Then let's try it out, shall we? Anything that caught your eye last time?
[he's ditched his coat so it doesn't get in the way, strolling through the arcade and peering at the various games on display. he might look a little excited... it's been a while.]
[they're going to head over to ddr then... at least chuuya is into music, he's probably going to be good at this? so he hops up onto the pad without hesitation, poking at the song selection.]
but regardless higekiri will just be agreeing with that easily, bowing at the waist as if that's how one should initiate a ddr battle
and then he's going to face the screen. he's a bit more careful with his injured leg, favoring the left and stepping a bit more lightly than he would with his right - but as long as it's not the hardest possible difficulty, he's probably doing fine
honestly even if it is, he's probably still doing fine and he will just ignore the random shoots of pain up his leg in the name of being able to dance!! it's all quick steps, graceful turns and jumps, and occasionally once the chorus hits and there's a familiar step pattern, the occasional flourish of a high kick or a pirouette
[what the fuck i forgot hige was injured and i did it to him-- but chuuya wouldn't stop him anyway. bad.
he hasn't done this recently, but he holds his own; he seems to have an easier time of it without using his hands to help balance, actually. this is how he did it last time he actually hung out in an arcade regularly, so it's pure habit...
and once he catches on to what higekiri is doing, he works in a move or two of his own, a sweep of his leg where he's sure it's not going to connect like this is some sort of mock battle.]
I should've expected-- that you'd be a showoff-!
[but he seems to be having a pretty damn good time, honestly]
[it's fine!!! higekiri's eyes light up at that though, and he just smiles brightly in response]
How can one win a battle of the stage without a bit of excitement?
[just saying!!!!
but then he'll do much of the same, timing to chuuya's actions so that he can let his leg lift behind him in time with his chest rising - an arabesque in the middle of a ddr song
[higekiri just laughs in return, perfectly pleased. he's about to answer but - well, he'll blink when he notices the additional item and goes to stand in front of chuuya out of protective sword habit]
Mm, I do.
Keep it a secret if I accidentally unleash more stuffed animals?
[because he's going to wander off to go see what it is!!]
[he's wandering right along with him, because protective sword habit or no, chuuya doesn't need someone to be a shield for him? he'll be fine, he has his gravity on his side.
since higekiri is the first one checking it out, though... it's a simple blue bracelet, left on a game cabinet.]
[and when he does, there goes the barrier! chuuya immediately regrets his decision to stay close to higekiri, because there's no hope of dodging it-- he just comes right up against it when he tries, with a frustrated curse.
once the barrier is up, their vision shifts. this memory takes place in chuuya's office, though it doesn't seem to be chuuya's right now-- he's standing, speaking with a man in a sharp black coat and a red scarf, and his own voice sounds a little younger.
"I-" chuuya pauses, there, a hand resting on a wound in his abdomen that still stings. "I was the leader of the Sheep, but what I gave them was just dependency and unease. I'm fine following your orders, but tell me one thing. What does it mean to be a leader?"
the man before him-- mori, according to memory-- stops smiling at that, closing his eyes and opening them once more when he speaks.
"Being a leader means standing at the top of the organization, and also being its slave. If it's for the survival and prosperity of the organization, they'll happily put themselves through any manner of filth. Nurture their subordinates, place them where they best fit-- and if need be, use and discard them. If it's for the organization's sake, a leader will gladly carry out any atrocity. It's all..."
a pause, there, as he looks out the window and onto the city below.
"All to protect this organization, and this beloved city."
chuuya listens silently, but that stirs something in him, squeezes his chest, and he can't help but think-- that's it. that's what was missing in me.
he kneels, then, his head bowed, hat held in his hand. that blue bracelet is still wrapped around one wrist.
"Then I'll give my blood and everything that I am to you... Boss."
back in the arcade, everything clears for a moment, just long enough for chuuya to shake it off. one hand lingers where that wound had been in his memory.]
the desire to protect - a void being filled with a purpose, something so simplistic and yet so powerful. higekiri thinks back to when he asked chuuya - why did he choose to murder? for what reason did he kill? was it worth it, and was he happy? higekiri shuts his eyes as he takes in this memory that isn't his.
even if he doesn't remember the details, he'll remember the feeling.
and so when faces chuuya - he crosses his arm over his chest and bows at the waist]
... I've been wondering if you would ever answer my question.
I apologize - that this place was too impatient to let me hear it from your lips by choice.
[he feels just a bit bad - that he finally learned, but in such a way]
[he shakes it off, gesturing for higekiri to straighten-- there's no need to bow, to apologize. this wasn't something he minded higekiri seeing, after the way things have gone.
there are other memories he'd be unhappy about, but this one...]
I think you're one of the few here who'd understand it best.
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doublesmall) wrote2019-10-13 08:02 pm
w3, monday
Happy new week to you too. Anywhere you want to go check out, or have you gotten a good look at all of it already?
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[that sounds more fun to him]
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[he opens his office door to the arcade, then, beckoning for higekiri to follow him.]
It should be a lot less dangerous, this time.
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higekiri follows after, laughing a bit]
Oh - yes, this place looked like fun! Even when it was dangerous.
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[he's ditched his coat so it doesn't get in the way, strolling through the arcade and peering at the various games on display. he might look a little excited... it's been a while.]
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Shall we dance?
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[they're going to head over to ddr then... at least chuuya is into music, he's probably going to be good at this? so he hops up onto the pad without hesitation, poking at the song selection.]
How good a dancer are you?
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laughs a little bit, endlessly confident as he gives chuuya a smile]
I'm sure I'd sweep you off your feet if you let me.
[thIS IS JUST ONE OF THOSE GENJIS TALENTS]
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[GRAVITY CHEATS...
he quickly chooses a song, then tucks his hands into his pockets, giving higekiri a confident grin in return.]
Show me what you've got, then. Let's go.
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but regardless higekiri will just be agreeing with that easily, bowing at the waist as if that's how one should initiate a ddr battle
and then he's going to face the screen. he's a bit more careful with his injured leg, favoring the left and stepping a bit more lightly than he would with his right - but as long as it's not the hardest possible difficulty, he's probably doing fine
honestly even if it is, he's probably still doing fine and he will just ignore the random shoots of pain up his leg in the name of being able to dance!! it's all quick steps, graceful turns and jumps, and occasionally once the chorus hits and there's a familiar step pattern, the occasional flourish of a high kick or a pirouette
ballet!]
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he hasn't done this recently, but he holds his own; he seems to have an easier time of it without using his hands to help balance, actually. this is how he did it last time he actually hung out in an arcade regularly, so it's pure habit...
and once he catches on to what higekiri is doing, he works in a move or two of his own, a sweep of his leg where he's sure it's not going to connect like this is some sort of mock battle.]
I should've expected-- that you'd be a showoff-!
[but he seems to be having a pretty damn good time, honestly]
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How can one win a battle of the stage without a bit of excitement?
[just saying!!!!
but then he'll do much of the same, timing to chuuya's actions so that he can let his leg lift behind him in time with his chest rising - an arabesque in the middle of a ddr song
because that's just how tonight is going]
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You really are good at this, huh?
[we're going to say higekiri wins this round, he's played recently and chuuya hasn't?
but as he turns to step off the pad, he frowns, gesturing to a nearby set of machines with something out of place sitting on one.]
-don't tell me this place is still haunted... you do see that too, right?
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Mm, I do.
Keep it a secret if I accidentally unleash more stuffed animals?
[because he's going to wander off to go see what it is!!]
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[he's wandering right along with him, because protective sword habit or no, chuuya doesn't need someone to be a shield for him? he'll be fine, he has his gravity on his side.
since higekiri is the first one checking it out, though... it's a simple blue bracelet, left on a game cabinet.]
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anyway here's hige!!]
Oh my...? A prize?
[probably not
but like
he's going to reach out to investigate it anyway!!]
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once the barrier is up, their vision shifts. this memory takes place in chuuya's office, though it doesn't seem to be chuuya's right now-- he's standing, speaking with a man in a sharp black coat and a red scarf, and his own voice sounds a little younger.
"I-" chuuya pauses, there, a hand resting on a wound in his abdomen that still stings. "I was the leader of the Sheep, but what I gave them was just dependency and unease. I'm fine following your orders, but tell me one thing. What does it mean to be a leader?"
the man before him-- mori, according to memory-- stops smiling at that, closing his eyes and opening them once more when he speaks.
"Being a leader means standing at the top of the organization, and also being its slave. If it's for the survival and prosperity of the organization, they'll happily put themselves through any manner of filth. Nurture their subordinates, place them where they best fit-- and if need be, use and discard them. If it's for the organization's sake, a leader will gladly carry out any atrocity. It's all..."
a pause, there, as he looks out the window and onto the city below.
"All to protect this organization, and this beloved city."
chuuya listens silently, but that stirs something in him, squeezes his chest, and he can't help but think-- that's it. that's what was missing in me.
he kneels, then, his head bowed, hat held in his hand. that blue bracelet is still wrapped around one wrist.
"Then I'll give my blood and everything that I am to you... Boss."
back in the arcade, everything clears for a moment, just long enough for chuuya to shake it off. one hand lingers where that wound had been in his memory.]
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the desire to protect - a void being filled with a purpose, something so simplistic and yet so powerful. higekiri thinks back to when he asked chuuya - why did he choose to murder? for what reason did he kill? was it worth it, and was he happy? higekiri shuts his eyes as he takes in this memory that isn't his.
even if he doesn't remember the details, he'll remember the feeling.
and so when faces chuuya - he crosses his arm over his chest and bows at the waist]
... I've been wondering if you would ever answer my question.
I apologize - that this place was too impatient to let me hear it from your lips by choice.
[he feels just a bit bad - that he finally learned, but in such a way]
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[he shakes it off, gesturing for higekiri to straighten-- there's no need to bow, to apologize. this wasn't something he minded higekiri seeing, after the way things have gone.
there are other memories he'd be unhappy about, but this one...]
I think you're one of the few here who'd understand it best.