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- oh honey no,
- skills learned in murderschool,
- weirdly academic interest in hobbies,
- you tried
006. Text/Action for Violet City
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[Today's post is a bit different, the usual video completely absent; he's not been much in the mood for talking to others lately.
However, there are reasons why he thinks he probably should. So text it is.]
As much as we don't always understand or like it very much, the experiences we've had in this place are things to be cherished, I think. It's a good opportunity that we've been given, to meet others we might never have known and share ideas that we might never have come across otherwise.
I feel very blessed to have met all of you. If I haven't spoken to you, then I want to eventually; I'm sure there are things we can learn from one another, if given the opportunity. I still haven't found what it is I'm supposed to do with myself here - but I don't think that stagnation is acceptable, either. For now, I think "working on making things right" is a satisfactory goal, and one that I need to keep in mind more often, maybe.
Either way, I hope that today is a good and productive day for you - and if not, that tomorrow will be better.
[...it's a little subdued and Not Exactly Okay - by Ishimaru's usual standards, anyway - but he sends it anyway; it's just something he's needed to get out there, really.
Somebody's dealing with his first sudden-disappearance-from-Johto experience over here; it's not going too well, but he's trying to get back on track the only way he really knows how.]
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[Ishimaru's been making himself scarce lately; he's used the few days he's had since turning twenty to throw himself into being a complete workaholic, and while that's been good for replenishing what he's spent (and he's been spending much more than usual over the last couple of weeks, something he's been feeling intensely guilty about), there have been other abovementioned reasons for his radio silence and general avoidance of everyone.
But he's off today and the streets of Violet City are welcome, even if he does seem a bit jittery. He's out of his normal uniform, for one thing, and it's still something he's completely unused to - the military-style boots are the same, of course, but he's got black pants on under them, the stiff ones he usually uses for travelling purposes despite the fact that he's doing nothing of the sort just now; as for the rest...he has no idea where Naegi even found the thing in Johto, but he is currently +1 trendy-as-hell hoodie, white with red and black accents and more zippers than he knows what to do with. He still feels more than a bit out-of-place wearing it, but it's something he could get used to. Maybe. The hood's dropped back over his shoulders; it seems to be...weirdly weighted down by something, and if he's seen at the right moment, there's what's undeniably some sort of cat in there, peeking out over his shoulder. Meowth, from the look of it. A very, very runty one, but a Meowth regardless.
Of course, he's got other reasons for the nerves, apparently; he comes to a stop outside the local bar, looking up at it in the way that one does when they know they have absolutely no reason for going in there and are probably going to get thrown out because...well, god only knows why. It's a ridiculous notion, especially given that no one here seems to care about the local drinking age, if one even exists; Oowada had taken him in there shortly after his birthday, and he's come back frequently since, immediately after he's off work. Which wouldn't be too weird - he can do as he pleases, after all - if he didn't get off work in the middle of the afternoon.
Clearly, it's five o'clock somewhere.
However, once he slips inside, he's actually not interested in drinking; what's got his attention is the billiards table in the back room. That's where he goes immediately, setting the Meowth down on one of the nearby stools before picking one of the cue sticks off the back wall. It's not high-quality (nor is the table, really) but he's not going to complain; it's just for the sake of amusing himself, anyway. He'd noticed the setup when he'd come in here the first time, with Oowada; he hadn't played then, but it's what he's been coming back for.
Pool is geometry, when it comes down to it - geometry and physics, all angles and force and arcs; even so, he's still not sure where he picked up how to play. It's just something he knows how to do; if he were to dwell on it for long enough, he'd likely think that it's something he doesn't remember due to the incident in the school. But for now, he doesn't want to think; he racks up easily, and when he shoots, the break is a clean one.]
[Today's post is a bit different, the usual video completely absent; he's not been much in the mood for talking to others lately.
However, there are reasons why he thinks he probably should. So text it is.]
As much as we don't always understand or like it very much, the experiences we've had in this place are things to be cherished, I think. It's a good opportunity that we've been given, to meet others we might never have known and share ideas that we might never have come across otherwise.
I feel very blessed to have met all of you. If I haven't spoken to you, then I want to eventually; I'm sure there are things we can learn from one another, if given the opportunity. I still haven't found what it is I'm supposed to do with myself here - but I don't think that stagnation is acceptable, either. For now, I think "working on making things right" is a satisfactory goal, and one that I need to keep in mind more often, maybe.
Either way, I hope that today is a good and productive day for you - and if not, that tomorrow will be better.
[...it's a little subdued and Not Exactly Okay - by Ishimaru's usual standards, anyway - but he sends it anyway; it's just something he's needed to get out there, really.
Somebody's dealing with his first sudden-disappearance-from-Johto experience over here; it's not going too well, but he's trying to get back on track the only way he really knows how.]
[ACTION]
[Ishimaru's been making himself scarce lately; he's used the few days he's had since turning twenty to throw himself into being a complete workaholic, and while that's been good for replenishing what he's spent (and he's been spending much more than usual over the last couple of weeks, something he's been feeling intensely guilty about), there have been other abovementioned reasons for his radio silence and general avoidance of everyone.
But he's off today and the streets of Violet City are welcome, even if he does seem a bit jittery. He's out of his normal uniform, for one thing, and it's still something he's completely unused to - the military-style boots are the same, of course, but he's got black pants on under them, the stiff ones he usually uses for travelling purposes despite the fact that he's doing nothing of the sort just now; as for the rest...he has no idea where Naegi even found the thing in Johto, but he is currently +1 trendy-as-hell hoodie, white with red and black accents and more zippers than he knows what to do with. He still feels more than a bit out-of-place wearing it, but it's something he could get used to. Maybe. The hood's dropped back over his shoulders; it seems to be...weirdly weighted down by something, and if he's seen at the right moment, there's what's undeniably some sort of cat in there, peeking out over his shoulder. Meowth, from the look of it. A very, very runty one, but a Meowth regardless.
Of course, he's got other reasons for the nerves, apparently; he comes to a stop outside the local bar, looking up at it in the way that one does when they know they have absolutely no reason for going in there and are probably going to get thrown out because...well, god only knows why. It's a ridiculous notion, especially given that no one here seems to care about the local drinking age, if one even exists; Oowada had taken him in there shortly after his birthday, and he's come back frequently since, immediately after he's off work. Which wouldn't be too weird - he can do as he pleases, after all - if he didn't get off work in the middle of the afternoon.
Clearly, it's five o'clock somewhere.
However, once he slips inside, he's actually not interested in drinking; what's got his attention is the billiards table in the back room. That's where he goes immediately, setting the Meowth down on one of the nearby stools before picking one of the cue sticks off the back wall. It's not high-quality (nor is the table, really) but he's not going to complain; it's just for the sake of amusing himself, anyway. He'd noticed the setup when he'd come in here the first time, with Oowada; he hadn't played then, but it's what he's been coming back for.
Pool is geometry, when it comes down to it - geometry and physics, all angles and force and arcs; even so, he's still not sure where he picked up how to play. It's just something he knows how to do; if he were to dwell on it for long enough, he'd likely think that it's something he doesn't remember due to the incident in the school. But for now, he doesn't want to think; he racks up easily, and when he shoots, the break is a clean one.]
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He doesn't quite realize how cold it looks, but so it goes.]
Ah, I remember you telling me about that; there's apparently a gym there as well, the most difficult in the region. It might be good to challenge ourselves, don't you think?
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[Mondo brightens considerably at that; the idea of traveling with Ishimaru again actually excites him as opposed to anything else. The hot springs will certainly be interesting as well and something else to look forward to.]
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[Well, he certainly seems pleased; he sets his hand down on the table again, focusing intently on the four ball before banking it hard off the felt-covered side of the table, driving it solidly into another one of the pockets.]
I'm looking forward to it!
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[Mondo watches Ishimaru sink the shot, grinning widely.]
Damn, you're really good at this! You sure you haven't played before?
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Of course I am - I never really had time for anything like this back home.
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[Maybe he should have been admitted to Hope's Peak as the SHSL Billiards Player...]
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I...I suppose. It's not really anything I've been dwelling on.
[He shrugs a little before leaning forward again, setting up another shot.]
It's relaxing, anyway!
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[It really is nice to see Ishimaru enjoying himself--
ooh
that is a nice position, kyoudai, just stay right there
holy shit dat ass
just let him stare for a moment okay]
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[...thankfully he's utterly oblivious to you doing that, because what the hell, kyoudai. Just. Let him take his shot, okay, he won't be here forever.]
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[aww do you have to move
well, it was nice while it lasted]
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Kuwata-kun seems to be under the impression that I need to work on it.
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[But that's said teasingly! It's as if he totally wasn't staring at your ass five seconds ago!
...Probably because he's too stupid to realize he was legitimately staring at your ass. Whoops.]
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Though it's not really like Ishimaru's paying much attention to it either; after all, that's a bit of an odd assumption to make just because why would you.]
Ah, do you think so? I mean, it's not like there's a way to gauge that, how much one should be having or not!
[..........]
...Is there?
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[As though this isn't anything he'd considered before; he tenses up again quickly, as though trying to cover up for the momentary falter there.]
For the most part, work is what I want to do - and besides, there's nothing to be gained from things like this! Nothing useful, anyway!!
[...Mnnngh. Just. Let him glance at the table again.]
...It...is enjoyable, though. Once in a while.
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[He knows there's no point in trying to argue whether or not this is useful; Ishimaru obviously doesn't think it is and there's nothing that will change his mind on it.]
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[Look he's trying, okay
how do you people deal with this whole "having a life" thing anyway >:T ]
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[~It is a mystery~]
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[Hm.]
What do you plan on doing, kyoudai? Since we're going to be here for a long time, I mean.
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[He shrugs. He's not really entirely sure what he'll do here; he hasn't given it much thought.]
What about you?
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[He laughs, intending that to be a joke. It's not really a joke at all though; he certainly wouldn't mind having Ishimaru stick with him.]
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Of course, kyoudai - why wouldn't I? Even after I work things out for myself, I still won't want to be too far from you; you're too important to me for that!
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[He certainly is, and if he wasn't holding your runty Meowth, he'd get up and brohug you.]
I wouldn't want to be too far from you either!
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