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[OPEN] it’s brash, just don’t go
WHO: Tezcatlipoca and YOU!!
WHAT: A night out at the city's worst bar—This is a mingle for everyone to join in on!
WHERE: 12 Steps Down
WHEN: Roughly a week after returning to the base
WARNINGS: Drinking, potentially heavy drinking, drinking-related rowdiness... etc
Tucked into an alley of Tokyo is an unassuming, almost nondescript door, if not for the bright, neon sign above it. It’s more than twelve steps, but head down a narrow staircase and you’ll find a small, dimly lit bar. The décor is eclectic to the point that it feels like a hodge-podge of the failed bars that came before it that they didn’t bother to redecorate, the bathroom stalls have shower curtains instead of doors, and the drinks are some of the cheapest you’ll find in town. And for most, that’s the charm.
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After a particularly difficult and unusual kaiju battle, Tezcatlipoca has taken it upon himself to offer a chance for rest. The problem is, it’s his idea of it for this group, which means he thinks his fellow Outsiders need a chance to let loose. So, after talking to the owner of the bar he’s worked at since he arrived, he’s arranged for a night all for themselves. Outsiders only, and the bar is open.
A message is sent out on the network to that effect and includes the address, but this is also an opportunity to make new friends, since it is not a big bar. There’s scarcely a corner for even the wallflowers to fade into the background, so, hey. Might as well hang out at a high-top with your fellow Outsiders and commiserate on the events. Or maybe just take a night to truly not think about it at all.
Throughout the night, you might find some extra activities, in case they’re needed. With every drink you try, you’ll get handed a raffle ticket for crapple—that is, a “crap raffle”. Try your luck and see what you could win! Are you interested in battleshots? Grab a partner (or get forced into it by Tezcatlipoca), and try and sink their battleship. Or, later in the night if you’re especially brave, Tezcatlipoca will shoo everyone out of a corner to set up karaoke. The lyrics show up on your implant, so it’s extra convenient!
Relax if you want. Get rowdy if you want. What happens here stays here, at least in Tezcatlipoca’s opinion.
© tessisamess
WHAT: A night out at the city's worst bar—This is a mingle for everyone to join in on!
WHERE: 12 Steps Down
WHEN: Roughly a week after returning to the base
WARNINGS: Drinking, potentially heavy drinking, drinking-related rowdiness... etc
12 STEPS DOWN
" Nobody really makes a clear-minded decision to visit 12 Steps Down. Instead, the place is a siren that calls to people after three to seven drinks, promising delight and delivering destruction. After a certain point in the night, if you are within a mile’s radius of the bar, you are in the danger zone. "
Tucked into an alley of Tokyo is an unassuming, almost nondescript door, if not for the bright, neon sign above it. It’s more than twelve steps, but head down a narrow staircase and you’ll find a small, dimly lit bar. The décor is eclectic to the point that it feels like a hodge-podge of the failed bars that came before it that they didn’t bother to redecorate, the bathroom stalls have shower curtains instead of doors, and the drinks are some of the cheapest you’ll find in town. And for most, that’s the charm.
REST (?) & RELAXATION (???)
After a particularly difficult and unusual kaiju battle, Tezcatlipoca has taken it upon himself to offer a chance for rest. The problem is, it’s his idea of it for this group, which means he thinks his fellow Outsiders need a chance to let loose. So, after talking to the owner of the bar he’s worked at since he arrived, he’s arranged for a night all for themselves. Outsiders only, and the bar is open.
A message is sent out on the network to that effect and includes the address, but this is also an opportunity to make new friends, since it is not a big bar. There’s scarcely a corner for even the wallflowers to fade into the background, so, hey. Might as well hang out at a high-top with your fellow Outsiders and commiserate on the events. Or maybe just take a night to truly not think about it at all.
Throughout the night, you might find some extra activities, in case they’re needed. With every drink you try, you’ll get handed a raffle ticket for crapple—that is, a “crap raffle”. Try your luck and see what you could win! Are you interested in battleshots? Grab a partner (or get forced into it by Tezcatlipoca), and try and sink their battleship. Or, later in the night if you’re especially brave, Tezcatlipoca will shoo everyone out of a corner to set up karaoke. The lyrics show up on your implant, so it’s extra convenient!
Relax if you want. Get rowdy if you want. What happens here stays here, at least in Tezcatlipoca’s opinion.
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the drink smells fruity, coconut and mango, maybe pineapple. ]
Do you like peenya-koradas, Raidou?
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He looks at Choso's drink and shakes his head after a moment. He hasn't had very many drinks in his time.]
Is it good?
[It does smell rather sweet... That's a selling point for him.]
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[ with a look at Raidou’s sad glass of Nasty Grape Juice, Choso offers his own glass in tribute. ]
Want to try?
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He then slides his glass of wine over to share. Want some nasty grape juice?]
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… but it’s Raidou’s, and it seems only proper to have a go after sharing his own, so Choso braces himself and take a sip.
… egh. ]
I can get you another korada.
[ please. ]
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[That's okay, he'll take it back. He gives Choso a nod in agreement for another pina colada. Why not mix it up? Life's short.
By the time Choso gets back with the next one, Raidou's wine glass is empty.]
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[ he can’t lie to the Summoner. but off he goes, eager to give Raidou something Better to imbibe.
when Choso returns, it’s with two glasses; one for Raidou, another for himself, both with tiny umbrellas that were, in fact, absolutely necessary. the emptied glass only garners a lifted brow of some kind. sasuga, Raidou. ]
Here. Save yourself.
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[That's all Choso hears muttered as he walks off. Raidou is happy enough to try whatever someone hands him, so long as it's sweet enough. He nods in thanks, picking out the little umbrella and looking it over before taking a drink. Why was that in there?
Raidou's quiet as he drinks for a moment, before looking at Choso, thinking. Brow furrowed just a little bit. Yuji wanted him to talk to Choso. Right. He opens his mouth to say something, stops for a second, then starts again.]
We match now.
[Not just the drinks. Raidou taps the side of his nose, indicating the new scar, before doing the same to Choso's nose. No, this isn't what he actually wanted to ask. Bare with him, he'll get there.]
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but as Raidou points it out, Choso cannot help but lean on in, reaching out to— no, he doesn’t quite touch the scar, but it’s close, the pad of his finger hovering only millimetres away, like he could feel the heat off skin. ]
We do now.
Does it still hurt?
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He shakes his head lightly at the question.]
No. It's all healed up.
[The med team set his nose back into place and patched his pretty face up, and nanobots took care of the rest. It could have been a lot worse.]
The person who did it
... was not in their right mind at the time. Fighting off being purified. Trying to keep me from getting close.
[As such, the assailant shall remain anonymous.]
It's easy, to be angry with them. All of them. But the corruption was not their fault. I'm trying to keep that in mind.
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the thought, followed by Raidou’s words, sits like a strange, cold stone settling into the centre of Choso’s chest, weighty in a way that presses down on his bones, his organs, his blood. he pulls his hand back, curls it around his glass.
-the corruption was not their fault. ]
It is good that they have all been brought back.
[ it sounds a little hollow to his own ears, so to distract himself from the growing morass in his gut, Choso finishes off his first pina colada before picking up the second. ]
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Yes. I need to check in with them. Mostly I've been helping those that returned with some corruption still lingering. When I've not been sleeping.
[He's been doing a lot of that, and it looks like he could still use a little more. He knows he needs to get over the lingering anger he has for Ereshkigal, and Ratio especially. Eresh didn't ask to get knocked into the rift, to become corrupted and drag everyone else along. Ratio never would have hurt Yuji in such a way had he not been just as twisted.
He just needs some time.]
Have you had a chance to speak with any of them yet...?
[None of them were in attendance here, but that probably isn't a surprise.]
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Yuji and Bakugo, only. I mean to speak to Silco soon.
[ he tries not to think too hard on ereshkigal and kenj
k
ratio
another gulp, quickly taken. ]
I don’t think I’m ready to talk to— to the others yet.
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[Raidou finishes off that colada faster than he meant to. He rubs tiredly at his eyes.]
That was good. Thanks.
[Was coming here a good idea? Probably not. He's only feeling sleepier, and leans a shoulder against Choso's.]
...How is Yuji?
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the glass is drained, set down so the umbrella might bumble and clatter in its empty well. ]
… I will. Eventually.
[ it is the most he can promise right now, at least. for now, he kind of scooches a little closer, head tipping so his weird odango can squish atop Raidou’s hat. ]
Yuji is looking better. His time with Nanami was good for him, and he is eating again.
But he is hurting, inside. He is so full of hurt, I do not know if I can fix it.
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[He nods lightly, mostly felt instead of seen.]
I don't know if I can either.
[He swallows, his voice fragile.]
And I went and made things worse for him. I just want him to... to be. To be okay as he possibly can.
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[ he bonks his head on the top of the hat, like punctuation.]
But still we must try. No matter how you or I feel about it or ourselves, we must try still.
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[He shrugs a little. To help? To do anything?]
Instead, I-I only... I asked too much of him. So all I've done was add to his worries.
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[ maybe it’s the drink, loosening Choso’ tongue so, but the Doubt is loud in his tone. ]
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I... I wanted him to promise me he wouldn't do something like this again. At the worst possible moment. I-I just...
[If he could crawl under the table and die now, that would be great. He considers it.]
I was just... scared.
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[ he lifts his head… and then smacks his cheek back down on top of Raidou’s hat like a strange hammer. ]
That’s so polite and the least of the things that have likely been said to him.
Do you know what I told him when he first left? Hah?
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I... asked him to promise to never leave me behind again. He couldn't. And I don't think he ever can.
[Maybe it doesn't seem like much, but was a second heartbreak after the first from being left behind in the first place. Choso can hear it in his voice.]
It was a foolish thing to ask. Especially when he was close to dying in my arms.
[His head turns ever so slightly, not that he can actually look at Choso from this angle.]
No. What?
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I said he was like our father.
[ the disdain Choso holds for himself for this is Immense. it’s positively dripping. ]
Have some faith in yourself and go ask him again now that my guts aren’t caked under his nails.
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[He has to pull that hat up a little so he can see.]
Oh.
[He doesn't know the details of all that. But he can tell from the way Choso says it how bad it is.]
I... we did talk about it. A little. H-He said... he'd promise to "do better".
[Yuji isn't one to make empty promises, so Raidou was at least glad to hear it. But was that enough? it felt like cold comfort.]
He... he needs time yet. But I told him I don't want to demand anything from him. Not really.
[In that moment, with Yuji bleeding and struggling to breathe from the damage Raidou had done to him, Raidou was terrified of losing him for good. His words got away from him.]
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Hold him to it. [ bonk. ] It seems like- [ bonk. ] -the more gentle and accepting I am to him, the worse off he feels.
[ bonk. ]
Like he wants to be… not punished, but- [ bonk. ] -but something else. Held, eh. Accountable?
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