Ruka Minazuki | 水無月 流歌 (
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1st Log | OTA
WHO: Ruka & you!
WHERE: Around
WHAT: Ruka getting her bearings, picking up mask pieces, playing piano
WARNINGS: Ummm minor hand injuries
A. Bathhouse
Ruka couldn't say she was used to this-- she knows she used to live with a lot of other people once upon a time for a short while, but she had no memory of it, really. As such, she's not sure what to do about the fact she's living....above a bathhouse. With a bunch of guys. She's at least thankful the bathing areas are separate, as she spends quite a bit of time in the women's section, just meditating and thinking.
So Ruka can be found either in the bath by other women (or men sneaking in maybe), or by anyone coming in (or housemates) cleaning up the place or nervously greeting someone who comes in like they might be a customer.
B. Masks
It's incredibly unnerving to find these mask pieces hanging around. The features on them as disturbingly familiar, itching at her brain but unable to connect. A piece could be found anywhere-- Around the bathhouse, out in the streets, in any other location. Ruka, with her brow furrowed in concentration and unease, observes the piece before she'll take out the other connected pieces of the mask to pick up this new piece.
It's slippery, though, falling from her fingers and slicing along them. Ruka yelps in pain and withdraws, curling her fingers into a fist to stem the blood that pools there. The mouth of the mask she's collected starts laughing hysterically. Ruka stares passively down at her bloodied hand, sighing deeply.
C. Memories
When Ruka's not being terrorized by the mask pieces, she can be found sitting somewhere that she believes doesn't get much foot traffic (or at home at the bathhouse when she thinks she's alone) with her notebook, an old book opened up beside her. An old tape recorder might also be speaking from next to her, a little girl's voice speaking from it while Ruka takes notes and transcribing the conversation.
WHERE: Around
WHAT: Ruka getting her bearings, picking up mask pieces, playing piano
WARNINGS: Ummm minor hand injuries
A. Bathhouse
Ruka couldn't say she was used to this-- she knows she used to live with a lot of other people once upon a time for a short while, but she had no memory of it, really. As such, she's not sure what to do about the fact she's living....above a bathhouse. With a bunch of guys. She's at least thankful the bathing areas are separate, as she spends quite a bit of time in the women's section, just meditating and thinking.
So Ruka can be found either in the bath by other women (or men sneaking in maybe), or by anyone coming in (or housemates) cleaning up the place or nervously greeting someone who comes in like they might be a customer.
B. Masks
It's incredibly unnerving to find these mask pieces hanging around. The features on them as disturbingly familiar, itching at her brain but unable to connect. A piece could be found anywhere-- Around the bathhouse, out in the streets, in any other location. Ruka, with her brow furrowed in concentration and unease, observes the piece before she'll take out the other connected pieces of the mask to pick up this new piece.
It's slippery, though, falling from her fingers and slicing along them. Ruka yelps in pain and withdraws, curling her fingers into a fist to stem the blood that pools there. The mouth of the mask she's collected starts laughing hysterically. Ruka stares passively down at her bloodied hand, sighing deeply.
C. Memories
When Ruka's not being terrorized by the mask pieces, she can be found sitting somewhere that she believes doesn't get much foot traffic (or at home at the bathhouse when she thinks she's alone) with her notebook, an old book opened up beside her. An old tape recorder might also be speaking from next to her, a little girl's voice speaking from it while Ruka takes notes and transcribing the conversation.