Celebrate Good Times

[rygdea]

WHO: Fynn Izunia, Team Brandywine, Colleagues & Close CR
WHERE: The Outdoor Patio, Ardyn’s House
WHEN: 8/26 (Afternoon)
WHAT: Fynn makes good to throw a little cookout for his colleagues to celebrate their alleged victory. Of course, he sought Ardyn’s permission first before slapping this shindig together. There's not much in the form of decorations but there's plenty of food, drinks and ice cream to go around.
WARNINGS: Copious amounts of alcohol? Other than that, nothing really.



[The telltale aroma of meat frying on the grill is enough to entice anyone to visit the party out back. It's not so much of a party as it is a small gathering of friends and coworkers alike. It's rather low key event much to everyone's surprise since Fynn isn't someone you would describe as low key. The man's a loud and abrasive asshole even on a sunny day but be damned if he can't cook. Even with his right arm still sore from stitches and bandaged from the shoulder down, Fynn managed to get most of the food prepared for this afternoon. He's been working since morning to get everything set
Up but not without Ardyn's help here and there. Fynn might know how to grill but his take on potato salad is an acquired taste most wouldn't appreciate.]

Okay! The hamburgers are done![He yells over towards the others. Fynn Really shouldn't be drinking while grilling but he has a beer in one hand, and the cooking tongs in the other.] Better get them before the cat does!

[He's referencing the mischevious black feline that's literally stalking both him and the grill. Erebus, Ardyn's cat, is on the prowl. Either make peace with the fact the cat will beg you to oblivion for the food or offer it some. Either way welcome to the party and please don't spike the fruit punch Fynn made. There's plenty of sake, beers and wines to go around. The fruit punch and soda is meant for the younger guests who aren't quite twenty-one yet.

Don't even think about grabbing a beer, kids. Fynn has eyes on the back of his head and a sixth sense for that nonsense.]

(ooc: feel free to mingle amongst yourselves! I'll be popping in and out between threads. Characters are allowed to bring their own food & snacks too.

PM me or shoot any questions at glacian.)

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[sakeplz]

"We had to play a game of charades with some cats and he decided he'd do a chocobo." Jirou seemed pleased as punch with the man's reaction. Just what he was hoping for honestly. After all it deserved to be just as hysterical now as it was then.

"Want a copy?"

/SLIDES IN

[rygdea]

"What in the hell are you two lookin' at---AH!' Fynn is absolutely mortified right now. He's dead. Like all the color ran off his face as soon as he caught a glimpse of the video. The man is just standing there looking positively scandalized by Jirou's obvious betrayal.

"You recorded that!?"

Re: /SLIDES IN

[standalonehuman]

Togusa is all grins and giggles, and he just shoots that very amused look up at Fynn. "Well, damn, now I can't say yes. What happens in unreality apparently doesn't stay in unreality."

Trying to hide his laughter behind his drink, but he can't help it. "About as good-tempered as one of those things. Kweh!?"

[sakeplz]

"Of course I did! It was funny!"

Jirou giggled and played it again so that way Fynn could see the full wonder of his performance as a chocobo.

"I think the more impressive part was that you didn't notice! I'm not known for being sneaky! I mean I'm a drunk drag queen who is over six feet tall!"

[standalonehuman]

Stop. Mattei. Time out. Rewind. As Togusa blinks a few times at that last sentence, and then looks at Jirou again. Looks at the dog, looks at Jirou. Looks at his shoes, looks at Jirou. The noise that eventually makes its way out of Togusa's mouth isn't so much a word as a very confused sound that doesn't even get to 'hunh?'

[sakeplz]

Well. Sudden subject change. Jirou blinked as he realized that the poor police officer was baffled by something. Going over what he said, he burst out laughing. "Did you not know I'm a man?"

[rygdea]

"...Mom always said I needed glasses." Fynn says with a self-depreciating sigh. He's so mortified right now. The last thing he needs is half the Force watching him 'wark' like a chocobo. Is this the beginning of the end of his flawless record? Not that Fynn ever had a flawless record but still, he likes to think of himself as the 'Second' Coolest Cop on the Force. Again, this isn't precisely true but Fynn perceives it so.

"Hm?" He snaps out of his thoughts once he hears Jirou's reply to Togusa. "What? You're shocked?" Fynn asks with a hint of a smirk upon his face. "Jirou is the prettiest guy I know but he's still a guy. Just super pretty." His grin widens a bit.

"He's like one of those crazy looking Magical Girls but with a sword instead of a stupid wand."

[standalonehuman]

"Nuh-unh." Words, Togusa. Use your words. "I- did not." There is literally nothing you can say to save face here, Togusa. "Um, sorry?" Best he's got right now. He is gonna bury himself in his soda for a second.

"But, sword work?" Latching on to a thing Fynn said there that Togusa can actually ask questions about. There we go. "You train with somebody here?"

[sakeplz]

"No need to apologize! I'm beautiful as a man or a woman." He gave him a cute wink then went to finish off his cup of sake. Because that was delicious and he was going to need more. But before he could get more he needed to finish this one.

"Hm? Oh I've never trained with anyone before."

[rygdea]

"Jirou didn't know jack about swords prior to the mission." Fynn states with a knowing grin. He could tell that Togusa is trying to steer away from that slight embarrassment. Usually he would relentlessly tease his poor colleague but he doesn't feel quite up for it. Instead, he's about to regal Togusa with this wild tale about how Jirou managed to save the day when the Acid Monster damn near killed him.

"But then suddenly BAM, Samurai Jirou kicks in!" Fynn's excitement is almost tangible at this moment. He's all wide-eyed and animated now. The man is no longer all tired looking anymore. It's like he gotten his second wind.

"It was wild! I really thought I was dead since the Acid Monster turned to me so quickly. I didn't have time to reload or anything."

[standalonehuman]

The first reaction is a flash of surprise and then sympathy across Togusa's face. Not another one. Sure, Jirou's no kid, but the sudden changes that people are making to people is dramatic, and he can still be sympathetic to it.

Damn. It sounds just like what Togusa saw happen to James. He nods in understanding when Fynn is explaining it. Yeah, he gets it. "It's not like what happened with those powers, then?" he asks. "You've still got the ability now?" There's no going back once a change like that has been made.

[sakeplz]

You know, he was a bit distracted imagining himself as a magical girl. He really liked that and was even picturing what kind of cute outfit he could pull off to look adorable now that he had this new body of his.

Oh, he was being asked something. "Yep! I am a master of the oodachi! Especially a really, really long one. I did some research and apparently mine is way longer than the average one."

He laughs a bit. "We were losing and I was trying to use it to fight the monster but it wasn't working. Then all the sudden I just remembered everything I needed to know and I was able to take it down easy."

He really super chill with suddenly getting combat memories.

[standalonehuman]

Togusa still feels bad for Jirou, but if he is insistent on laughing it off, Togusa will respect that. Every time someone gets a fighting ability or a weapon shoved on them by Retrospec, it feels like another loss.

Togusa's brow furrows in puzzlement at the details, though. "Odachi?" That's like the sword equivalent of Koutarou's flintlock. "Those fell out of favor with what, the Tokugawa shogunate?" Confused more than anything else. "Not exactly a modern fighting style..."

[sakeplz]

"Did they? I haven't remembered much about sword history yet. Just how to use one actually. Oh but I did look up oodachi and apparently mine is way longer than the average one."

If that mattered at all. Jirou honestly had no idea because fighting was still new for him.

[standalonehuman]

A smirk. "Didn't pay much attention in History class, hunh?" Togusa shrugs. "It was part of the post-Tokugawa rise class shakeup, banning of certain weapons, swords of a certain length. Classist as hell, but it was effective."

Wait, double-take. "Ah, sorry, I came here from home, were you born here, or a transplant to Recolle?"

[rygdea]

Fynn glances between the two in confusion. He barely knows anything about Japan other than samurai and sake. He's American for the most part. Probably a little bit Italian or something like that. Fynn certainly looks like he could be from southern Italy but his accent gives him away.

It's time for him to ask a question. "Clue me in for a second, how long ago was the Tokugawa stuff?" Fynn feels just as uneducated as Jirou here.

[sakeplz]

"Well I remember drinking a lot in college and doing enough that I passed and graduated." Useful right? "And I was born in Recolle. I'm American! Even though momma and daddy are Japanese and came here before I was born."

He giggled then looked at Fynn. "Tokugawa is also known as the Edo period of Japan. It's when Japan was under the rule of the Tokugawa shogunate."

Okay so maybe he wasn't thaaaat useless.

[rygdea]

"Oh, right!" Fynn snaps his fingers and nods as if he had a eureka moment. He was never good with global history but he does remember learning bits and pieces about Japan in high school. This poor guy never went to college since he decided to go into law enforcement but he's still pretty darn book smart.

"That is when Edo was still the capital! Yes,the samurai class during that time were like nobility prior to the Meji Restoration." He tries to recall.