☆Fourth Wish ☆ - [4th Wall Joint Post]

[lookinforlight]

This is a joint Fourth Wall post for Norma Beatty, Dist the Rose, and Miyabi. Leave a note in the subject line for which character you want to interact with!



NORMA: Will be in the plaza by the fountain, people watching and looking for the faces of anyone she recognizes.
DIST: Will be exiting the library and gawking at all the people that suddenly turned up. He will then make an attempt to go to Seventh Heaven for piano practice and home to safety.
MIYABI: Will be in the plaza from 8am in the morning as her tiny self, dodging feet left and right and screaming at people to watch where they're stepping. All while carrying two new paintbrushes. From 2pm onward, she will be sized up for her safety and hanging around the forest for some bloody peace and quiet and trying to paint (Please also specify what size you want her to be, big or small!).

Comments

[inkdrops]

[Many of the paintings, Rogue will find, are of a very specific dragon, though the poses are different. It's Yomigami's year, after all, so Miyabi had dedicated her first few paintings of the massive dragon god. Of course, there are still many pictures of Amaterasu, and some paintings of scenery and the Luceti wildlife.]

Y-Yes, I...I am an artist. Th-Thank you, really, but I'm no where near as good as other people I know. I'm still learning. [She bunches together the paper and paintings she managed to catch, slipping them into a folder carefully.] I've only improved somewhat, and...I-I haven't painted like this in a very long time, so I'm rusty.

[if_its_a_boy]

[She smiles sweetly. It may look familiar to one you seen before, in fact it should.]

Nonsense, you're very talented! You make them look as though they're coming to life.

[inkdrops]

[For a moment, perhaps a fraction of a second, Miyabi had felt something strangely familiar coming off of this woman - deja vu perhaps? - but the feeling is fleeting. Especially in wind of that compliment. She's never gotten a compliment like that, so far as she can recall. And for someone like her, who had yearned for so, so long to be able to give her paintings the same life as those she admired...well.

It's a very strong compliment - one she'll take to heart for a long, long time. One that also makes her smile, and turn positively pink, all the way to the faintly glowing tips of her wings.]

You're...y-you're much too kind, Madam. Thank you. Thank very much. Your words mean quite a lot to me.

[if_its_a_boy]

[She helps pick up all the supplies and hands them to her, shaking her head.]

I meant it, truly. I've never seen such beautiful paintings. [She stares at them for a moment before jerking her head up a little.]

I'm sorry, where are my manners? My name is Rouge. Portgas D. Rouge. It's nice to meet you.

[inkdrops]

[Taking the supplies gingerly, and setting them all back into her bag with tender care, Miyabi smiles at the praise, her face becoming pinker and hotter by the moment. It's only when the introductions are made, and Rouge gives her name that Miyabi blinks. D? She's...heard that before. How could she forget? But the resemblance wasn't there at all. Though, Miyabi supposes Luffy could take after his father and--wait! Duh! Luffy has a brother, you stupid girl! It's still kinda hard to believe.

Tilting her head Miyabi takes in Rouge's face, her eyes, her smile, the freckles... Aha. Yes, it's definitely there. Ace must take take after his mama. Ah, and she's so pretty!]

...Miyabi. My name is Miyabi, Lady Rouge. Uhm, this may be rather sudden, but...do you by chance have two sons? You look...kind of like someone I know. Ah, sorry, that's a silly question, isn't it?

[if_its_a_boy]

Wonderful to meet you, Miyabi. [He pauses and blinks a few times. Two sons? She shakes her head.]

No, I only... [Have? Had? Which does she use? D:] Just one son... why do you ask?

[Bitch, splain. :|]

[inkdrops]

[Just one? Ah--well...Ace is older, obviously. Maybe Rouge is from before Luffy was born, or even planned, or something similar. Such things are possible in Luceti, though it kind of pains the girl to think that another son would be forgotten.]

Well, I-I know this may sound odd, but I know your son...Ace. You look--eh, I-I guess actually he looks much like you do. He's a very kind person, and strong, too! I've only know him for a little bit, but it's easy to sense a good person like that.

[You should be very proud, mama.]

[if_its_a_boy]

[She just stares at her for a while, almost frozen. Her son is here? He's alive? And by the sound of it, he's grown up. Just how long has she been...

A few tears form in her eyes, and she smiles.] That's wonderful. I'm so glad to know he's alive... thank you. Thank you so much for telling me.

[inkdrops]

[Alive? Why wouldn't he be...? Miyabi blinks, mild concern and confusion ghosting across her face for a brief moment, before she swallows a bitter taste in her mouth and smiles. Sure, Ace is a pirate but Miyabi's never thought people would actually want to kill people like him and the Straw Hats. It just never sat right with her - getting rid of such kind, good people.]

It's no trouble at all, you don't have to thank me. I'm sure he'll be just as happy to see you again, too, milady Rouge. [She giggles once, imagining the reunion in her mind. Mm, how nice...for a mother and son to be reunited... Presumably after a very long time of being separated.

...]

Uhm...m-milady? I hate to be bold, but...would it be all right if I painted your picture? You have a warm, yet regal appearance; I'd be honored if you let me capture that in one of my paintings. [She bows her head respectfully, eyes closing.]

[if_its_a_boy]

[She nods, unable to stop smiling. He's grown up, so Garp did take care of him. That's wonderful. But she looked a bit confused when she asked to paint her, and almost immediately a blush came over her cheeks. She fidgeted a little before nodding.]

I-I would love that. Very much, really.

[inkdrops]

[Smiling right back, Miyabi feels a swelling of happiness and excitement in her heart. If the painting came out really, really nice, she should give it to Ace to keep. Or, if...if Rouge stayed here in Luceti, she could paint her and Ace together. That'd be so nice! She's a little jealous, as thoughts flit through her head about the two possibly seeing each other again, but the joy over powers that. One day, back home...]

Arigato...thank you. [Miyabi bows her head, both in thanks and respect, then goes to set up.] Hm, could you pose a little? I-If it's not too much trouble to ask.

[if_its_a_boy]

[Rouge's heart began beating a little faster, and she squeezed her her hands together before relaxing. Placing both hands over her heart, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

This is her pose, get painting.]

[inkdrops]

...Perfect. Hold that pose, please.

[Miyabi stares at Rouge for quite some time, her eyes moving over her face, her frame, the flow of her hair, the ruffling of her dress... For about a minute or two, Miyabi just looks at her, capturing the image with her eyes first, before beginning the actual process of painting the woman. When she does begin though, it's with a delicate, but masterful hand that she works.

The brush sways and curves along the parchment, as if not painting, but dancing, always returning to a point. Line, light, color, shadow...everything flows together in time to create something beautiful. Art, life, anything at all - it takes time and effort to make something truly wonderful. And the painting is wonderful and beautiful, and captures not only the woman's physical shape, but the painter's spirit as well.

When she finishes, Miyabi signs and dates the back, looking peaceful and satisfied.]

I'm finished...sorry to make you stay still like that for so long.

[if_its_a_boy]

[She stays still, trying to remember so many things. Ace, as she held him when he was just a baby. Roger, acting so happy they were going to have a child. She was honestly sad they never even got a family portrait.

But with this, Ace could see her. Even if not in person, her grown son could live knowing his. She keeps her hands over her heart, as if trying to contain her emotions and memories. When Miyabi stops, she opens her eyes, and smiling sweetly.]

Not at all, it was fine. Ah... [She blushes a bit, averting her gaze, then looking back to her.]

If you see him... could you tell him I'm glad he's been able to live? And... that I'm proud of him.