[Maybe this was a bad idea - Chuuya can't help but shiver, either at the chilly reception or the feeling of being watched. But he's gone through with it, and he doesn't think he was wrong.]
Kind of figured you wouldn't want to be bothered. By me anyway.
Oh, no, don't be silly. I want to see you more than anything.
[The god--or goddess, rather, as her voice is pretty plainly feminine--spins around and folds her hands behind her back, leaning against the mirror as she looks at Chuuya.]
How else am I supposed to have a fair swing at getting you to stay? I did want you, after all.
You'll forgive me if I save it for later. I can't take my mask off out here.
[She sighs, a disheartened sound that accompanies the sagging of her shoulders. The chill starts to fade, accusatory stance melting into one of hopelessness.]
So it's really that simple? You're just going throw me out like trash?
Under the circumstances, it was the best way we had to start. You should have seen us all, chomping like piranhas, anxious for even a single taste.
[Not the most pleasant imagery, but she doesn't seem to notice.]
Anyway, this sort of thing shouldn't ever be happening again, so it's a moot point. Will you at least talk with me for awhile before you do anything rash? Maybe when you get to know me, you'll like me more than you think.
[One of the art movements that most influenced Chuuya when he was just finding his own style. The anti-war, anti-logic, anti-art. A rejection of the sensibilities that had led to so many useless deaths. The collages, sound poems, the readymades - the people who would argue that a urinal turned on its back and signed is an art piece, or at least a Dada art piece.
Chuuya was never a Dada artist, but he admired them in both philosophy and technique.]
I've always felt that artwork is at its finest when it embraces the freedom of chaos. Controlled creativity can fall into formulaic tropes. There's still a mastery that can be gained over these, and it takes still, but isn't it exhilarating to embrace the lawlessness of unconventionality?
[There's an instant where Disorder's fingers tense into claws as they glide against the glass, causing the delicate surface to warble, but she composes herself with a soft intake of breath.]
Oh.
[Someone's apparently got some Opinions on the matter.]
You know how they say you should never meet your heroes? I'd hate to see you so let down.
It's only that I wish you'd picked anyone else to idolize. Anyone else at all. You see, this Sincerity, I hate to be rude, isn't exactly a paragon of honesty.
[She brushes her palms together as if trying to get rid of a speck of dust.]
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Kind of figured you wouldn't want to be bothered. By me anyway.
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[The god--or goddess, rather, as her voice is pretty plainly feminine--spins around and folds her hands behind her back, leaning against the mirror as she looks at Chuuya.]
How else am I supposed to have a fair swing at getting you to stay? I did want you, after all.
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[There's not a lot Disorder could offer, he thinks. Not something that would keep him now.]
Just thought I'd send you some apology sake before I go.
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[She sighs, a disheartened sound that accompanies the sagging of her shoulders. The chill starts to fade, accusatory stance melting into one of hopelessness.]
So it's really that simple? You're just going throw me out like trash?
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[but yeah more or less]
You should think about revamping the three offers system, you'd get less cases like this if we had all our options right at the start.
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[Not the most pleasant imagery, but she doesn't seem to notice.]
Anyway, this sort of thing shouldn't ever be happening again, so it's a moot point. Will you at least talk with me for awhile before you do anything rash? Maybe when you get to know me, you'll like me more than you think.
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Nothing wrong with that, I guess. Normally I'd offer to drink together, but I get why that's no good.
[he hopes she appreciates the sake later, though...!]
You know why I picked you over the other two? -I've got no idea how much you do and don't know already.
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[One of the art movements that most influenced Chuuya when he was just finding his own style. The anti-war, anti-logic, anti-art. A rejection of the sensibilities that had led to so many useless deaths. The collages, sound poems, the readymades - the people who would argue that a urinal turned on its back and signed is an art piece, or at least a Dada art piece.
Chuuya was never a Dada artist, but he admired them in both philosophy and technique.]
I do still like that part.
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[Disorder steps closer.]
I've read your poetry. I think you're inspired.
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[assuming that this happens before patience's poetry judging anyway
The accusing aura is gone, so Chuuya doesn't step back or anything.]
Some people need restraints to inspire their creativity, but I've never needed a crutch.
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[There's a lilt to her voice that suggests she's smiling as she continues.]
Now you can call your poetry divine. A nice feather to add to your hat, wouldn't you say?
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[It'll fit in with the museum, the awards named after him, the being taught in schools, etc.]
Too bad I don't think anyone at home will believe it.
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[What matters is what you know, and everyone else can bite it.]
Oh, while I'm thinking about it--what inspired your look? I'm, like, really into your whole aesthetic.
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[do you know how many fictional chuuyas have hats
not 100% of them, which shocks me]
The cape's inspired by Miyazawa-sensei. The only poet I'd ever call greater than myself.
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[Laughing sweetly, she looks down the hall.]
Just standing here feels weird. Do you want to walk with me? I'll let you ask me anything you want.
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[There's probably no chance of him going back to his routine of daily walks around town, but it's nice to stretch his legs some.]
Goddesses first?
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[Disorder turns and saunters forward, running a hand along the mirrored wall as she leads the way.]
Can I ask you where you're planning on going? I mean, who you're planning on going to.
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[Of course it's them. He's known it pretty much since he saw their name on the list, although he did give it a good hour to think it over.
Sincerity. It's not something he's good at when he talks, but when he writes it's one of his strengths.]
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Oh.
[Someone's apparently got some Opinions on the matter.]
You know how they say you should never meet your heroes? I'd hate to see you so let down.
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Meeting my heroes has worked out fine for me before.
[Miyazawa Kenji was considerably younger than he expected, but being praised by him was wonderful, so he's happy there.]
I did say I didn't want to get your hopes up.
[About him choosing anyone Disorder even likes, if he didn't choose Disorder.]
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[She brushes her palms together as if trying to get rid of a speck of dust.]
Well, you'll see for yourself.
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[maybe they just said some things disorder didn't like to admit]
Lying is easy. Not getting caught is the hard part, especially if you're trying to fool gods.
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[Because you're a smart cookie, Chuuya.]
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Then we're even more similar than I thought. Thanks for the advice.
[this is the opposite of what disorder wanted]
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