idealism: (sadness)
I don't suppose anyone here is good at chopping wood? And heaving lifting.

[If anyone thinks that's a loaded question: it definitely is. For a couple of days now he's been working on a campsite, and it's a lot more work - and a lot less fun - than he expected. It's great at keeping his mind off of less pleasant thoughts, however. Working out usually is.]

[Later in the day, he makes a post that he hasn't looked forward to. His little Luceti family has shrunk so much lately. Tsuzuki knows that it's for the best - that going home is good for them - but he still can't help missing them.]

Link's gone home. He's left letters for some people.

I just felt like some people ought to know.
idealism: (child: shy)
[If anyone's out in the woods today, they might run into a rather lost kid. Tsuzuki wasn't caught in the event, instead he was lucky enough to get mallynapped.]

[The result is that he's not entirely sure where he is anymore. He staggers through the woods until he reaches the clearing by the library. The fountain is pretty enough that he forgets to be careful, and slowly walks out towards it. He looks around, before dipping his fingers in the cool water.]

Hello, fish.
idealism: (puppy wants a treat)
[Building a proper fire pit is hard. Tsuzuki is learning this, one rock at a time.

If anyone's out in the western forest around noon, he's busy setting up the bare necessities for a campsite. With luck, they'll have a proper camping place ready for the spring, at worst the summer. Having someplace to grill marshmallows and tell ghost stories is important, okay.]

Owww, my back. This wasn't a good idea...
idealism: (Skywards emo)
[ooc: this is happening after a very gory fight that's going to require that they take some time healing up.]

[Locked] to the best of Tsuzuki's ability )

[Later in the same day, Tsuzuki does some groceries. Just because he has to take care of Hisoka and Draco at home doesn't mean he can avoid those chores. He studies his note seriously, wondering where he can find olive oil and cheese. If anyone wants to run into him, now is the chance.]
idealism: (It spoke!  Shock and awe.)
[The feed begins shakily, because Tsuzuki is trying to use it has a camcorder.]Be careful with him. He's still just a baby.

[Hisoka sounds exasperated, flipping a page in his book. Tsuzuki lifts his journal so he comes into focus: one of Hisoka's wings is clearly missing.] Tsuzuki, all cats land on their feet.

Are you sure? I mean, what if it's -

Then this happens. )
idealism: (NOT WHAT I MEANT)
[Tsuzuki ducks to avoid an adorable flock of sparrows who are determined to impale him. As he gets up, he clutches his bag of cinnabons with suicidal determination.]

[He's too surprised to really be angry. Still, that doesn't mean he's going to surrender his treats without a fight. Tsuzuki swats at the sparrows, bolting for the bakery door.]

Bad birds! These are mine!
idealism: (the difficulty setting is too high.)
[Coming from the dumping site in the woods, Tsuzuki staggers into town, disoriented and sleepy from the kidnapping. Shivering, he hurries over the nearest bridge, past number 12, 15 and 17 and pushes his way into the nearest doorway. He really can't wait to get a good night's sleep without worrying that he'll be poked with Sharp Pointy Things.

[He has, unfortunately, walked into the absolutely wrong house. Tsuzuki blinks, lost.]

[It's really not his day today.]
idealism: (Sleepy smile)
Welcome, new feathers. I hope you all found the way to the clothes shop. If any of you have any trouble finding a place to live, let me know!

I've been wondering, what did most people do for a living back home? I've heard a lot of strange tales about jobs I didn't even know existed.

[If anyone's out and about, Tsuzuki is taking a well-deserved break by the big fountain. After spending the morning with his plants, he's now playing with the water.]
idealism: (Astonished)

[Today Tsuzuki's network post is arranged by his two sock-puppets. Literally. He's wearing a colorful sock on each hand, trying to be anonymous. One of the sock-puppets hold up a sign with a flying, fat baby on it. It's holding a bow and arrow.]

Greetings everyone!

My name is Sock!

My name is Sock Too!

Today we're going to talk about

Valentine's Day! )
idealism: (Dismissed by limp wrist!)
[Tsuzuki is up early today, gathering up scraps and old bread. When his bag is filled, he sleepily dresses in his winter attire, humming on a song he can only remember in fragments.]

I want a cracker like an animal
You whip me like I'm in OZ.

[He picks up the communicator, not realizing that it's been recording the whole time.]

[To his defense, he just woke up.]

Hi, I was just wondering... does anyone have any leftover bread? There's a family of deer in the woods that I want to feed.
idealism: (I speak in hearts.)
[Tsuzuki is distracted - he has rounded up snow by the center of the town, and is in the process of making a snow creature out of it. Unfortunately, it looks like he has no talent for making these things.]

[His snowman looks livid, has large glasses and a tie. That's as far as he gets before he goes inside the bakery to warm himself up. He opens the communicator.]

Just for your information, it looks like we were running out of mittens and scarves.
idealism: (do not want)
[Tsuzuki's talking to someone off camera, oblivious that he's transmitting their conversation to the whole town. He sounds upset.]

What do you mean 'Link's moving out'? Can't we at least talk about this?
idealism: (Kitty tantrums are so cute)
[The feed is currently showing the living room of number 49. Tsuzuki's up on a small ladder, trying to fasten a birthday-banner to the ceiling. Hisoka's birthday is today, and he's planning on surprising him with cake and presents. His poor partner's been feeling so down lately, Tsuzuki hopes that this might distract him from his gloom.]

[Feel free to interrupt him.]
idealism: (Default)
[Tsuzuki's sitting on the grass a little outside of town. He's looking for spirits to talk with, but he's having little luck. He plays with his book instead, placing flowers in it so he can press them later.]

I've been thinking about sleep lately. Do you have any recurring dreams? If so, what do you think they mean?
idealism: (event! clouds)
What a chaotic place. No matter.

I am looking for a boy with a contract in his right eye. Where is he?

[ooc: Cheatsheet is here.]

Fuda # 6

Jul. 16th, 2010 12:25 am
idealism: (freaking out)
[It's a beautiful, sunny day. The temperature is apparently between "boiling point" and "molten lava", and every sane person is inside, hugging their air conditioner.]

[Except for this guy. Tsuzuki is searching the grass outside House 49. He looks downright distressed, sitting on his knees and brushing his fingers through the lawn and dirt. When he's down with one patch, he hurries to the next one, not caring much about the heat even though his body does.]

It has to be around here somewhere...
idealism: (Looking away)
[OOC: Pretend I posted this days ago! D: Tsuzuki had a little run-in with River earlier. Being him, he thought he'd limp stagger walk the injuries off on the way home. He's still kind of dazed about all of it, really. It might just be the blood-loss speaking.]

[The feed comes on by accident, showing a very quiet shinigami. He's carrying one wing under his arm as if it was a newspaper, and his shirt is no longer white. Tsuzuki winces as he bends down to untie his shoes, but he'd determined to be as quiet as he can about going inside.]

Fuda # 3

May. 28th, 2010 07:05 pm
idealism: (dreaming look.)
[Tsuzuki is sitting outside in the warm weather. He's making small paper cranes, which transforms into birds. This drains on the remains of his magic. Some fly off, while others grow tired and fall to the ground.

He also, for some reason, have several water balloons resting by his ankles that he looks like he has forgotten.]
idealism: (puppy wants a treat)
[I should have known better than to fix the frying pan with duct tape before using it. Those pancakes really didn't taste good. Not even with syrup. ...Hisoka looks thoughtful today. Maybe he's daydreaming. I wish I knew--

T-there's got to be a way for this not to be readable. Is it possible to lie when it records this? Testing. My eyes are blu...rple. B- bl-p--ewwwple. Purple. :/

Maybe if I count sheep for the rest of my days I'll be safe. One sheep, two sheep, three...]

Hijiri, I'm going to plant flowers today! So if there's anything you and Duo want under your windows, let me know. And sorry about the mess in the kitchen, I'll try to clean it up later, and get a new frying pan. The old one practically fell apart.
idealism: (naked wut.)
[New feathers! Tsuzuki was walking around in the forest and came across the village by accident. He tried to cover his chest by crossing his arms.]

Excuse me! Does anyone know where I could get a shirt? Some shirt-bandit apparently robbed me while I slept.

[He remembered he now has wings. That's going to take a while to get used to.]

...And where can I find a pair of scissors?


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