WHO: yuwon & others! π§ββοΈ WHAT: catch-all log for the month! WHERE: prob. main base & around neo tokyo. WHEN: throughout the month of april. WARNINGS: violence & other topics will be labeled accordingly/updated.
[ the ensuing battle is as chaotic as one would expect from creatures who appear to gather at the drop of a hat. compared to the quiet of the amusement park, which appeared mostly abandoned and devoid of any semblance of life— it's nothing short of pure disorder. he's surprised it all hasn't simply collapsed in and of itself. but, he evidently doesn't voice any of this outloud. instead, he keeps his eyes focused on the yamadenki's movements, doing his best to figure out where the nearest generator was.
as soon as he thinks he figures it out, he also catches sight of a gecko entering his peripheral, using his sword he slices into it, and then turns to give it another slice through. but, in the process, he also feels another presence nearby, instantly his body tenses, his head whipping in its direction.
first sees a familiar shade of orange-red, a unique hue that he instantly connects to one person, and yet... huh? ] ... [ he doesn't exactly say anything. the movements seem familiar, but different. maybe. yuwon doesn't normally get thrown off by anything, but it's true he's a bit surprised.
instead, he decides not to say anything and move on to the next lizard. ]
[ the next lizard that yuwon is targeting is accompanied by two more of its buddies, ready to ambush the man once he turns around a corner. but ishmael's Roseate Desire is faster -- a stream of pink ribbons come flying in to apprehend the lizards by tying them up and dangle them upside down. unfortunately, yuwon is also going to be caught in the crossfire, as more ribbons wrap around his legs and arms and bind them together.
whoops.
also, ishmael has always been easy to spot, thanks to her hair easily giving her away. though she's not really making a huge effort to hide in the first place, not with her hair currently resembling a giant orange broccoli at the moment. she's quiet in her own way, a peeved look on her face as she walks into the scene with pink shows while lugging a giant anchor wrapped in pink ribbons in her hand. ]
...Yuwon? [ she blinks, like she's completely caught unawares with this development. ] What are you doing here?
[ perhaps, because he was already moving on, his vigilance was lacking. his eyes were more settled on how he was going to handle the two new enemies, vs... how he's now presently tied up in what appears to be ribbons? unlike the lizards who are wriggling, their limbs spasming in an attempt to discover some form of release—
yuwon is surprisingly calm. albeit, his expression is definitely a bit flat, an exhale being released from his mouth as he speaks. he doesn't even really try to turn to face her, if just not wanting to risk tripping over his feet.
he wonders if it's also his own fault for sauntering away without a word. but, that was enough self-reflection for one day. ] Probably the same thing as you. [ defeating the lizards and pinpointing where the nearest generator was.
[ he's awfully calm for someone who got caught up in pink bondage, huh. even ishmael finds this disconcerting, and she's seatmates with meursault on the bus. she carefully approaches him, caressing his face with a gentle hand before shifting down to tug at the ribbons wrapped around him. ]
Mm. Roseate Desire. They come from this pair of pink shoes I'm wearing right now.
[ she clinks them together like the girl of a certain fairytale. she smiles, and with another tap of her shoe, the lizards that are caught in the ribbons wriggle for dear life as the ribbons squeeze the life out of them until they die from suffocation. not a good way to go, isn't it.
but of course, she doesn't want to do that to yuwon. so she immediately lets him go, the ribbons coming loose as he is free from pink hell. sorry that didn't last long, king u_u ]
he doesn't flinch back at the touch. instead he remains still, his eyes simply following her and her movements. then just like that and he's out of it. he flexes his arm momentarily, as if testing his present range of motion. ]
Is this just like that one other transformation...? [ it seems like a formidable ability in its own right. considering the sheer number of enemies, it seems helpful. especially, considering they grow their limbs back. still, she felt a little different somehow. though, he can't quite place his finger on it. maybe he's just thinking too much. but he is grateful for being let go, hence he gives her a small pat on the ... top of her hair. ]
[ the general cleanup procedures that follow a kaiju battle tended to run relatively quickly considering all the logistics involved. or perhaps, unlike at home, he's just marveling in the concept that it isn't entirely left up to him to figure out where the remaining pieces go (or how to make the most of the results).
mostly after a mission, those are the typical thoughts that penetrate the inside of him mind— his present strength, his progress, his overall performance. despite saying this, he can't deny a natural sense of irritability that comes with. ... which is slightly out of the norm.
his mind easily connects it to the exposure to the rift, if just because he can't envision how anything else could affect him. including the blood and guts on his hands and all of his suit. he's already getting undressed from his plugsuit, but he can feel the grime touching his skin as he peels off the layer. then, he turns to look at a familiar face.
well, they are on the same team, so it's no surprise they're both in the showers. he seems to look him over, as if assessing for injuries, before his eyes end up facing back to the wall in front of him. he says nothing as he walks past him, his shoulders brushing up against wriothesley's unceremoniously.
he doesn't apologize, but he does give a brief nod of his head. ]
[ penetrate inside him, huh............just kidding, i'm not here to make this gay (she says, forcing you to set this thread in the showers)
Kaijus may change but the aftermath of a long fight always remains the same: a steady trickle of clean-up crew to the attack side, a defeated slouch of his shoulders as he musters up his last dregs of energy to head back to base, and a hot shower to clean off off the layers of grime and blood that always ends up clinging to his skin and hair.
Turns out, he's not the only one keen on a hot shower. Unfortunately, he's not terribly keen on sharing the showers with Yuwon given the uncertain β nature of their relationship, but fortunately he's tired enough that he thinks he can keep his mouth shut for once, which seems to be the root of most problems when it comes to Yuwon.
Unfortunately (again), it seems as though the irritation that's been building ever since the end of the mission is ready to overrule his exhaustion. The bump against his shoulder has him looking over, and the lack of acknowledgement following that has him frowning. ]
[ damn... you say this and yet i see you dodging every yaoi allegation.
at first, he just marvels on the fact that he can keep his mouth shut sometimes. amazing (jk), but considering the slouch of the man's shoulders when he first walked in, maybe the lack of conversation shouldn't exactly surprise him. he's more than prepared to simply go on his way, and he actually does for the most part, his bare feet stepping over the tiles like cyno's feet slap the sands of sumeru....
it's mostly quiet except and then wriothesley's inquiry, which he also doesn't address. instead, he already steps within the boundaries of one of the showers, even turning on the water, before he eventually turns his head back. there's an impulse in him... to just ignore him, but he fights it, if just to muster a small. ]
[ WHY DID YOU BRING UP CYNO'S BARE FEET i hate it here
Guess who else hates it here? Wriothesley, who is absolutely not satisfied with the deadpan answer given. Had their talk in the bathrooms before really all been for nothing? (No, he's just reading way too much into things.)
But those rift side effects truly are something, because once again the rational part of his brain is pushed aside by petty annoyance, the fatigue still deep in his bones only serving to make everything worse. His hot shower goes forgotten as he pivots, his own bare feet slapping across the tiles like Nahida's bare feet across the streets of Sumeru City as he heads towards Yuwon... ]
Assuming things on my behalf again, are you? Or do you really not care?
[ Bro, he thought they were making progress. π ]
except, his hands fall back to his side for a moment as soon as he hears wriothesley approaching him. he releases a small sigh, rolling his shoulders a bit in slight annoyance. was there really a reason for such a spectacle? or so he's thinking, but he's also not any better.
perhaps, feeling slightly taunted by his words, especially when yuwon feels like he's been relatively forthcoming with him recently. ] If it seems that way to you, [ but, he also doesn't correct himself either. ]
Then maybe it is. [ sorry wrio, it's nothing personal... π§ββοΈ ]
[ in his previous timeline, there were genuine moments where he had gone out and connected with his comrades; whether by sharing a drink, or even having a meal with one another. but, as nostalgic of a sensation as it is, in his present timeline, he mostly stuck to climbing the tower alone. completing his other objectives while on the pathway to the top. he barely partook in any celebrations, and he mostly believed himself removed from the right to partake, if just because his intentions and desires were so separate from everyone else's. he alone carried the burden of the future.
however, that wasn't the case here.
it's an odd concept that to share a common goal with others, regardless how temporary and fleeting of an alliance as it was. it doesn't mean, yuwon has necessarily let down his guard or unfurled the boundaries he's firmly erected, but that he was slightly more open. slightly. or maybe, he just feels that way especially around rodion who had bared parts of herself that she normally kept out of sight.
regardless, it's also true that he felt a sense of gratitude to her as well. the chocolates may have actually just been a convenient excuse. whatever the case is, yuwon texts her: ] I'm here, but take your time. [ he's not exactly dressed up. per usual, he's just wearing all black, and has his jacket on. he waits by leaning against one of the columns nearby the station... why do i feel like even waiting in front of the station is so shoujo... ]
[Some nights, she got plagued with thoughts of doubt. People encouraged her to open her heart more, even when it absolutely hurts. Her frozen heart is cracking over time as being outside the City and having different people from different worlds interact with her, telling her that her normal is not normal. It's unhealthy, which it is but it's so people don't try to take advantage of her and her weaknesses. To not fall into that same feeling after witnessing the consequences of her actions.
Now, she taking more gambles than ever. The gambling with her heart. She worries that she might have done too much too quickly, but what is done is done. She cannot take it back and all she can do is look forward without trying to thinking back on it. Move forward even with her heavy steps.
She went out into the city and talked with some of the locals, even got some possible future model jobs to try out. Something easy and painless that she wouldn't mind spending the energy. Now, she is excited about going out to eat with Yuwon as he wanted to show his gratitude for his gift. She's dressed pretty nice today, even if it's nothing new from her usual wear. She gives Yuwon a smile as she approaches him.]
I'm here! Hope you are feeling hungry because I am ready to eat~
[ even when he's not purposely utilizing his skills, it's easy to pick her presence out from the crowd. his eyes settle on her before she even approaches him with her usual smile. he remains as stoic per usual, no real expression penetrating his features, but he does appear a bit more comfortable now that she was here.
he gives her a small nod, as he pulls a small canned drink out of his pocket. he holds it out to her. ] Drink this first. [ he doesn't bother with typical greetings and instead gives her a small health drink. he figures if she came after her civilian job or something, it'd help with any fatigue, or lingering lethargy from their kaiju battle. it's not that he's particularly thoughtful, but that it just made sense. normally, he tended to meet in cafes, or grab coffee on the way to somewhere, so it felt a bit more natural.
he guesses it's also because this city in some ways reminds him of life when he was just a college student. not that he had any real attachment to that lifestyle, but it's a nostalgia that remains all the same. ] I am pretty hungry.
I didn't have a meal yet today. [ aside from dried jerky or plain loaves of bread... ]
Oh! Thanks- No beans in it, right? [She had to let out a small laugh out of her small teasing. She honestly didn't expect a sudden drink to come out of Yuwon's pocket like that, but it's a little nice and thoughtful of him. She takes the drink in her hand to check it out before opening it to take a sip. Rodya has been doing some running around even after a good amount of rest after the kaiju battle wrapped up. It's pretty good for being a health drink, so she's okay with this surprise.
Despite The City being nothing short from hell, there is still those little moments of relaxation and she cherishes each and every one where she can unwind. Sometimes alone, sometimes with other people. Moments where they don't worry about fighting and surviving for a little while. Only living.]
Really? That's no good, but that means more to eat up tonight~
[They might as well get going since food, unfortunately, won't float towards them at the train station. Maybe one day, but it doesn't seems that day is today. Rodya holds her open hand out towards Yuwon, seeing what his reaction would be... Not the end of the world if he doesn't take it, but she gotta try something.]
What are you in the mood for? I don't really got a preference, but if you don't either, we can find whatever is open and not too busy.
stop, get sleep, but also thanks for feeding me ποΈ
No beans. [ he repeats, despite knowing full well it's a joke. but, he does seem to give her a relaxed quirk of the lips, not quite a smile, but it's a slightly break from his normally expressionless features. ] Though, now I wish I thought of that. You didn't get to try it back then. [ or more like she purposely didn't. but, listen. same thing. it's his own version of a joke back, except it's executed without much tone.
but, he is looking forward to the meal. that much is true. even now, it kind of reminds him of when they first met. he was looking forward to eating something greasy (a stark contrast to the healthy drink he just gave her, but listen), and so even now, it seems to linger within him, building up even more of an appetite.
his eyes scan the area and he gives a brief nod. ] I think the next street over will be better then. [ it looks like he almost misses the hand that's held out, but just as he begins to turn his body slightly, he reaches back, his gloves hand grasping to take hold of hers. ] This way.
[ it's a quick exchange. enough for yuwon to have potentially marveled at how they got from point a to point b so readily. it's rare for him to encounter someone with a strong enough constitution where he doesn't have to think twice before practicing his skills on them. honestly, it's an item he never expected to fall back into his hands. despite all the trials and tribulations in order to obtain this fragment of lightning bolt— it being lost in transit here was simply a fact he swiftly got over.
there was no use crying over spilt milk, and yet here it was in his hands. or rather, in his inventory. since receiving it, he's tested it's initial activation and pretty much nothing else. he supposed that's where gojo would come in.
that said, unlike how fast their initial conversation progressed, yuwon approaches the meeting place on foot. likely a little late, he doesn't appear the least bit apologetic. instead, he looks up at the man from a fair distance. ] You might be the only person who would be this excited to meet me at this hour.
[ ncue the usual embarrassing pre-fight dialogue. ]
[ since only one of them can teleport, gojo does time his arrival to the open field in accordance with however long it would take yuwon to show up. he still ends up a couple minutes early, so he naturally spends that 5 minutes or so checking out what critters he can find this late into the night.
when yuwon finally appears, gojo is already awaiting him near the edge of the field, his hands tucked into his pants' pockets.
despite how dark it is at this hour (aside from some moonlight and a scattering of fireflies in the area), his blindfold remains secured around his eyes per usual. ]
I always have time to play with you. [ he also doesn't sleep much. ] So, are you gonna make me regret it now?
[ he does wonder if there's a point to the blindfold at this hour, but he doesn't exactly say this. he supposed if it was meant to be a fashion statement, or even if it served a purpose he wasn't aware of— it was all inconsequential to him.
at gojo's statement, however, he has to give a small ironic huff of humor. ] Isn't the whole point to make you regret it? You look like you could use some humbling. [ or so the vibe gojo gave dictated. it's always easy to see those who were confident in their strength, and he hasn't lost his ability to detect that even while being outside of the tower. that said, it isn't like self-assurance isn't justified.
as far as he could tell, gojo had all the reason for it. even if he'd never explicitly say this. that said, yuwon also gets right to it. he opens up his inventory and with his gloved hands, he grabs a glowing fragment. it's bright enough to light up where they stand. not that they needed the help with the fireflies. ]
So were you here to talk, or are you ready to use that body of yours?
[ gojo could use some humbling, but unfortunately, it's a pipe dream. no one can bruise this ego.
yuwon doesn't need to prompt him further though, especially not after pulling out that quaint glowstick. is that a new toy he wants to test out with him? well, since he is, in fact, here to use his body, why not cut to the chase and see how it works?
without wasting another word, gojo closes the distance between them as he aims a strike at his jaw.
c'mon, yuwon. show him what that shiny fragment can do~ ]
[ he's surprised to see gojo actually use his body, and martial arts no less. it's visible in his stance that it's clearly a polished art he's using, and there are no wasted movements when he reaches out to strike him. yuwon manages to move back swiftly, just barely getting clipped on his chin.
he wonders if all sorcerers are this well-rounded. that said, despite holding the lightning bolt in his hand, it's clear he needs to create adequate distance, and just like that, he activates his holy fire. slowly it starts intercepting the space between them, as yuwon moves further back.
just like that, he holds the lightning bolt in hand and slowly it begins mixing together with his dark mana, creating a bolt of both dark and lightning energy. the casting time would take a while, but he presumes if he waits, he can find the perfect timing to use it. it'd be a lot easier if he could summon up arthur... ]
[ while defeating kaiju in simulation (or outside of it) didn't necessarily help facilitate an increase in stats on his end, it doesn't necessarily mean he skimps out on the potential to being able to test different avenues of acquiring strength by. plus, it does help in moments like these where he can genuinely monitor and assess others in their abilities. not necessarily in a manner of judgment, but in an objective way.
that when someone catches his attention. their movements were a bit different than what he's used to, but then again, he'd argue that it may have been natural if just because despite being the vice leader of the heavenly demonic sect, it didn't necessarily make him a martial artist in the true sense of the word. he considers this in the same way as he wielded a sword and yet he wouldn't necessarily consider himself a specialist.
hence, he does look her over, offering a small: ] What sort of technique is that?
( more often than not, she ended most of her evenings with some sort of training, even if it was just a half hour or so of calisthenics in her own room. the unfamiliarity of the place only fed her restlessness, used to having others to look after that gratefully ate away her time, kept her from having to linger too long with her own thoughts. it's not exactly out of a particular desire to boost her affinity with LILITH that she decides to give the simulations a shot β if anything, it was better than a stagnant punching bag, something to keep her reflexes sharp.
if it provided her with an added bit of intel to help out on the field, that was just an added benefit.
she's lost track of how many simulations she's gone through, the chime of her ocular implant alerting her when each was successfully cleared, asking if she wished to proceed to another level. the digitized kaiju shrinks from view from where she'd left it on its side, a whirl into the air that sent her heel reeling down into the monster's skull.
there's a light sheen of sweat clung to her collars, long hair pulled up but sticking in inky strands to her pulse point β she's about to signal for the next round when a voice greets her close enough to startle, ruby eyes glancing over her shoulder to find his. )
Hm? ( the note comes on the tail end of an exerted exhale, taking her a moment to draw herself back, flexing fingers in her gauntlets. )
[ her switch in stance, even the way she intakes air between her movementsh— they're all things he analyzes briefly when considering her response. "zangan-ryu." it was precisely as she said, it was as foreign as everything else in this place. while people would argue that all martial arts likely shared some brief link, or perhaps, came up of similar origins, yuwon supposed he didn't have an opinion one way or another.
it just wasn't practical to think he could delve that deeply into something he saw for the first time today, anyway. hence, he seems to put a pause on his own thoughts as he gives a brief shake of his head. there's a natural stoicism to his response. despite being the one that may have sparked this conversation, he seems just as ready to drop it. but, almost as if he catches himself, he grips his sword tightly. ]
I haven't, but you looked skilled. [ it's easy to tell when people are dedicated to a specific type of martial arts. while yuwon wasn't necessarily the type to ask for a fight out of the blue, it's true he wanted to see what martial arts from a world outside of the tower was like. ]
If you're tired of the simulator, want to trade a couple of punches with me?
[ the many benefits to mastering something like a martial art weren't always the most perceptible, but also the niche, subtler capabilities that came with it. how she catches the way his own knuckles bloom white over his grip, analyzing his stance as if she could gage his intent from that alone. honestly, since she'd arrived, no one had been particularly brash with her. if anything, she's beginning to find little bits of comfort in the familiarity of a gaze, in finding small ways she can help others.
really, she's not used to having so many people in one place to learn from, especially combatively. it hadn't been difficult to figure that they'd all been brought here for a reason β wouldn't it be foolish of her not to be curious what that might be, for anyone she encountered?
she's not averse to a compliment, the subtle rise of a smile finding her lips. ] I've had a lot of practice. [ it's a light word for it, really, but it wasn't often someone took an interest in her techniques.
her own figure shifts to face him a bit more properly, warming to something far more open, a glint of interest glimmering across her gaze at his offering. ] I'd like that, actually. [ tone evens out as the steady-thump of her pulse gradually begins to slow, the battlefield behind her glitching back to a quiet, glaringly open room. ]
[ "a lot of practice" he found can mean a variety of things. he doesn't doubt that those who arrive here come with abilities and skills that are simply impossible to recreate in another world. though, he supposes when the conventions of each world were so vastly nonidentical, it made sense— it was like comparing his version of earth vs. the tower. while his mind naturally attempts to fill in those gaps, he stops himself. almost as if a reminder that it was pointless to speculate.
instead, the best he could do is focus on the now. especially, since she seems to have accepted his offer, which he also seems to return with a small nod of comprehension. while there could be a small quirk of his lips, it's near impossible to detect.
when the room shifts, he also opens up his inventory. he gently places his sword back in there. it's honestly been a while since he fought solely with his fists, and somehow another memory resurfaces that he has to bite down when he responds. ]
Something like that. [ ... ] I'm not really a martial artist, but I trained with some before. [ a brief pause, as he gives an easygoing shrug. ] I don't think I'll disappoint you, though. [ why is battle dialogue so painful... but, at least it's better than yuwon's usual go-to of taunting. for once, it does seem like an attempt at casting out some form of good will (citation needed) before they spar. ]
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ishmael.
as soon as he thinks he figures it out, he also catches sight of a gecko entering his peripheral, using his sword he slices into it, and then turns to give it another slice through. but, in the process, he also feels another presence nearby, instantly his body tenses, his head whipping in its direction.
first sees a familiar shade of orange-red, a unique hue that he instantly connects to one person, and yet... huh? ] ... [ he doesn't exactly say anything. the movements seem familiar, but different. maybe. yuwon doesn't normally get thrown off by anything, but it's true he's a bit surprised.
instead, he decides not to say anything and move on to the next lizard. ]
im sorry. please wing this with me
whoops.
also, ishmael has always been easy to spot, thanks to her hair easily giving her away. though she's not really making a huge effort to hide in the first place, not with her hair currently resembling a giant orange broccoli at the moment. she's quiet in her own way, a peeved look on her face as she walks into the scene with pink shows while lugging a giant anchor wrapped in pink ribbons in her hand. ]
...Yuwon? [ she blinks, like she's completely caught unawares with this development. ] What are you doing here?
always...
yuwon is surprisingly calm. albeit, his expression is definitely a bit flat, an exhale being released from his mouth as he speaks. he doesn't even really try to turn to face her, if just not wanting to risk tripping over his feet.
he wonders if it's also his own fault for sauntering away without a word. but, that was enough self-reflection for one day. ] Probably the same thing as you. [ defeating the lizards and pinpointing where the nearest generator was.
maybe. ] Is this new?
<3
Mm. Roseate Desire. They come from this pair of pink shoes I'm wearing right now.
[ she clinks them together like the girl of a certain fairytale. she smiles, and with another tap of her shoe, the lizards that are caught in the ribbons wriggle for dear life as the ribbons squeeze the life out of them until they die from suffocation. not a good way to go, isn't it.
but of course, she doesn't want to do that to yuwon. so she immediately lets him go, the ribbons coming loose as he is free from pink hell. sorry that didn't last long, king u_u ]
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he doesn't flinch back at the touch. instead he remains still, his eyes simply following her and her movements. then just like that and he's out of it. he flexes his arm momentarily, as if testing his present range of motion. ]
Is this just like that one other transformation...? [ it seems like a formidable ability in its own right. considering the sheer number of enemies, it seems helpful. especially, considering they grow their limbs back. still, she felt a little different somehow. though, he can't quite place his finger on it. maybe he's just thinking too much. but he is grateful for being let go, hence he gives her a small pat on the ... top of her hair. ]
But, thanks.
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wriothesley.
mostly after a mission, those are the typical thoughts that penetrate the inside of him mind— his present strength, his progress, his overall performance. despite saying this, he can't deny a natural sense of irritability that comes with. ... which is slightly out of the norm.
his mind easily connects it to the exposure to the rift, if just because he can't envision how anything else could affect him. including the blood and guts on his hands and all of his suit. he's already getting undressed from his plugsuit, but he can feel the grime touching his skin as he peels off the layer. then, he turns to look at a familiar face.
well, they are on the same team, so it's no surprise they're both in the showers. he seems to look him over, as if assessing for injuries, before his eyes end up facing back to the wall in front of him. he says nothing as he walks past him, his shoulders brushing up against wriothesley's unceremoniously.
he doesn't apologize, but he does give a brief nod of his head. ]
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Kaijus may change but the aftermath of a long fight always remains the same: a steady trickle of clean-up crew to the attack side, a defeated slouch of his shoulders as he musters up his last dregs of energy to head back to base, and a hot shower to clean off off the layers of grime and blood that always ends up clinging to his skin and hair.
Turns out, he's not the only one keen on a hot shower. Unfortunately, he's not terribly keen on sharing the showers with Yuwon given the uncertain β nature of their relationship, but fortunately he's tired enough that he thinks he can keep his mouth shut for once, which seems to be the root of most problems when it comes to Yuwon.
Unfortunately (again), it seems as though the irritation that's been building ever since the end of the mission is ready to overrule his exhaustion. The bump against his shoulder has him looking over, and the lack of acknowledgement following that has him frowning. ]
Not even going to apologize?
[ For....bumping into him..... ]
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at first, he just marvels on the fact that he can keep his mouth shut sometimes. amazing (jk), but considering the slouch of the man's shoulders when he first walked in, maybe the lack of conversation shouldn't exactly surprise him. he's more than prepared to simply go on his way, and he actually does for the most part, his bare feet stepping over the tiles like cyno's feet slap the sands of sumeru....
it's mostly quiet except and then wriothesley's inquiry, which he also doesn't address. instead, he already steps within the boundaries of one of the showers, even turning on the water, before he eventually turns his head back. there's an impulse in him... to just ignore him, but he fights it, if just to muster a small. ]
You're fine. [ lol. ]
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Guess who else hates it here? Wriothesley, who is absolutely not satisfied with the deadpan answer given. Had their talk in the bathrooms before really all been for nothing? (No, he's just reading way too much into things.)
But those rift side effects truly are something, because once again the rational part of his brain is pushed aside by petty annoyance, the fatigue still deep in his bones only serving to make everything worse. His hot shower goes forgotten as he pivots, his own bare feet slapping across the tiles like Nahida's bare feet across the streets of Sumeru City as he heads towards Yuwon... ]
Assuming things on my behalf again, are you? Or do you really not care?
[ Bro, he thought they were making progress. π ]
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if the other man had been tripping over his feet, or appeared more battered, perhaps there would have been a brief color of concern. instead, he's simply met a more blasΓ© reception, as he basically goes about his usual shower routine. even reaching for the shampoo... or whatever 13-in-1 shower gel they have.
except, his hands fall back to his side for a moment as soon as he hears wriothesley approaching him. he releases a small sigh, rolling his shoulders a bit in slight annoyance. was there really a reason for such a spectacle? or so he's thinking, but he's also not any better.
perhaps, feeling slightly taunted by his words, especially when yuwon feels like he's been relatively forthcoming with him recently. ] If it seems that way to you, [ but, he also doesn't correct himself either. ]
Then maybe it is. [ sorry wrio, it's nothing personal... π§ββοΈ ]
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rodion.
however, that wasn't the case here.
it's an odd concept that to share a common goal with others, regardless how temporary and fleeting of an alliance as it was. it doesn't mean, yuwon has necessarily let down his guard or unfurled the boundaries he's firmly erected, but that he was slightly more open. slightly. or maybe, he just feels that way especially around rodion who had bared parts of herself that she normally kept out of sight.
regardless, it's also true that he felt a sense of gratitude to her as well. the chocolates may have actually just been a convenient excuse. whatever the case is, yuwon texts her: ] I'm here, but take your time. [ he's not exactly dressed up. per usual, he's just wearing all black, and has his jacket on. he waits by leaning against one of the columns nearby the station... why do i feel like even waiting in front of the station is so shoujo... ]
time to put our shoujo plans into motion
[Some nights, she got plagued with thoughts of doubt. People encouraged her to open her heart more, even when it absolutely hurts. Her frozen heart is cracking over time as being outside the City and having different people from different worlds interact with her, telling her that her normal is not normal. It's unhealthy, which it is but it's so people don't try to take advantage of her and her weaknesses. To not fall into that same feeling after witnessing the consequences of her actions.
Now, she taking more gambles than ever. The gambling with her heart. She worries that she might have done too much too quickly, but what is done is done. She cannot take it back and all she can do is look forward without trying to thinking back on it. Move forward even with her heavy steps.
She went out into the city and talked with some of the locals, even got some possible future model jobs to try out. Something easy and painless that she wouldn't mind spending the energy. Now, she is excited about going out to eat with Yuwon as he wanted to show his gratitude for his gift. She's dressed pretty nice today, even if it's nothing new from her usual wear. She gives Yuwon a smile as she approaches him.]
I'm here! Hope you are feeling hungry because I am ready to eat~
not me zooming here from werk
he gives her a small nod, as he pulls a small canned drink out of his pocket. he holds it out to her. ] Drink this first. [ he doesn't bother with typical greetings and instead gives her a small health drink. he figures if she came after her civilian job or something, it'd help with any fatigue, or lingering lethargy from their kaiju battle. it's not that he's particularly thoughtful, but that it just made sense. normally, he tended to meet in cafes, or grab coffee on the way to somewhere, so it felt a bit more natural.
he guesses it's also because this city in some ways reminds him of life when he was just a college student. not that he had any real attachment to that lifestyle, but it's a nostalgia that remains all the same. ] I am pretty hungry.
I didn't have a meal yet today. [ aside from dried jerky or plain loaves of bread... ]
will sacrifice sleep for deito tags ποΈ
Despite The City being nothing short from hell, there is still those little moments of relaxation and she cherishes each and every one where she can unwind. Sometimes alone, sometimes with other people. Moments where they don't worry about fighting and surviving for a little while. Only living.]
Really? That's no good, but that means more to eat up tonight~
[They might as well get going since food, unfortunately, won't float towards them at the train station. Maybe one day, but it doesn't seems that day is today. Rodya holds her open hand out towards Yuwon, seeing what his reaction would be... Not the end of the world if he doesn't take it, but she gotta try something.]
What are you in the mood for? I don't really got a preference, but if you don't either, we can find whatever is open and not too busy.
stop, get sleep, but also thanks for feeding me ποΈ
but, he is looking forward to the meal. that much is true. even now, it kind of reminds him of when they first met. he was looking forward to eating something greasy (a stark contrast to the healthy drink he just gave her, but listen), and so even now, it seems to linger within him, building up even more of an appetite.
his eyes scan the area and he gives a brief nod. ] I think the next street over will be better then. [ it looks like he almost misses the hand that's held out, but just as he begins to turn his body slightly, he reaches back, his gloves hand grasping to take hold of hers. ] This way.
i did get sleep and i got the next 4 days off so ποΈ!
bless ποΈ
hehehe also closes eyes on the typos i missed....
me, grips your hand in solidarity
typo free tags? not today... not today.
this is never me...
its also never me who am i kidding-
stop, you and rodya are perf
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sorry, i had to change comps but crawls in shyly
gojo.
there was no use crying over spilt milk, and yet here it was in his hands. or rather, in his inventory. since receiving it, he's tested it's initial activation and pretty much nothing else. he supposed that's where gojo would come in.
that said, unlike how fast their initial conversation progressed, yuwon approaches the meeting place on foot. likely a little late, he doesn't appear the least bit apologetic. instead, he looks up at the man from a fair distance. ] You might be the only person who would be this excited to meet me at this hour.
[ ncue the usual embarrassing pre-fight dialogue. ]
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when yuwon finally appears, gojo is already awaiting him near the edge of the field, his hands tucked into his pants' pockets.
despite how dark it is at this hour (aside from some moonlight and a scattering of fireflies in the area), his blindfold remains secured around his eyes per usual. ]
I always have time to play with you. [ he also doesn't sleep much. ] So, are you gonna make me regret it now?
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at gojo's statement, however, he has to give a small ironic huff of humor. ] Isn't the whole point to make you regret it? You look like you could use some humbling. [ or so the vibe gojo gave dictated. it's always easy to see those who were confident in their strength, and he hasn't lost his ability to detect that even while being outside of the tower. that said, it isn't like self-assurance isn't justified.
as far as he could tell, gojo had all the reason for it. even if he'd never explicitly say this. that said, yuwon also gets right to it. he opens up his inventory and with his gloved hands, he grabs a glowing fragment. it's bright enough to light up where they stand. not that they needed the help with the fireflies. ]
So were you here to talk, or are you ready to use that body of yours?
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yuwon doesn't need to prompt him further though, especially not after pulling out that quaint glowstick. is that a new toy he wants to test out with him? well, since he is, in fact, here to use his body, why not cut to the chase and see how it works?
without wasting another word, gojo closes the distance between them as he aims a strike at his jaw.
c'mon, yuwon. show him what that shiny fragment can do~ ]
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he wonders if all sorcerers are this well-rounded. that said, despite holding the lightning bolt in his hand, it's clear he needs to create adequate distance, and just like that, he activates his holy fire. slowly it starts intercepting the space between them, as yuwon moves further back.
just like that, he holds the lightning bolt in hand and slowly it begins mixing together with his dark mana, creating a bolt of both dark and lightning energy. the casting time would take a while, but he presumes if he waits, he can find the perfect timing to use it. it'd be a lot easier if he could summon up arthur... ]
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tifa.
that when someone catches his attention. their movements were a bit different than what he's used to, but then again, he'd argue that it may have been natural if just because despite being the vice leader of the heavenly demonic sect, it didn't necessarily make him a martial artist in the true sense of the word. he considers this in the same way as he wielded a sword and yet he wouldn't necessarily consider himself a specialist.
hence, he does look her over, offering a small: ] What sort of technique is that?
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if it provided her with an added bit of intel to help out on the field, that was just an added benefit.
she's lost track of how many simulations she's gone through, the chime of her ocular implant alerting her when each was successfully cleared, asking if she wished to proceed to another level. the digitized kaiju shrinks from view from where she'd left it on its side, a whirl into the air that sent her heel reeling down into the monster's skull.
there's a light sheen of sweat clung to her collars, long hair pulled up but sticking in inky strands to her pulse point β she's about to signal for the next round when a voice greets her close enough to startle, ruby eyes glancing over her shoulder to find his. )
Hm? ( the note comes on the tail end of an exerted exhale, taking her a moment to draw herself back, flexing fingers in her gauntlets. )
Oh, it's Zangan-Ryu, martial arts. You... probably haven't heard of it, huh?
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it just wasn't practical to think he could delve that deeply into something he saw for the first time today, anyway. hence, he seems to put a pause on his own thoughts as he gives a brief shake of his head. there's a natural stoicism to his response. despite being the one that may have sparked this conversation, he seems just as ready to drop it. but, almost as if he catches himself, he grips his sword tightly. ]
I haven't, but you looked skilled. [ it's easy to tell when people are dedicated to a specific type of martial arts. while yuwon wasn't necessarily the type to ask for a fight out of the blue, it's true he wanted to see what martial arts from a world outside of the tower was like. ]
If you're tired of the simulator, want to trade a couple of punches with me?
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really, she's not used to having so many people in one place to learn from, especially combatively. it hadn't been difficult to figure that they'd all been brought here for a reason β wouldn't it be foolish of her not to be curious what that might be, for anyone she encountered?
she's not averse to a compliment, the subtle rise of a smile finding her lips. ] I've had a lot of practice. [ it's a light word for it, really, but it wasn't often someone took an interest in her techniques.
her own figure shifts to face him a bit more properly, warming to something far more open, a glint of interest glimmering across her gaze at his offering. ] I'd like that, actually. [ tone evens out as the steady-thump of her pulse gradually begins to slow, the battlefield behind her glitching back to a quiet, glaringly open room. ]
Are you trained, yourself?
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instead, the best he could do is focus on the now. especially, since she seems to have accepted his offer, which he also seems to return with a small nod of comprehension. while there could be a small quirk of his lips, it's near impossible to detect.
when the room shifts, he also opens up his inventory. he gently places his sword back in there. it's honestly been a while since he fought solely with his fists, and somehow another memory resurfaces that he has to bite down when he responds. ]
Something like that. [ ... ] I'm not really a martial artist, but I trained with some before. [ a brief pause, as he gives an easygoing shrug. ] I don't think I'll disappoint you, though. [ why is battle dialogue so painful... but, at least it's better than yuwon's usual go-to of taunting. for once, it does seem like an attempt at casting out some form of good will (citation needed) before they spar. ]