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006. Text/Action for Violet City
[TEXT]
[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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[Ishimaru's statement catches him off guard and Mondo frowns.]
I'm glad that's not what you meant. 'Cause I never would've done that. Intentionally, at least. That's really horrible. Where'd you even get an idea like that?
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She said it's because I'm stupid enough to not be able to tell.
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[He rubs at the back of his neck, finding that statement to be a bit awkward for some reason.]
I won't stand for people doing that to you though! So if Kirigiri - or anyone - says shit like that to you again, let me know, alright? I'll make sure they know that it's fucking horrible!
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[He hesitates for a moment once that's out there; this entire thing is awkward, for varying reasons, and it takes him a moment to force himself to keep going. His speech is rapid when he manages, though.]
I don't see the difference between that and what you were doing with regards to Ryder, though - it wasn't to shut me up entirely, but it was to make me leave you alone about it instead of just telling me what you were doing. Right?
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[He pauses to consider it though and winces.]
But I can see where it would look like that. Fuck, I dunno, maybe I was doing it without really thinking about it, y'know? But I'd never intentionally do something like that to you, kyoudai. Never. That shit's unforgivable.
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[He shakes his head a bit.]
I shouldn't have doubted you.
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[Mondo reaches out to squeeze Ishimaru's shoulder reassuringly.]
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[It's awkward, but at least it's genuine; he does believe that much.]
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I'm glad to hear that! I wouldn't ever want you to think that I'd hurt you like that, kyoudai!
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[...that's...kind of what it comes down to, isn't it.]
...You're a really good guy, kyoudai. I look up to you a lot for that.
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[But he's not a good guy. He kills Fujisaki. Or well, he will when he returns. If he returns. ...If is good.]
I think you've got that backwards! I look up to you a lot for that! You've got the strongest set of morals I've ever seen! It's pretty fucking impressive!
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Well, of course; morals are something that I've never questioned. If I can help people that way, then I will.
But you want to help people and make things right, and I don't think it's just because of any sort of morals or rules, but it's because you want to. I think that's really admirable.
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[Of course he's also bright red, but it's because he's not sure how to properly accept a compliment of that magnitude. It's not something he ever really thinks about doing, he just does it.]
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[He reaches out to squeeze Mondo's shoulder firmly before he pulls away, seeming content with how all this has gone.]
We should probably start with preparations, then; we'll leave within the next couple of days, if that's fine with you?
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Yeah, that sounds great! I can't wait to check out the hot springs! That should be pretty fucking fun!