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[ When the feed begins, it isn't focused on Yusuke. It is focused on the wall in front of him, the exterior side of a building in downtown Nonah, the Visitor's Center, where he has spent most of the last two months working on a mural. It is a sweeping picture of imPorts, only recognizable as such due to the glow coming from their wrists, doing normal things that people do. Gazing up at the stars, bickering, having coffee, holding hands, falling in love. Staring off together into a beautiful orange and purple sunrise. Despite their extraordinary powers and bizarre circumstances, imPorts are people just trying to live their lives, just like the natives. Certainly no better or worse.
If you look closely enough, and have spoken to Yusuke more than a few times, one of the many faces painted onto the wall might be recognizable as your own.
If it hasn't been painted over in neon green spray.
KILLERS AND PERVERTS!
For a few minutes, that's all that comes through the feed but an aggrevated sigh, the artist still entirely out of sight. He's quiet, stepping closer, inspecting, considering. ]
Perhaps this is the finishing touch I have been yearning for.
If you look closely enough, and have spoken to Yusuke more than a few times, one of the many faces painted onto the wall might be recognizable as your own.
If it hasn't been painted over in neon green spray.
KILLERS AND PERVERTS!
For a few minutes, that's all that comes through the feed but an aggrevated sigh, the artist still entirely out of sight. He's quiet, stepping closer, inspecting, considering. ]
Perhaps this is the finishing touch I have been yearning for.