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logs2022-11-06 12:54 am
invinciblemikey) wrote in logs2022-11-06 12:54 am
(catch-all/open) hold up, i'm invincible
WHO: manjiro "mikey" sano & you
WHERE: the harbors, mirth, and the hinterlands.
WHEN: november 1st till... the end of november??? probably
WHAT: mikey fixes boat things, does hella partying, has his shadow take over, and then goes for the noticeboard hinterlands quest.
WARNINGS: well. hahaha. (possible) suicide attempt mention, (possible) ideation, lack of control, dissociation, crime boss talk, death, drug and alcohol use, violence, and maybe a murder might occur. hi, he's great
WHERE: the harbors, mirth, and the hinterlands.
WHEN: november 1st till... the end of november??? probably
WHAT: mikey fixes boat things, does hella partying, has his shadow take over, and then goes for the noticeboard hinterlands quest.
WARNINGS: well. hahaha. (possible) suicide attempt mention, (possible) ideation, lack of control, dissociation, crime boss talk, death, drug and alcohol use, violence, and maybe a murder might occur. hi, he's great
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What's more interesting is the hint of an internal struggle that he's sensing beneath the surface of the other's aura. And while he would normally love to ruminate on said fluctuations, he also doesn't know how to shut the fuck up. ]
No can do. That man's a corpse if I turn away. But is it you trying to kill him, or your Shadow? Maybe something else?
Either way, there's still time to put the guns down and end this before it gets messy. I'll even treat you to a meal. What do you say?
[ And there it is, the man's signature habit of trying to negotiate with what might potentially be a force of death when he should arguably be running for his life. ]
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the aforementioned sense of self is, as he stands, tucked away. even when he's more aware, there's little sympathy to those he doesn't love, and both the man struggling to breathe and coughing crimson and the one talking to him don't fall into that category.
but, well. he didn't listen, that's on nagano himself. mikey managed a grip long enough to plead before, but it seems like that wasn't enough. he won't give the other the same grace twice.)
He's a corpse even if you don't. Why do you fucking care?
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As it stands, he can only try (and fail) to deescalate the situation. He's used to this. ]
I don't know how to mind my own business, is all. [ Self-awareness is a hell of a thing. ] He's got enough in him to make it to a healer.
Though... I imagine you won't allow me the opportunity to get him out of here.
I'm still going to ask. Will you not drop this? No, I don't know what he did to get you to fuck him up, but I doubt it's enough to justify taking his life.
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he should have left. why does nobody listen? why does he keep getting these honest-to-god, savior types around him? all he wants is to be left alone, so that this doesn't keep happening to those he gives a shit about. not that he does nagano, but alas. he has takemichi style words, and it just gives mikey a hint that he will be just like the other.
just die.)
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He's going to take a gamble on his stranger—gamble that the suffocating darkness oozing from his aura isn't his true intent.
Besides, whether he's right or wrong, he's got a hell of a lot of pain to bite through before any resolution can be reached.
Kaito blocks the kick just like he had the first time—and he eats a piston-like punch to the gut as a reward. Then another, to his opposite shoulder, before he can even wheeze from the first blow. It's a deadly one-two that throws him off balance, and the 'three' is coming straight for his face.
Whoosh.
Suddenly, Kaito's head snaps out of the way, and his eyes focus on his opponent—sharper than ever. He's still on the backfoot, staggering backwards as the blond advances, but his movements are shifting rapidly. Adjusting. Frantic dodges and blocking transition into rhythmic weaving and fluid deflection. ]
—I'm Kaito, [ he shoots off, blood trickling from the corner of his lips after another punch slips past his defenses and hammers into his side. ] My offer still stands. You can stop at any time.
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that's impossible, not like how the other is doing it. mikey knows where he stands in a fight, but considering the hand, the glow, the arm--)
You're a fucking dodging cheater. How are you doing this? Fucking-- fight me fair. You're so worried about him, who fought me fairly, why don't you just join him already?
(the sheer strength he puts in the next kick should be a fully powered one.)
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And that's good. Kaito can latch onto this and try to shift the momentum in his—
Fire burns in the back of his mind. Danger. And even though he has more than enough time to invoke his powers and get the hell out of the way, something in the blond's demand challenges him to be an absolute idiot and do things the hard way.
Once again, Kaito catches the kick—but this time, the raw power behind it lifts him off his feet and sends him flying into the wall. Bricks crack and dislodge from the impact, kicking up a small dust cloud.
When it clears, Kaito stands there, breathing heavily, leaning against the wall. There's blood pouring from a cut on the temple that ate it when he crashed into the wall. More of it is leaking from his upturned lips.
He's smiling?
Both of his hands are latched onto Mikey's leg, gripping like a vise. There's no sign of those silver sparks, no trace of his magic or constructs.
Just a dude who ate a tankbuster with minimal mitigation. Coughing out some blood, he finally responds. ]
You want fair? Sure, okay. Just for nostalgia, I'll even give you the spiel I used to give my old gang. Well, before we were friends.
[ Ignoring the burn in his chest (he's definitely done some damage to his ribs), Kaito releases one gloved hand and balls it into a fist. Cocks it back. Stares directly into his opponent's eyes. That smile of his has twisted into a focused scowl reminiscent of his delinquent years. ]
My full name's Nagano Kaito. Back in Shibuya, they called me Untouchable. And I am no longer asking you to calm your shit.
[ Like a lightning bolt, his arm extends, fist hurtling down directly at the other's nose. Kaito's never been the strongest in town, and to Mikey that punch may not even register as more than a plain ol' straight punch.
But it's fast.
He's fast. ]
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and then, the punch. it's a good one, he has to note, as his mouth fills with blood from the impact. speed can be both a person's grace or a person's downfall, he notes, but he can't help but to recognize the skill--
but for fucks sake, those words. they snap him back to reality, his big eyes blinking as he looks at the man behind him, the soreness of his knuckles, the man he's been beating, and...
a loud laugh leaves him, to the point he's even bent over for a second, after he spits the blood on the floor.)
Are you shitting me? You don't go around like that! You have to wait till someone starts to call you things. 'Hello, I'm Manjiro Sano, called Invincible Mikey by all of Kanto'-- that's lame, dude.
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Once again, he's smiling—and maybe wincing a little. Fuckin' Hitmonlee and his fuckin' Hi Jump Kick. ]
I actually don't go around like that at all. Nobody on the streets called me that. Untouchable was a nickname I picked up in the kendo scene. I was too busy talking with my fists to make any cringey claims like that, anyway.
[ Kaito lifts a sleeve to wipe off some of his blood before rolling his neck. ]
So you're Mikey, huh? Never heard of you, but I guess it's good fortune that you're also Japanese. I've only met one other person who knows about Japan, and she's from there too. Are we square, then? Or are you gonna keep trying for that double homicide?
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(mikey, for a second, finds himself back. the apathy stays, even if the fog lifts, just a little bit, enough for him to look at the man on the floor, before crouching putting a hand against his nose just to check whether air is leaving his lungs. faintly, but it is.
he's ignoring literally everything the other has to offer in his words, at least outwardly. he makes the connection - dojo, she, japan, all these things bring his mind to hibiki, and that's the sole reason he doesn't reply to the man's question with a thundering punch to the stomach. it's painful to stop himself, and he clenches his fist not to go for it.
instead, he comes close. it's a bit ridiculous, with how this man manages to be taller than kenchin, and mikey's never gained a single inch since his teenage years, but alas. with a finger against his chest, he presses, staring as deep as he can into the other's eyes.)
Don't cross my path again.
(a warning, but a request.)
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When Mikey presses that digit into his chest, Kaito meets his gaze with something of a relaxed stare (minus the immediate screaming discomfort that comes from having one of his sore-ass bones palpated). Rather than immediately reply, he simply side-steps and heads to the big lug who they've almost left behind. Two fingers to his neck confirm a pulse—and the sound of flowing water begins to fill the air.
Kaito finally tosses a glance over his shoulder. It's a glowing blue eye that meets the other (or the back of his head, if he's started walking away). ]
Can't say I won't. The Netherworld's a smaller place than Tokyo, Mister Invincible, and I don't forget people easily.
[ The empath only waits a few seconds for any last quips before he and this frankly unimportant-ass big-ass dying-ass head-ass NPC both melt down into this glowing liquid and vanish through a watery rift torn into the ground below them.
What the actual fuck was that. ]
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(it's the last thing he says before he cracks knuckles, disappearing into the next street over. so, he nearly killed a dude - and yet, as per usual, he hasn't felt a thing, mikey notices. it's the most violent he's been since arriving here, and it meant-- nothing.
oh, well. even in death, he's doomed, it seems.)