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Someone walking into the Sensoriums today will find themselves in an old-style pottery workshop, likely set somewhere in Japan judging by the shōji-style doorways.
There they'll also find Kazuki, deep in concentration as he works at the potter's wheel, working at a lump of clay to try to make it into something interesting.
Even though he still has trouble seeing, just the sounds, the smells, and the general feeling he gets from this place back home--even if it is only an imitation--puts him more at ease.
He continues to work at the clay with his hands, but, obviously not pleased with his work so far (his lack of experience contributing just as much as his lack of sight to this problem), frowns and mashes the clay back into a solid lump, starting over from the beginning.
There they'll also find Kazuki, deep in concentration as he works at the potter's wheel, working at a lump of clay to try to make it into something interesting.
Even though he still has trouble seeing, just the sounds, the smells, and the general feeling he gets from this place back home--even if it is only an imitation--puts him more at ease.
He continues to work at the clay with his hands, but, obviously not pleased with his work so far (his lack of experience contributing just as much as his lack of sight to this problem), frowns and mashes the clay back into a solid lump, starting over from the beginning.
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He lets the wheel come to a stop for a bit before describing his world.
"I live on a small island called Tatsumiya Island. It...well, it was a peaceful place, until about a year ago.
"Tatsumiya Island is all that's left of Japan, after the Festum invaded Earth. The island was an experiment to produce pilots capable of piloting Fafners, which could fight the Festum. Those pilots were me and my friends. But our parents lied to us about how the world was, and gave us a peaceful life instead, until the Festum found the island and attacked."
He pauses for a moment.
"...And sorry for being so depressing. My world isn't exactly the cheeriest place ever."
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He paused for a moment. "How did you learn pottery?"
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"I didn't," he says, rather matter-of-factly, "My mom used to do this a long time ago, and my dad took up the business when she died. I'd been wanting to try for a while...and since I didn't really have anything else to do, I decided to give it a go."
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