(Catch Tsurumaru exploring his new surroundings. Maybe this would be easier if he wasn't Old and Blind but when he doesn't have able-bodied youths to spoil and exasperate into doing the work for him, he has to do the hard work himself.
Tch.
He doesn't get to see the sea often so when he breathes in the air, he wants to look for it. The closer he gets, the more dreadful he feels. Ah, but this is a different type of dread, isn't it? Something unnatural that makes even someone as fearless as Tsurumaru want to turn back. His Daemon has gone from a chittering magpie at his ear to a much larger crane at his side. She nips at his sweater and flaps her wings, growing more distressed until he stops, reaching out to place a hand gently behind her neck,)
[Kim's standing by the city wall, looking out to the foggy distance... but what he soon sees instead is Tsurumaru and the crane. His daemon, a great skua, sits perched atop a piece of the wall.]
Don't go out so far. It's dangerous.
[He manages to raise his voice to be loud, clear, and authoritative, without sounding agitated.]
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Tch.
He doesn't get to see the sea often so when he breathes in the air, he wants to look for it. The closer he gets, the more dreadful he feels. Ah, but this is a different type of dread, isn't it? Something unnatural that makes even someone as fearless as Tsurumaru want to turn back. His Daemon has gone from a chittering magpie at his ear to a much larger crane at his side. She nips at his sweater and flaps her wings, growing more distressed until he stops, reaching out to place a hand gently behind her neck,)
Relax, relax. You'll give us away.
(It looks like the sea is out of their reach.)
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Don't go out so far. It's dangerous.
[He manages to raise his voice to be loud, clear, and authoritative, without sounding agitated.]
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But fine, he's already stopped. It's as close as he's willing to get to comfortably which is still too close for the crane. )
Ah, doesn't that must make you wonder what's out there, though?
(Like... isn't the danger exciting? Who wouldn't want to go some place they aren't supposed to go? Tsurumaru Kuninaga is a rebel menace.)
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Then again... [He gestures to his glasses.] I may not be the best person to attempt such a thing.
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But he's going to come over and hold out his hands to him like?)
Oh? Let me try.
(Wearing the glasses.)
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The glasses are not going to help.
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Then what's the point in wearing them? It can't be style.
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Hyperopia, mainly.
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Say what?)
Eh?
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(He looks at the distance between them. It isn't much. Probably a comfortable distance?)
Can you see me?
(He's trying to learn.)
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Yes. It would be very hard to miss someone standing right in front of my face.
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What if you took them off? How far can you see without them? ... Or near? Hm.
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Everything would just be a blur of colours. Close objects, even more so.
Far away... it's only marginally better. I can see large, distinct shapes, but the details blur together.
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(It doesn't sound so bad when it's like that. He thinks it might even be better than seeing clearly sometimes.)
I see. Do you prefer being able to see clearly ahead? Or would you rather embrace uncertainty?
(He assumes the former considering he's wearing the glasses but he still has to ask like the vague cryptid he is.)
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So, yes, I would rather see clearly.