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recolle2017-03-25 02:38 pm
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[open] I'd like to believe you're flying within yourself
WHO: Yasusada Yamato and you!
WHERE: Tisse, Tribunal Terrace, and Apprassage!
WHEN: 3/24
WHAT: Yamato regains an awesome fighting skill and promptly loses a fight, wanders around town being confusedhelp him
WARNINGS: mild violence in the form of sparring
I. (the one with the info dump)
[There are a number of reasons Yamato isn't a kendo instructor.
For one thing, he's too young. Even though he's been a student at his dojo since he was a child, he's still only 21 years old; his former teacher had studied kendo for over the entire span of Yamato's lifetime thus far. However, and this is a point Yamato has argued more than once, student instructors aren't a rarity at all. He'd in no way claim to be a master, but surely by now he could handle a few beginners.
He's not wrong, exactly. And nobody could say he isn't passionate, or dedicated. When his bokuto's out of his hand, he's generally easy to be around, and by all rights, he should make an excellent teacher.
It's just that, well... regardless of what kind of fight it is, Yamato can get a little... too... intense.
Until he can learn to tone down the ferocity and recklessness, he isn't going to officially be teaching anybody. And given the way this current spar is going, it doesn't look like that's going to happen soon. His opponent is a fellow student he's fought (and defeated) many times, and Yamato knows him too well--this spar will be his, too.
Except that it isn't.
Yamato's always been a good fighter. Oh, he strategizes and plans, of course, but he's used to following the flow of a fight as well, be it in an alley with some punks or right here in his home away from home. So it isn't the first time his body seems to move on its own--but it is the first time it does something like this.
His bokuto moves quickly--striking once, twice, three times, too fast to block and too hard to brace against. It's the kind of strike meant to do serious damage, to incapacitate an opponent immediately and bring about a quick end to the fight. It's also not the kind of strike he would ever instinctively do--nothing like the sorts of moves he's used to. It's not even a valid strike.
So why on earth does he do it?
It throws him off so badly that he stops, startled and confused, long enough for his opponent to recover and charge at him. He'd hit hard enough that the guy's heavily favoring one arm over the other, but Yamato's focus has been destroyed, and he doesn't even manage to block in time. His opponent makes short work of him after that, and the spar is over before Yamato's even gotten his thoughts together.
That was two hours ago. Now, he's standing in the park, slowly practicing the strike he'd performed with a troubled look on his face. He's in casual clothes now, jacket tied around his waist and clear bruises on his arms and beneath the collar of his shirt. He's too caught up in what he's doing to notice anybody stopping and staring--or to notice if he's backing up into somebody else. So if you don't call out to him, he may very well crash right into you.
He probably won't hit you with his bokuto when he whips around to apologize, though.
Probably.]
Sorry, sorry! Are you okay?
II. (the one with the nail polish)
[As much as he'd like to sit around and figure out his life, Yamato does have responsibilities. So he drops his stuff off at home and heads to the library for his shift, settling into the children's section and trying to clear his mind for a while.
Something must show on his face, though. Halfway through his shift, a little girl--8, maybe 9 at the most--looks up from her book (A Little Princess, incidentally), peers at him, and demands that he come sit with her and cheer up.
He doesn't go into details, of course--not because she's a little girl, but because he doesn't know what he would say--but he admits that he isn't sure how, and the girl immediately takes matters into her own hands. And his.
So if you happen to see him in the library during his shift, arranging books on the shelves or carrying a stack back to its proper location, you might notice he now has glittery nail polish on.
It's purple.
And even if he knows you, he isn't going to talk about it. He just smiles (and indeed, it's a little more relaxed than before) and waves.]
Hey, do you need anything?
III. (the one when I remember he's a college student)
[And a pretty good student, at that, even if he couldn't care less about graduating. His major is philosophy, of all things. FREE HIM FROM THIS TEDIOUS LIFE.
But no, he enjoys it well enough, actually. Maybe not his major, per se, which he'd literally picked by closing his eyes and pointing--but the classes he actually chose properly, like political science, or international studies. His workload isn't the heaviest, but that doesn't free him from the burden that his homework. And, just like any responsible college student, Yamato's waited until the last minute to finish writing an essay that's due in... oh... 45 minutes.
Whoops.
It's a familiar sight on campus--some poor student sitting at a table outside, hurried typing away on a computer and glancing at the clock. But of course the world can't go easy on him, which is why a light breeze sweeps past, scattering the papers he'd already printed out and thoughtlessly left on top of his bag.]
Ah, no no no--! [He lunges across the table to try and catch a few, but that jostles his coffee cup enough to knock it over, and he's forced to let them go in order to grab his laptop and his bag, saving them from Coffee Stain Doom. Anybody around will be treated to the rare sound of Yamato colorfully swearing in both English and Japanese, because why. Why.]
IV. (the wildcard)
[Got something else you want to do? Feel free! I'm open to just about anything.]
(ooc: If you'd like to see the in-canon version of sandanzuki and Kashuu's explanation of it, you can watch here, at 7 minutes and 57 seconds. But the tl;dr is that yams can hit people better now and he's confused about it so he gets his nails done by a kid and suffers like a typical college student. COME SAVE HIM.)
WHERE: Tisse, Tribunal Terrace, and Apprassage!
WHEN: 3/24
WHAT: Yamato regains an awesome fighting skill and promptly loses a fight, wanders around town being confused
WARNINGS: mild violence in the form of sparring
I. (the one with the info dump)
[There are a number of reasons Yamato isn't a kendo instructor.
For one thing, he's too young. Even though he's been a student at his dojo since he was a child, he's still only 21 years old; his former teacher had studied kendo for over the entire span of Yamato's lifetime thus far. However, and this is a point Yamato has argued more than once, student instructors aren't a rarity at all. He'd in no way claim to be a master, but surely by now he could handle a few beginners.
He's not wrong, exactly. And nobody could say he isn't passionate, or dedicated. When his bokuto's out of his hand, he's generally easy to be around, and by all rights, he should make an excellent teacher.
It's just that, well... regardless of what kind of fight it is, Yamato can get a little... too... intense.
Until he can learn to tone down the ferocity and recklessness, he isn't going to officially be teaching anybody. And given the way this current spar is going, it doesn't look like that's going to happen soon. His opponent is a fellow student he's fought (and defeated) many times, and Yamato knows him too well--this spar will be his, too.
Except that it isn't.
Yamato's always been a good fighter. Oh, he strategizes and plans, of course, but he's used to following the flow of a fight as well, be it in an alley with some punks or right here in his home away from home. So it isn't the first time his body seems to move on its own--but it is the first time it does something like this.
His bokuto moves quickly--striking once, twice, three times, too fast to block and too hard to brace against. It's the kind of strike meant to do serious damage, to incapacitate an opponent immediately and bring about a quick end to the fight. It's also not the kind of strike he would ever instinctively do--nothing like the sorts of moves he's used to. It's not even a valid strike.
So why on earth does he do it?
It throws him off so badly that he stops, startled and confused, long enough for his opponent to recover and charge at him. He'd hit hard enough that the guy's heavily favoring one arm over the other, but Yamato's focus has been destroyed, and he doesn't even manage to block in time. His opponent makes short work of him after that, and the spar is over before Yamato's even gotten his thoughts together.
That was two hours ago. Now, he's standing in the park, slowly practicing the strike he'd performed with a troubled look on his face. He's in casual clothes now, jacket tied around his waist and clear bruises on his arms and beneath the collar of his shirt. He's too caught up in what he's doing to notice anybody stopping and staring--or to notice if he's backing up into somebody else. So if you don't call out to him, he may very well crash right into you.
He probably won't hit you with his bokuto when he whips around to apologize, though.
Probably.]
Sorry, sorry! Are you okay?
II. (the one with the nail polish)
[As much as he'd like to sit around and figure out his life, Yamato does have responsibilities. So he drops his stuff off at home and heads to the library for his shift, settling into the children's section and trying to clear his mind for a while.
Something must show on his face, though. Halfway through his shift, a little girl--8, maybe 9 at the most--looks up from her book (A Little Princess, incidentally), peers at him, and demands that he come sit with her and cheer up.
He doesn't go into details, of course--not because she's a little girl, but because he doesn't know what he would say--but he admits that he isn't sure how, and the girl immediately takes matters into her own hands. And his.
So if you happen to see him in the library during his shift, arranging books on the shelves or carrying a stack back to its proper location, you might notice he now has glittery nail polish on.
It's purple.
And even if he knows you, he isn't going to talk about it. He just smiles (and indeed, it's a little more relaxed than before) and waves.]
Hey, do you need anything?
III. (the one when I remember he's a college student)
[And a pretty good student, at that, even if he couldn't care less about graduating. His major is philosophy, of all things. FREE HIM FROM THIS TEDIOUS LIFE.
But no, he enjoys it well enough, actually. Maybe not his major, per se, which he'd literally picked by closing his eyes and pointing--but the classes he actually chose properly, like political science, or international studies. His workload isn't the heaviest, but that doesn't free him from the burden that his homework. And, just like any responsible college student, Yamato's waited until the last minute to finish writing an essay that's due in... oh... 45 minutes.
Whoops.
It's a familiar sight on campus--some poor student sitting at a table outside, hurried typing away on a computer and glancing at the clock. But of course the world can't go easy on him, which is why a light breeze sweeps past, scattering the papers he'd already printed out and thoughtlessly left on top of his bag.]
Ah, no no no--! [He lunges across the table to try and catch a few, but that jostles his coffee cup enough to knock it over, and he's forced to let them go in order to grab his laptop and his bag, saving them from Coffee Stain Doom. Anybody around will be treated to the rare sound of Yamato colorfully swearing in both English and Japanese, because why. Why.]
IV. (the wildcard)
[Got something else you want to do? Feel free! I'm open to just about anything.]
(ooc: If you'd like to see the in-canon version of sandanzuki and Kashuu's explanation of it, you can watch here, at 7 minutes and 57 seconds. But the tl;dr is that yams can hit people better now and he's confused about it so he gets his nails done by a kid and suffers like a typical college student. COME SAVE HIM.)
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Anyway, they get seated, Yato orders pancakes and waffles and root beer, and hash browns too cuz they need something to wash out the sugar, and also a big omelette with veggies and stuff because there should probably be nutrition in here somewhere. Once the waitress bustles off with that order, Yato leans back and tosses an arm up on the back of his booth seat. ]
Alright, let's try this again. Tell me what's really upsetting you. And don't give me roundabout talk about the move.
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He's distracted enough by the absurdity of this order that the question catches him off-guard, and he blinks, pausing with his water glass halfway to his mouth.]
That is what I'm upset about. [It's true; maybe if this was something he's less invested in, he wouldn't be kicking up such a big fuss. But kendo is his life, has been for as long as he can remember, and if his body is going to start doing things without his consent...]
I've never lost control of myself like that before. Not like that. It was seriously like I was possessed for a second. [Sure, he gets way too into fights sometimes, and he basically has to get clonked on the head to snap him out of it, but-- he's still aware of what he's doing. Every strike he goes for is intentional, every punch or kick a decision he's made himself.
He sighs, slumping back against the booth and rubbing his face.] And it happened right after those dreams, so I just... I feel like I don't know what's happening anymore. Everyone keeps saying they're memories, but I'm not so sure.
[Yamato did you forget you never told Yato about the dreams... (yes, yes he did.)]
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Yato doesn't really get it... Probably because he hasn't had to deal with anything like it. Sympathy has never been his strongest trait? But Yamato wouldn't get upset over nothing, so Yato will... try to understand... ]
Retrospec itself called 'em memories, didn't it? What else do you think they could be?
[ Yato's memories have so far been. Moderately believable. He can label them as memories for lack of a better explanation. ]
And tell me about those dreams of yours. Fighting, blood, and what else?
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And you trust them to be telling the truth? [There's blatant skepticism in his tone... he might not be freaking out as much as he should be about dancing fruits and chocohorses, but that doesn't mean he can't see how creepy and weird all of this is.
This is Yamato, after all. Of course it bothers him more when it feels like a personal attack-- when his superstitions and fears start coming into play.]
I still think they could be premonitions... Kiyomitsu said he dreamed about us going to the beach for the first time when we've been before, so I know it might not make sense, but... I don't know. [Maybe it is just his own paranoia getting in the way, but he's had an undercurrent of worry since that nightmare that hasn't gone away.]
A few of them have just been normal, like Kiyomitsu fixing my hair or sparring with Izumi and stuff-- well, we had real swords in that one and he called it something weird, but it still seemed pretty normal. I've had dreams about sparring before. [Which is painfully Yamato to say, but, y'know. He'd live at the dojo if they'd let him, so that's not surprising.
It's clear that isn't all there is to it, though. He fidgets, toying with his sleeve and glancing at his kendo bag, like he wants to get out his bokuto in the middle of the restaurant and hold it for comfort. He doesn't, thankfully, but he does look at Yato through his bangs.]
Don't laugh, but... I saw a monster. Not a silly kind of monster, but like... a horror movie kind of monster. It threw me down the stairs, and I heard Kiyomitsu screaming, and I... [He shuts his eyes, shaking his head slightly.] It was just horrible all around. And then a week later my body's moving on its own? I don't like it.
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[ Wouldn't that be a twist? It's true that Yato hasn't seen anything yet to establish a relative timeline for his memories... Well. He'll keep it in mind. Maybe more clues will pop up in the future. Yamato is the first he's heard who shared a vision with someone else in Recolle, though. How curious...
And swords just seem like. A really common theme? It's like these visions are all coming out of an anime or something.
At mention of monsters, Yato perks. It makes more sense why Yamato would be disturbed about a close friend being hurt in one of his visions. Furthermore, this is the first time he's heard of anyone else's visions also having supernatural elements... ]
Did your monster look anything like these?
[ He grabs a crayon meant for the children (thanks Benny) and flips over his paper placemat to start sketching some pretty fair representations of a gang of masked demons. ]
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[Isn't that more normal, anyway? People being able to see the future instead of getting random visions of the past... though, he supposes fortune tellers and tarot card readers and the like usually mention the past too, so... who knows. WHO KNOWS, he doesn't, but he doesn't want visions of monsters and blood at all?? Thinking of them as memories doesn't make it all that much better, especially when he can't figure out why they're happening in the first place. The only thing he can think of is a warning, because of course his superstitious mind would jump to something like that...
He leans over to examine the drawing, but pretty quickly, he shakes his head.]
No, not really. It was big... bigger than me. [He reaches over to grab a crayon of his own, though it's hard to replicate the unearthly glow he'd seen in his dream.] I couldn't see much, it was dark and kind of hazy, but... the next thing I knew, I was falling down the stairs and I heard Kiyomitsu yelling my name but I couldn't see him... and then I woke up.
[Screaming and cowering on the floor, but he sees no need to mention that part.]
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At least I can say you're not the only one who's seen some real fantasy stuff. [ He taps his placemat. ] I've seen these, along with a little girl. I think she might've been a ghost.
[ It sounds so silly, and yet he's reasonably sure. Her eyes and clothes, along with a certain sense he had in his vision... Ah, well. He walks his crayon in lazy circles across his fingers. ]
Let's say they are premonitions. So what? It just means we'll know what's coming. Knowledge can't be a bad thing. As for your body moving on its own...
[ That part Yato can understand a little, at least? Maybe? How would he deal with it if it were happening to him? His eyes wander in thought. ]
If it keeps happening, then come to me and I'll beat it outta ya.
[ a good old beatdown solves all problems ]
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I guess so... [Except that everybody else seems to think dancing fruit is more important?? GUYS.
That kind of comment is truly why Yamato likes Yato so much, though. It draws a small laugh out of him, but the idea seems to genuinely reassure him, and he looks more relaxed than he has all day.]
You'd have to win first. [A PUNK.]
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You might have the edge when it comes to kendo, but kendo isn't the only kind of fight there is! There's plenty I can cream you at. Liiike...
[ Right on cue, a waiter appears at their table and begins to deposit a mountain of food between them. As promised, pancakes, waffles, hash browns, a giant omelette, and root beer for two... ]
An eating contest! Think you have what it takes, punk?
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BUT SERIOUSLY YATO is this really the challenge you want to be issuing right now??]
You know my mom owns a restaurant, right?
[Well, okay, it's more like a bistro BUT STILL. HE HAS YEARS OF EXPERIENCE EATING DELICIOUS FOOD YATO!!!
...except that he doesn't even really eat that much it's true BUT LOOK shut up.]
What do I get if I win?
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Yamato's question... genuinely confuses him though... ]
More food in your belly? What else?
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[He says that, but he's totally gonna do it anyway, because he's a dumb competitive boy who does things like this. Is he better or worse than he was in high school, it's a true mystery.]
I guess I'd better get in the right mood, then. [He rolls up his sleeves, sitting up and resting his hands on the table. Someone else might say something "READYSETGO" and get a cheating headstart, but Yamato's way too proud for that, so he just raises his eyebrows at Yato to indicate that he's ready for this Great Challenge.]
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Yeah, go ahead. You'll need all the help you can get.
[ He digs a nickel out of his pocket (he always seems to have nickels on him why) and flicks it up with a satisfying metallic ring. He returns to his starting stance as the coin spins high and meets Yamato's gaze. Are ya ready?? Punk??
When the coin hits the floor, it's go time. ]
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[YATO WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE NICKELS--
But more importantly, there is food to be eaten and a competition to win!! Let's be real, it's not even about prizes, it's just about winning... MORONS.
The coin hits the floor, AND THEN IT'S GO TIME and Yamato's immediately diving for the giant omelette like it's the Hunger Games at Neopets. WHAT WILL YOU DO, YATO, WHERE WILL YOUR STOMACH GUIDE YOU FIRST]
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The game plan is WRITTEN. He'll go the contest hardly slowing down, even if his stomach begins to feel heavy; there's nothing a little bit of root beer won't wash down. Yes... Even if he starts to feel gross and bloated, when there's a will, there's a way... This is a battle of SPIRIT. ]