[ there's someone going hard in one of the sim rooms today... and from the sounds of it, they're not doing so hot.
a sewer hardly seems like the ideal place to throw down... but it's here that ichiban is currently embroiled in a battle with a strong-looking foe. and that dude is kicking ichiban's ass. maybe it's because he's increasingly unfamiliar with his body as the transformations get their last changes in before the week ends—his whole body is now covered in hard black scales, with red spikes jutting out from underneath the plates. there are horns erupting from his head, spiky frills lining the sides of his face—but even with these weaponized features that should give him the upper hand, he finds himself being flung onto the cold floor over and over again by the man with a dragon tattoo on his back.
though the simulation persists, all action pauses for the moment, the other man frozen in place where he stands as ichiban slams his fist on the ground. ]
anyway, she watches this for a couple of moments, as ichiban shifts and changes, as he gets thrown to the floor - and when he finally pauses, slamming his fist down, she sighs.
she's scaled, too - dark red snake scales crawl across her chest, neck and jaw, creeping up her face. her nails are just a bit too long, her teeth just a bit too sharp. but still, as she makes her way over and crouches down next to him with a slight wince, she's gentle. she doesn't touch him, just tries to catch his gaze.]
[ he's in the middle of another swing meant to hit the ground again when throné makes her presence known, and he stops before he can bring his fist down. ]
Necchan...
[ he sighs as he brings himself to a seated position, legs crossed as he buries his face in his hands. the horns start to shrink, and his hair regains a little bit of its poof in places it had turned into spikes. ]
... Sorry. I must look pretty lame right now, huh...
[she says - but it's still not harsh. she reaches, finally, and carefully rests her hand on his cheek, brief.]
There was nothing we could have done, other than sentence someone else innocent to die. And you know how I feel about that. [...] This is... unusual to you? Children killing each other.
[ ...but he softens again, apologetic as he grasps her hand in his. it's a little striking to him, how small hers is in comparison. and yet, for her to have known so much violence, so much pain... she may have not shared very much of herself with him, but he can tell.
he squeezes before letting go. ]
...sorry, I know every place is different, but—god, that shouldn't be normal anywhere, ever.
[she doesn't flinch when he says what he does, just watches him impassively. she's just quiet, until he lets go, and she folds her hands in her lap.]
... It shouldn't be, no. [she agrees there.] This wasn't new to either of them. That doesn't make it fair or right for them to have had to do this, but it wasn't new.
[she won't say she doesn't even really consider them children, she just uses the term because everybody else has been, because that doesn't help anybody. she's got low charisma but she's not an idiot.]
[ he sighs again, the tension dropping from his shoulders. rather than continue their uncomfortable conversation, he nods up at the simulation of the man standing on the other side of the room, still frozen mid-stride toward ichiban. ]
You're probably wondering who this guy is and why he's kicking my ass, huh?
His name's Kazuma Kiryu. [ AH ITS WEIRD SAYING IT LIKE THIS BUT IVE ESTABLISHED ICHIBAN USING WESTERN ORDER NAMES ] He's pretty much the coolest guy ever.
Only man to be able to knock some sense in my dumb, thick head before I went and did something I would've regretted for the rest of my life.
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a sewer hardly seems like the ideal place to throw down... but it's here that ichiban is currently embroiled in a battle with a strong-looking foe. and that dude is kicking ichiban's ass. maybe it's because he's increasingly unfamiliar with his body as the transformations get their last changes in before the week ends—his whole body is now covered in hard black scales, with red spikes jutting out from underneath the plates. there are horns erupting from his head, spiky frills lining the sides of his face—but even with these weaponized features that should give him the upper hand, he finds himself being flung onto the cold floor over and over again by the man with a dragon tattoo on his back.
though the simulation persists, all action pauses for the moment, the other man frozen in place where he stands as ichiban slams his fist on the ground. ]
Dammit...
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anyway, she watches this for a couple of moments, as ichiban shifts and changes, as he gets thrown to the floor - and when he finally pauses, slamming his fist down, she sighs.
she's scaled, too - dark red snake scales crawl across her chest, neck and jaw, creeping up her face. her nails are just a bit too long, her teeth just a bit too sharp. but still, as she makes her way over and crouches down next to him with a slight wince, she's gentle. she doesn't touch him, just tries to catch his gaze.]
Ichiban. [soft, a little questioning.]
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Necchan...
[ he sighs as he brings himself to a seated position, legs crossed as he buries his face in his hands. the horns start to shrink, and his hair regains a little bit of its poof in places it had turned into spikes. ]
... Sorry. I must look pretty lame right now, huh...
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No. You don't. [she says, easily enough.] You look like you're taking today rather hard.
[no judgement or anything, she's just saying what she sees.]
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[she says - but it's still not harsh. she reaches, finally, and carefully rests her hand on his cheek, brief.]
There was nothing we could have done, other than sentence someone else innocent to die. And you know how I feel about that. [...] This is... unusual to you? Children killing each other.
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[ ...but he softens again, apologetic as he grasps her hand in his. it's a little striking to him, how small hers is in comparison. and yet, for her to have known so much violence, so much pain... she may have not shared very much of herself with him, but he can tell.
he squeezes before letting go. ]
...sorry, I know every place is different, but—god, that shouldn't be normal anywhere, ever.
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... It shouldn't be, no. [she agrees there.] This wasn't new to either of them. That doesn't make it fair or right for them to have had to do this, but it wasn't new.
[she won't say she doesn't even really consider them children, she just uses the term because everybody else has been, because that doesn't help anybody. she's got low charisma but she's not an idiot.]
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[ he sighs again, the tension dropping from his shoulders. rather than continue their uncomfortable conversation, he nods up at the simulation of the man standing on the other side of the room, still frozen mid-stride toward ichiban. ]
You're probably wondering who this guy is and why he's kicking my ass, huh?
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[this is just like a touch teasing. just a little. it's inappropriate to make jokes but.]
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Only man to be able to knock some sense in my dumb, thick head before I went and did something I would've regretted for the rest of my life.
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Oh? [she says, resting her chin in her hand, elbow on knee.] Impressive. I didn't know that was possible.
1/3
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the look she gives him is just this]
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