready whenever you are.”
"Okay," Irie chirped and drew a deep breath. He tapped into the power and felt that odd sensation when another material's atoms blended with his own, passed beside his own, rather. The water surface rippled and both the water and his hand seemed to blur. "How's that?" He asked Fuji, attention straying for a moment as he glanced over at the photographer. And, maybe he shouldn't have done that.
While waiting for the reply, he brought his attention back to his hand in the water, and started to focus on mending his molecules back together. … And it was like grasping for water, or even mist. He couldn't get a proper mental image of how to move his hand back together again, because everything was water, stretching out and out and out. "..." He couldn't help the gasp that escaped him, color draining from his face.
Fuji was snapping in rapid succession when something went wrong. Irie’s expression changed from cheerful satisfaction to raw panic. Actually, it made rather a good picture and Fuji snapped the shutter before realising that the scene unfolding wasn’t just in his view finder. Stepping around his tripod, he ran to the lake edge.
“Irie!” he said sharply. “Tell me what you need to do.”
"I... I don't know! I don't know!" It felt cold, like the water was more a part of his body, his arm, than the actual flesh and bone molecules that ought to be there. "Ryuuzaki-sensei knows what to do. She... She's helped me before. I..." Calm down, calm down...!
Fuji stared down at the hand-becoming-water. “Irie, you need to remember what your hand feels like,” he guessed. “Feel for your fingers!”
Irie blinked at Fuji as if he didn't quite understand what he was saying. "Eh?" A hand was a hand, no more, no less. In his panicked state, he couldn't quite wrap his head around what Fuji was suggesting. Calm down calm down calm down... A few deep breaths... He felt the cold spreading up in his arm, the part of it which was still solid flesh. And that... That actually served as a reminder. Solid. Bones. Muscles. Blood veins. Skin. His hand, his hand that held the saxophone, his hand that did all the things a hand was supposed to do. Focus... And he could feel how the water sort of pushed out from him, bone cells and muscle cells re-attaching themselves, and after what seemed like an eternity, his hand was back, solidified. Breathing a deep sigh of relief, Irie went down on his knees in the cold water, still completely dazed.
Fuji also exhaled in some relief. If his suggestion had not worked, the next course of action would have been to slap Irie, and really this year-mate was low down his list for such attentions. He sat on the grass and looked at the still white Irie. “Does that happen to you frequently?” he asked.
Still in the water, lips slowly turning blue, Irie shook his head. "No, not like this. It's mostly... When I lose control, you know? It's mostly that I phase through random things that I shouldn't be phasing through. I've only experienced something like this once before." He gave a quivering smile. "Ryuuzaki-sensei was with me. She helped. So... Uh. Yeah. But... Now I know I can help myself if this were to happen again. That's a good thing." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head with his now solid hand. "I hope I didn't ruin your picture any?"
Fuji smiled, “‘Boy dissolves into water’ - it will be my masterpiece shot.” He stood and dusted down his clothes before holding out his hand. “You should probably come out of the water.”
"You'll share some of the profit with Water Boy, I hope," Irie grinned between chattering teeth. He took Fuji's hand into his, delighting in the warmth of it, as his own hand was horribly cold at the moment, and allowed the illusionist to pull him to his feet. As he waded up from the lake, water flowed down in cascades and his shoes made quippy, squeaky sounds each time he moved. "I'm the monster from the lagooooooooooooon~!"
Fuji chuckled and concluded Irie was probably one of the silliest people at this school. As he helped the other teen clear of the lake, he considered Irie’s problem. “Do you lose control when something distracts you?” he asked. “Perhaps we could practice so you can get back to yourself more quickly.”
He nodded. "That's definitely the biggest part of the problem... I think. And..." He grinned goofily. "I guess I wou--wouldn't mind practicing, b-but... C-cold. I want s-some dry clothes and hot cocoa b-before I do anything else." He awkwardly danced around on the spot, trying to regain some warmth.
“That’s not something I can help with here,” Fuji admitted. Unless it was to scare Irie so badly he ran up to the school. “Let’s go inside.”
Pleased with the suggestion, Irie picked up his saxophone and carefully placed it back in his case and locked it up. After swinging it over his shoulder, he waited for Fuji to gather his belongings up, and then started towards the school building.
Fuji followed behind, looking at the pictures on his camera. Surprisingly profitable. Perhaps he should encourage near-death experiences more often. It was great for the art.
Location: Lakeside
Time: October 10th
Rating: G
Summary: Smiley #1 and Smiley #2. What could go wrong? ... Yeah.
Fuji was looking at the school upside down. In fact, it was not he who was reversed but the building, reflected in the sparkling lake water. With the fall breeze in the air, the image was continually being disturbed by rain droplets, leaves and stray gusts of wind leading to a myriad of versions all of which Fuji was trying to capture on his camera. He was intending to call the collection “broken dreams.” Somehow, he thought the title would be popular.
A fellow classmate and yearmate to Fuji sat in a marooned little rowboat, fingers dancing over the keys of his saxophone as he played a slow but still somewhat cheerful melody. The humidity from the lake made his already curly hair heavy but even more curly, and his glasses were slightly fogged over. He glanced over at Fuji and smiled around the mouthpiece. The famous cactus obsessed... Well, Fuji had many names. Irie decided to settle on illusionist. Seemed like the best option.
Fuji looked up as he approached the shoreline and spotted the shipwrecked musician. That explained the source of the music, which he had been putting down to noise carrying from the practice rooms up at the school. Fuji returned his smile and lifted his camera, “May I take your picture?”
"Looking like this?" Irie lowered the sax and thought for a moment. "Sure, why not?" He smiled, head dipped to the side. "Want me to keep playing?"
“Please do.” Fuji put down his tripod and changed the lens on his camera. The idea he had for this shot was to keep Irie’s fingers in focus as they ran over his instrument, but blend the rest out. He positioned his camera, lining up the shot carefully before taking a series of fast snaps. “Do you mind if I change the lens and try another set?”
"I don't think I'm terribly photogenic, to be honest, but do go ahead. If you don't mind, I'll just continue to play." Another quick smile, and then, said and done. He didn't feel uncomfortable with the attention, which was good, his mind supplied to him, as a budding actor couldn't be camera shy. That wouldn't be very good for business...
Pleased, Fuji tried a different lens on his set-up. This one was wide-angle, taking in both Irie and his reflection in the water. That done, he sat down on the grass, listening to the other student play.
After a while, Irie stopped, lowering his arms that held the saxophone so that they rested in his lap. He turned his face upwards, towards the sky, eyes closed. "If you listen closely," he said softly, "you can almost hear the melody echoing between the mountains. If you ask me... Mother Nature appreciates art... Be it either music or photography. I think she's glad you took those shots, Fuji-kun."
Fuji looked up at the sky and thought ….
…. I should have brought the filter for my lens.
Maybe not exactly where Irie was going, but it was close. He looked across at his classmate. “Would you like to see the pictures I took?” It seemed only fair after the other teen had agreed to it.
"Only if you care to show them before they're developed or you've had time to fine tune them. I know what it's like to show someone incomplete art." He shrugged. "Wouldn't want to impose."
Fuji stood up and came over to Irie’s marooned location. “Actually, I like seeing the raws,” he said. “Sometimes I find the complete version overprocessed.” He turned the camera around so that Irie could see the small screen, flicking to his favourite one of the set, where only Irie’s fingers as they ran along the sax’s keys were sharp.
"I love that blur effect," Irie breathed, sounding honestly awed. "You're really good. You should see me trying to take photos, it's cut off faces and awkward angles all over the place." He giggled. "I'd show you, but ah... I don't have a cellphone right now..."
Fuji smiled. “Some of the best photos are taken on a cellphone and have cut-off face. The artist’s eye is more important than the equipment.” He looked at Irie and hesitated. “Would you be willing to try an experiment?”
Irie chewed on his lower lip, thoughtful. "Mm. Sure, why not. What is it?"
Fuji showed him the reflection shots he’d been taking. “I was wondering what would happen if you phased your hand while it was touching the water. Is that easy to do?” Fuji did not want to put Irie to a lot of trouble, but he suspected the effect would be interesting.
"Oh! I have no idea, but it sounds interesting~" Irie grinned. "Let's give it a go~ Let's just hope I can focus..." His power felt so random at times; when he wanted it to work, it wouldn't, and when he needed it the least, it worked far too good. But... He knew he had to try, as he wanted to see the result as well. He walked up to the water, and into it, until he was ankle high in it, shoes and socks and pants be damned. He squatted down - not far enough so that the water would wet his butt though - and reached his hand into the water, not much more than dipping his finger tips into it. "Are you ready?"
“Just a moment,” Fuji smiled at his enthusiasm and went back to claim his tripod. If Irie managed it, the effect would be so strange that the photo would need to be completely free of wobble to be remotely believable. He put the stand down and fixed his camera back to its top. “Now I’m ready whenever you are.”
"Okay," Irie chirped and drew a deep breath. He tapped into the power and felt that odd sensation when another material's atoms blended with his own, passed beside his own, rather. The water surface rippled and both the water and his hand seemed to blur. "How's that?" He asked Fuji, attention straying for a moment as he glanced over at the photographer. And, maybe he shouldn't have done that.
While waiting for the reply, he brought his attention back to his hand in the water, and started to focus on mending his molecules back together. … And it was like grasping for water, or even mist. He couldn't get a proper mental image of how to move his hand back together again, because everything was water, stretching out and out and out. "..." He couldn't help the gasp that escaped him, color draining from his face.
Fuji was snapping in rapid succession when something went wrong. Irie’s expression changed from cheerful satisfaction to raw panic. Actually, it made rather a good picture and Fuji snapped the shutter before realising that the scene unfolding wasn’t just in his view finder. Stepping around his tripod, he ran to the lake edge.
“Irie!” he said sharply. “Tell me what you need to do.”
"I... I don't know! I don't know!" It felt cold, like the water was more a part of his body, his arm, than the actual flesh and bone molecules that ought to be there. "Ryuuzaki-sensei knows what to do. She... She's helped me before. I..." Calm down, calm down...!
Fuji stared down at the hand-becoming-water. “Irie, you need to remember what your hand feels like,” he guessed. “Feel for your fingers!”
Irie blinked at Fuji as if he didn't quite understand what he was saying. "Eh?" A hand was a hand, no more, no less. In his panicked state, he couldn't quite wrap his head around what Fuji was suggesting. Calm down calm down calm down... A few deep breaths... He felt the cold spreading up in his arm, the part of it which was still solid flesh. And that... That actually served as a reminder. Solid. Bones. Muscles. Blood veins. Skin. His hand, his hand that held the saxophone, his hand that did all the things a hand was supposed to do. Focus... And he could feel how the water sort of pushed out from him, bone cells and muscle cells re-attaching themselves, and after what seemed like an eternity, his hand was back, solidified. Breathing a deep sigh of relief, Irie went down on his knees in the cold water, still completely dazed.
Fuji also exhaled in some relief. If his suggestion had not worked, the next course of action would have been to slap Irie, and really this year-mate was low down his list for such attentions. He sat on the grass and looked at the still white Irie. “Does that happen to you frequently?” he asked.
Still in the water, lips slowly turning blue, Irie shook his head. "No, not like this. It's mostly... When I lose control, you know? It's mostly that I phase through random things that I shouldn't be phasing through. I've only experienced something like this once before." He gave a quivering smile. "Ryuuzaki-sensei was with me. She helped. So... Uh. Yeah. But... Now I know I can help myself if this were to happen again. That's a good thing." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head with his now solid hand. "I hope I didn't ruin your picture any?"
Fuji smiled, “‘Boy dissolves into water’ - it will be my masterpiece shot.” He stood and dusted down his clothes before holding out his hand. “You should probably come out of the water.”
"You'll share some of the profit with Water Boy, I hope," Irie grinned between chattering teeth. He took Fuji's hand into his, delighting in the warmth of it, as his own hand was horribly cold at the moment, and allowed the illusionist to pull him to his feet. As he waded up from the lake, water flowed down in cascades and his shoes made quippy, squeaky sounds each time he moved. "I'm the monster from the lagooooooooooooon~!"
Fuji chuckled and concluded Irie was probably one of the silliest people at this school. As he helped the other teen clear of the lake, he considered Irie’s problem. “Do you lose control when something distracts you?” he asked. “Perhaps we could practice so you can get back to yourself more quickly.”
He nodded. "That's definitely the biggest part of the problem... I think. And..." He grinned goofily. "I guess I wou--wouldn't mind practicing, b-but... C-cold. I want s-some dry clothes and hot cocoa b-before I do anything else." He awkwardly danced around on the spot, trying to regain some warmth.
“That’s not something I can help with here,” Fuji admitted. Unless it was to scare Irie so badly he ran up to the school. “Let’s go inside.”
Pleased with the suggestion, Irie picked up his saxophone and carefully placed it back in his case and locked it up. After swinging it over his shoulder, he waited for Fuji to gather his belongings up, and then started towards the school building.
Fuji followed behind, looking at the pictures on his camera. Surprisingly profitable. Perhaps he should encourage near-death experiences more often. It was great for the art.