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Post by Saruyuki Takemitsu on Mar 3, 2019 22:41:48 GMT
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]猿も木から落ちる。 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ☸ " Now boarding, Tōhoku Shinkansen, outbound for Tōkyō." The recorded female voice pleasantly repeats the announcement a second time across the station's intercom speakers as the train's multitude of sliding doors split themselves open for the inevitable crush of commuters looking to get on with their routines. Saruyuki Takemitsu, a young man native to the city of Sendai, was one such person. It was not his first time using the Shinkansen to travel across Japan, seeing as he was not yet of the legal age to acquire a driver's license, but there were several benefits to public transit that occasionally outweighed the privileges of owning an automobile or other such vehicles, the most dominant of which was the mere fact that Saruyuki had fewer financial and material resources for his old man to exploit. Even storm clouds have silver linings. Of course, even with a body as slim as his, Saruyuki disliked how cramped the trains always were. He preferred to have just enough arm space to throw a solid straight punch when necessary, which it currently wasn't, yet there was always the sneaking suspicion that he might have pissed off some random guy at school for threatening to kick his shinbones in half after gym class. At the very least, Saruyuki could rely on the Shinkansen's perpetual absence of stretching room to keep him feeling safe and secure, relatively speaking. Saruyuki carefully dips between a couple of mutual schoolmates, who immediately duck away from him upon recognizing his shaggy blond hair, but he pays their hesitant glances no mind. At this point in his life, it has become normal to be on the receiving end of avoidance. Who would want to be associated with a guy like him, anyway? Besides, there were more important things to do than socialize with people he saw every day in class. Finding a stray hand ring to grasp onto, Saruyuki fetches his cell phone from the left-hand pocket of his school slacks and flips it open to set the device on "manner mode", muting all sound and preventing any unsolicited calls or text messages from disrupting the silence that now hung over the passengers like an awkward veil of collective embarrassment. This, too, was the Japanese norm. " Tōhoku Shinkansen, now departing for Tōkyō." Once the doors to each passenger cabin slid firmly shut, a sudden jerk causes everyone on board, Saruyuki included, to shift and jiggle like a bowl of gelatin dessert. The train was now on its way to the Japanese capital, stopping at each of the railway's designated terminals to either release some of its riders or acquire new ones, before continuing on to its intended destination. ✉ tag -- ( Xenica Sanagi ) ✎ 000 words ※ also open to others that enjoy train rides! |
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Post by Xenica Sanagi on Mar 4, 2019 3:45:57 GMT
[attr="class","xenica"] Business in Tokyo, business back home, it seemed like life was a never ending cycle of coming and and going for the young Sanagi girl. Soon, hopefully, all of this would pay off. Otherwise, it was nothing but a colossal waste of time. She boarded a train headed downtown, hoping to then catch the next one to the Digital World. The teenager definitely stood out from the typical crowd of businessmen and kids in school uniform. She wore a striking red and white American-style varsity jacket, coupled with a pair of nearly shredded denim jeans. Her eyes nearly matched her jacket, and they scanned over the crowd in a judgemental manner. There had to be a seat open, damned if she would have to stand for this entire ride. As the locomotive started to move, Xdnica began to walk through the train, slipping by people quite easily due to her small frame. There were no seats available, so it looked like it was going to be an uncomfortable ride standing up next to some sweaty fat dudes. As she went to take her place, her D-Tector began to shine within her jacket; indicating that there must be either a Digimon or Digivice somewhere on this train. " Damned time for this to be happening." She whispered to herself, her bug-like eyes darting around the car, looking for the source of this reaction. [newclass=.xenica]width:350px;font-variant:normal;font-weight:normal;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;font-family:Calibri;text-align:justify;margin-top:35px;padding:40px;border;[/newclass] [newclass=.xenica b]color:#f37171;font:11px Exo;[/newclass] [Googlefont="Exo"]
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Post by Saruyuki Takemitsu on Mar 4, 2019 4:54:11 GMT
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]猿も木から落ちる。 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ☸ There went Shiroishi-Zaō Station, one of seven rail terminals the high-speed Shinkansen was scheduled to pass over on its way to Ōmiya, the first intended stopping point before Tokyo proper would be reached. Considering how fast these bullet trains operated on a daily basis, it wouldn't be more than a small handful of minutes before the second passing point, Fukushima, would come and go like leaves on the wind. Saruyuki tilted his neck to the left, then the right; his vertebrae produced a couple of gruesome popping sounds that elicited several concerned glares from a few salarymen, but rather than allow them to live up to their reputation in the figurative sense, he paid them no attention. He was prepared for a vigorous workout this afternoon, something no guy in a suit ever gave any serious thought to. A suspicious vibrating rumble erupted from beneath an older woman's portly frame, lasting no less than two whole seconds. Unfortunately, Saruyuki happened to be within close proximity to the lady, who seemed virtually unaware of the atrocious cabbage-scented odor that now lingered near her, even as a collective of people visibly made faces of disgust and moved to conceal their noses from such a foul olfactory assault. Some of them even attempted to shift their figures just enough to get away from this human tuba. Shit, I think I'm gonna be sick... Just as Saruyuki gagged silently and lifted the collar of his school blazer up over his lower face, he captured a glimpse of somebody in the crowd who, for all intents and purposes, dressed herself up for the sake of standing out. American-style clothes, shredded jeans, and a pair of striking red eyes looking all around her like a fly searching for rotten meat. And from the way her coat pocket seemed to produce faint traces of light, she had probably just finished using her phone. Well, good thing she wasn't anywhere close to this old windbag. Assuming the smell wouldn't travel throughout the rest of the train, that is. This was going to be a long ride... |
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Post by Xenica Sanagi on Mar 5, 2019 17:19:55 GMT
[attr="class","xenica"]Face after face, none of these people looked like they would be in possession of a Digivice. Tired eyes that paid no attention to anything, shifty ones that worried about the future, and even young ones filled with brillance; but nothing was screaming out as the originator of the digital reaction. Maybe it was a fluke? Something to do with the electromagnetic waves in the air? Who knew. Unfortunately, her visual search suddenly came to an end as her nose caught wind of the scent of rotten ass. She immediately, and quite audibly, gagged and went to cover her nose and mouth, now looking for a new target. Everything suddenly went quiet, besides for a slight buzzing noise, her eyes now more focused than ever. Within milliseconds, she singled out the source of the awful stench. We, wait, how did that just happen? Somehow, that nasty smell allowed her to tap into the same kind of vision she had while Spirit Evolved, something that had never occurred before. " Christ, lady, can you try to not eat so much beef before riding the subway?" The teenager had no problem calling out the obese lady, not like she was going to do anything about it. And as expected, she simply gave a look of embarrassment in response, before pretending like the scarlet-eyed teen wasn't talking to her. As Xenica dealt with this fart knocker, a man dressed in a catholic priest's outfit watched the scene from the back of the train, paying close attention to the light in the girl's jacket. A similar light came from his own pocket, but he skillfully hid the glow underneath his religious tome. [newclass=.xenica]width:350px;font-variant:normal;font-weight:normal;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;font-family:Calibri;text-align:justify;margin-top:35px;padding:40px;border;[/newclass] [newclass=.xenica b]color:#f37171;font:11px Exo;[/newclass] [Googlefont="Exo"]
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Post by Saruyuki Takemitsu on Mar 5, 2019 19:22:53 GMT
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]猿も木から落ちる。 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ☸ Right as Kōriyama Station was about to make its visual approach, the girl in Western attire throws out a disrespectful insult to the poor old woman, who meekly averts her gaze. Saruyuki narrows his own, but only for a moment; he considered tossing one back to the flippant interlocutor, much like how a baseball catcher would if he harbored a grudge against the team pitcher, however this would certainly have caused an uproar among the other passengers. No need to throw more snakes into the pit. Not after that last time he took the train... Thankfully, the hideous aroma manages to dissipate before it could offend even more people—somebody took the liberty of cracking open a window pane several centimeters wide. Even the subtle whiff of Nishigō's industrial machinery plants proved to be far more tolerable than the deadly flatulence of an older woman way past her prime. Damn, Nishigō, already? That meant the Shinkansen was bound to pass Shin-Shirakawa Station. Three more and the train would already be unloading passengers at Ōmiya, skip over Ueno, and then they would finally reach the capital. Silently, Saruyuki offered his faceless savior a thankful nod, unaware yet unconcerned of who it may have been. With a deep breath of fresh air (relatively speaking), the blond boy tried to zone himself out of the humdrum and into a more uplifting state of thought. There was training to be done, muscles to be developed, strength to be achieved. After watching The Flash Legs last night, Saruyuki felt utterly compelled to perfect Tao-liang Tan's deadly Shaolin kicks as best as his own teenage body could muster. Here's hoping he didn't have a repeat incident like last time – were it not for the help of a couple of girls in the Sewing Club, he would have had to explain to his old man how he came to bear a huge rip in the posterior of his slacks... ✉ tag -- ( Xenica Sanagi ) ✎ 322 words ※ never skip leg day! not even once! |
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Post by Xenica Sanagi on Mar 8, 2019 7:10:28 GMT
[attr="class","xenica"]" I've found what we've been looking for. I should arrive in Tokyo soon enough." The priest was suddenly in a phone call, but those were the only words Xenica was able to overhear. It was simply too loud and crowded here to focus on a single conversation, but something was definitely off about that guy. It wasn't Sunday, so what was his deal? Maybe it was a missionary or something, who knew. As the train arrived at another stop, a few passengers left, finally leaving a few seats open. The teenager didn't waste any time stealing one, picking out the first one that caught her eye and making her way to it with haste. The thin girl promptly sat down, leaving plenty of room for the two next to her, seeing that was about as built as a thirteen year old. Next to her was a blonde kid around the same age as her, his hair and mannerisms standing out a bit from this mostly typical crowd. To the other side was a businessman who was caught up with checking his stocks on his mobile phone, essentially ignoring the world around him. " Momma always told me not to talk to strangers, so I always make sure to talk to at least one every day." Xenica said to the scruffy boy next to her, though not making eye contact. There was still a little ways to go, so she might as well spark a conversation in that time. The signal from her Digivice had vanished at this point, leading her to assume that whatever was causing it likely got off at the last station. Hopefully, that was the case. [newclass=.xenica]width:350px;font-variant:normal;font-weight:normal;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;font-family:Calibri;text-align:justify;margin-top:35px;padding:40px;border;[/newclass] [newclass=.xenica b]color:#f37171;font:11px Exo;[/newclass] [Googlefont="Exo"]
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Post by Saruyuki Takemitsu on Mar 8, 2019 19:42:20 GMT
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]猿も木から落ちる。 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ☸ The next station to come and pass was Nasu-Shiobara, leaving approximately less than one-hundred and fifty kilometers before the Shinkansen liner reached the capital of Tokyo. As the minutes elapse, Saruyuki mentally runs through a number of choreographed sequences, picking and choosing which moves to practice and which ones to leave for another session. Even without the physical act itself, he never stopped practicing, never quit refining his technique. Some fifty kilometers later, give or take a couple, and there goes Utsunomiya. A few hushed whispers from some other passengers graze passed the blond schoolboy's ears like bullets that missed their mark. Some were male, others female, but none of them pertained to Saruyuki – none that he was able to distinguish for himself, to say the least. He was too busy thinking of how to generate enough momentum to perform a bicycle kick. Oyama breezes by, but it would be a large handful of minutes before the train made its first stop at Ōmiya Station. A tiny amount of rail turbulence rocks the train's interior, for lack of a better way to put it, causing Saruyuki to jiggle about along with the rest of the folks, nearly pushing him into a stock trader standing parallel to him. " Sorry," he apologizes with blunt courtesy, receiving an affirmative nod from the gentleman in the pressed suit before they both returned to the insular bubbles of their own thoughts. " Ōmiya Station, now arriving." The intercom repeats this announcement a second time for the passengers still attempting to shake themselves out of the trance-like state that hung over their sholders like weighted cloaks. As the Shinkansen slows itself on the initial approach, the momentum shifts accordingly, causing the train's riders to lean slightly; this, too, was the norm for commuters. Once the liner came to a full stop, as marked by an audible hiss below the tracks, a second message blares over the speakers: " Ōmiya Station. Please exit the train in an orderly fashion." Almost immediately, people begin to scramble their way out of the cramped cabin space as soon as the doors slide open. Saruyuki breathes in relief, yet keeps himself stationary to allow the crush of commuters passed without resistance – this included the portly old woman with the flatulence problem, as well as the fellow who nearly got a chestful of Saruyuki's face. In fact, the seats had been vacated just enough to grant Saruyuki his own spot to sit down, which he took without hesitation— —only to be matched in both thought and action by the black-haired girl wearing American attire, whom apparently thought it appropriate to express her sense of rebellious delinquency by striking up a random conversation with somebody she didn't know, which just so happened to be Saruyuki himself. Whatever floats her boat, he guessed. " Join the club. I'd offer a uniform, but you seem like you have that covered." Saruyuki said with an insouciant shrug, casually checking his weathered and worn cell phone for any messages which may have been thrown his way during the ride from Sendai. Good, his dad wasn't blowing up his inbox yet. Ten minutes, that was how much time the Shinkansen would stay docked in Ōmiya before it was scheduled to depart for Tokyo. While Saruyuki was in no real rush to get to the capital, the abundance of passengers coming in and going out made it that much easier for a couple of young men to slip into the cabin undetected – in fact, it would appear as if they were actually trying to hide from the shaggy-haired boy and his yankī girl counterpart. " You headed for Tōkyō, too?" Saruyuki asked, seeing as how the young woman chose not to depart when there was still plenty of time left to do so. And while it was still fresh on his mind, he followed up with another question, " If you don't mind me asking, what brought you to Sendai? Tanabata isn't gonna happen for another four or five months." That was the default reason people traveled to Sendai, anyway. Either that, or she must have some kind of hidden passion for the Sengoku period. ✉ tag -- ( Xenica Sanagi ) ✎ 694 words ※ an unfamiliar presence lingers nearby... |
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Post by Xenica Sanagi on Mar 12, 2019 3:19:32 GMT
[attr="class","xenica"]" Yup, I got business in Shibuya." The girl chirped, still looking around the train for anything suspicious. Alas, though, it seemed like there was really nothing out of the ordinary here. She turned her large eyes over to the blonde kid, just in time to catch him checking his messages. " Just kinda like I had some business in Sendai." There wasn't really any need for this boy to know exactly why she was going places, and for this reason, she didn't really bother to come up with an excuse. She just left it at that, really. " Seems like a long commute for somebody like you, though. Did you run away?" The homeless rates in Japan seemed to really be on the rise, couldn't go anywhere without running into these kids who ran away from their homes to chase some dream they would never achieve. Technically, she was one of those now. But her dream was different - she would achieve it. " If that's true, you should probably just turn around and go home. These streets are rough, kid, and they only get worse in Tokyo." If only if he really knew. It wasn't just gangs or crime, there was something far worse going on in the metropolis. The rise of Digimon, or Digital Monsters. They caused problems that humans could not even fathom. [newclass=.xenica]width:350px;font-variant:normal;font-weight:normal;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;font-family:Calibri;text-align:justify;margin-top:35px;padding:40px;border;[/newclass] [newclass=.xenica b]color:#f37171;font:11px Exo;[/newclass] [Googlefont="Exo"]
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Post by Saruyuki Takemitsu on Mar 12, 2019 4:17:15 GMT
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]猿も木から落ちる。 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ☸ Saruyuki paid little mind to the young woman's vague replies, seeing as how he didn't exactly have any valid reason to invade on her privacy, which was strange, considering her own apparent willingness to thoughtlessly butt in on his business. But that last comment of her's was utterly gratuitous. " I've heard hamsters make scarier threats than that," Saruyuki rebuffs without skipping a beat, folding both arms into his chest as he brought one leg up to cross it over the other, " I ain't no tourist." Like she could claim to have any sense of awareness about what was going on in his life... The Shinkansen's pneumatic doors slide closed upon the intercom's last signal to board; thankfully, there weren't as many commuters as there had been when the two teenagers left Sendai. Within seconds, another sudden jerk causes the train to buckle, and they were off for the capital, which sat thirty kilometers away, just beyond the reach of Ueno Station. But Saruyuki couldn't shake the feeling that this chick was actually trying to get under his skin, as if she were really just an evil alien parasite in the guise of a human girl. Closing his eyes, the boy's brow scrunches inward as he meditates on a few postures and stances he intended on practicing later, hoping it would be enough inspiration to keep his mind off of her earlier dig about running away from home— If only he could, though. ✉ tag -- ( Xenica Sanagi ) ✎ 242 words ※ critical hit! it's super-effective! |
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Post by Xenica Sanagi on Mar 12, 2019 4:48:35 GMT
[attr="class","xenica"]" Then I hope for your sake that you know what you're doing." Xenica remarked, knowing that this one wasn't just going to sit there and take a verbal beating. The way he talked, the way he sat, the condition of his phone - a few things told her that he wasn't a stranger to getting a little rough. The crimson-eyed teenager smirked and folded her arms, using the silence to drone over what to say next. Maybe this guy did know what he was talking about. It was incredibly doubtful, but just maybe he was what caused her Digivice to go off. Was he hiding something? It wasn't really her business if he was, but still, curiosity killed the cat. " If you're not a tourist, you must've heard about the weird stuff going on there." Her eyes peered over to the primate-like boy, or rather up over at, as she was quite a bit shorter than him. " Giant monsters, stuff like that." Normally, this would be crazy talk. But this was the age of the internet - and talk about Digimon spread like wildfire over social media and forums, even if the government-aligned media tried their best to cover it up and suppress it. They were fast approaching the final stop. Though she had mostly forgotten about him, the priest in the back of the car seemed to be getting a little anxious during this conversation. Several others would begin looking at the two teenagers, almost as if they were trying to listen in, or study their movements. Xenica paid no attention to this, still focused on speaking. " You believe in any of that?" [newclass=.xenica]width:350px;font-variant:normal;font-weight:normal;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;font-family:Calibri;text-align:justify;margin-top:35px;padding:40px;border;[/newclass] [newclass=.xenica b]color:#f37171;font:11px Exo;[/newclass] [Googlefont="Exo"]
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Post by Saruyuki Takemitsu on Mar 12, 2019 17:30:43 GMT
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]猿も木から落ちる。 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ☸ Did you run away? If that's true, then you should probably just turn around and go home. Saruyuki could practically feel the yankī child's comments smoldering beneath his skin like hot steaming coals. Her insinuations that he was a runaway were harsh enough on their own, but telling him to abandon this course of action and go back did nothing but remind the schoolboy of his old man; such remarks were always deprecating for Saruyuki, who just wanted to be left alone and go about his business like everybody else. He scoffs at the stunning similarities between the two people, this strangely-dressed girl and his own father. Narcissists...It wasn't until the Shinkansen sped through Ueno Station that the female interloper continued her prying with even more offhanded questions, only this time, she happened to make mention of rumors regarding the supposed existence of giant monsters and other such phenomena. Wait, she wasn't kidding, was she? Oh. Oh." You mean like Gappa, Daimajin and King Ghidorah?" Saruyuki couldn't help but let off a chuckle of disbelief, shaking his head at her attempts to be entirely serious with him, " And I thought I was the guy who watched too many movies." Could she really blame him for being skeptical? Probably, considering she was the one who brought the subject up in the first place. Nevertheless, he wasn't wholly ignorant of the topic – Saruyuki might not pay much attention to current events, but he wasn't some cave-dwelling troll without Internet access. " I dunno, I might have heard a comment once or twice? It's not like I pay any attention to that kinda stuff, I got my own problems ta deal with." The tall male figure in priestly clothes stiffens his back, while the cluster of schoolboys several seats further down hawked Saruyuki and his conversational partner from between the numerous other passengers, practically glaring at him with predatory intent. " Look," Saruyuki says to the girl, being conscientious enough to avoid addressing her in the diminutive sense like she had done with him, " I dunno what you're tryin' to convince me of here, but I'm pretty sure what you're smoking is a five-year prison sentence just waitin' to happen." Ten if she also happened to be growing, which, good luck with that; Japan's anti-cannabis laws were notoriously strict. The Shinkansen would be arriving in the administrative Chiyoda ward shortly, meaning the American-dressed girl would have to probably board another train just to get around the immense foot traffic. That is, assuming she was like every other person in this country and had change to spare for a second ticket. Saruyuki didn't mind the extra walking distance, really, as the day was still plenty young enough and the exercise was good for his leg strength. ✉ tag -- ( Xenica Sanagi ) ✎ 462 words ※ SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES |
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Post by Xenica Sanagi on Mar 16, 2019 17:06:24 GMT
[attr="class","xenica"]" There ain't no real way I can convince you of anything, chief." Of course somebody who hasn't encountered the phenomenon would think this way. It was quite a ridiculous thing to believe in, really, but it was a reality. There was nothing she could say that would convince him otherwise. She was once in his shoes, after all. " I was just wondering, you know?" The train would be arriving at the next station soon, and she would have to get off in order to board the next one that would bring her closer to where she needed to be. Soon, her interactions with this guy would be over, and she would be on with her business. Still...Xenica was unable to shake the uneasy feeling she had this whole ride. Something caused her D-Tector to react earlier, and whatever it was, it still hasn't shown itself. Something wasn't right here. The crimson-eyed girl found herself spacing out thinking about the subject, until she was sprung back to this world by the crackling and blaring of the loudspeaker, signaling that they have arrived at the Chiyoda district. " Guess this is finally it." The teenager said casually to the blonde, getting up from her seat and exiting the train. Many more would follow - most noticeably the group of delinquents that were eyeing up the duo, and the man dressed in priest attire. Xenica purposely lagged behind the crowd, noticing that many of them were following the blonde kid that she was sitting next to on the train. These were gang tactics - for whatever reason, he was being tracked down. At this moment, she thought to peek over her own shoulder, checking if the same was happening to her. Sure enough, four more ruffians seemed to be tailing her. Before the situation could be analyzed further, the lights in the station suddenly went out, only to flash back on within a couple seconds. Lightning? No, she knew very well what caused this. The holy man was nowhere to be seen after this flash, allowing Xenica to finally connect the pieces. Without a moment to lose, she sprinted forward, trying to break off from the gangers, who quickly followed suit and began to job after their target. The three thugs behind Saru began to snicker to each other, before the biggest of the trio began crackling his fingers, then clenching his fist and bringing it back. If he didn't move quick, he was gonna get decked in the back of the head. " Watch out!" The girl in the crimson jacket shouted, though unfortunately for her, she tripped at this moment, falling onto her palms. Flipping herself over, she realized the four thugs had caught up to her and surrounded her. " Shit..." This wouldn't end well. Who even were these guys? They looked like they just got out of school not too long ago. They definitely weren't hired hitmen or Yakuza members. " What the hell do you cockroaches want?" [newclass=.xenica]width:350px;font-variant:normal;font-weight:normal;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;font-family:Calibri;text-align:justify;margin-top:35px;padding:40px;border;[/newclass] [newclass=.xenica b]color:#f37171;font:11px Exo;[/newclass] [Googlefont="Exo"]
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Post by Saruyuki Takemitsu on Mar 16, 2019 20:29:34 GMT
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[attr="class","hiraeth"]猿も木から落ちる。 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ☸ Saruyuki shrugs in response to the girl's resignation, being careful to brace himself in his seat as the Shinkansen grinds its way to a full stop with a final hiss, wrought iron wheels scraping against the tracks below like nails on a chalkboard. Her parting comment is delivered with the same passive indifference, but the blond schoolboy yields enough courtesy to give the other teenager a mild wave of the hand before standing up to depart from the train's interior. Chiyoda. The district reeked with the stench of bureaucracy, Saruyuki thought with a light frown, but he wasn't here to file administrative reports. It was merely a halfway point in his journey to Shibuya, which sat a couple of kilometers away from the ward but could be walked to without too much difficulty, provided he was smart enough to avoid the areas which had congested traffic. Never skip leg day. While Saruyuki ducked and weaved through the crowds of people to reach the staircase leading outside, the terminal's lighting system went haywire for no less than several seconds, causing him to pause just long enough for his instincts to send him a neural impulse to defend himself. As if to validate these gut sensations, the voice of that girl from earlier screamed out, possibly to someone else, but it was all Saruyuki needed to swivel on his feet with his arms raised— —A fist connects with his forearms, and in that same instant, Saruyuki uses one of his own hands to thrust forward and shove his attacker backwards with just enough upper body strength to get a good look at his face. If looks could kill, Saruyuki would have dropped dead on sight, but they weren't just after him – they had to drag the other girl into this mess, too. Instantly, his teeth clench together into an open scowl, and his fingers curl into tightly balled fists. " Goddammit, Akamori, what the hell do you want?!" Saruyuki delivers his question with venomous outrage, adopting a stance reminiscent of the one which all Wing Chun practitioners took up before a fight was about to begin. " I told you and your goon platoon to leave me alone!" " You're in no position to make demands, Takemitsu," shouts the bulky schoolboy with arrogant affect, brushing his school blazer as though his chosen victim hadn't actually managed to stave him off, smugly pointing a thumb over at Xenica and the other delinquent punks that surrounded her, " Not if you don't want anything bad to happen to your little lady friend over there." A thinner, lankier student skillfully summons a Balisong knife from his pocket and flourishes it for the both of them to see, prompting an irritated growl from Saruyuki. " You're a goddamn scumbag, Akamori! Stop draggin' other people into my issues!" he screamed. " Too late, asshole. This is what you get for makin' me look like an idiot last week!" Akamori bellows with bravado. It was a small but noteworthy glimpse into Saruyuki's tumultuous life, and it was a scenario he had never planned for, but regretted all the same. ✉ tag -- ( Xenica Sanagi ) ✎ 515 words ※ NEVER BRING A KNIFE TO A FISTFIGHT! |
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Ashikaga Mao
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Post by Ashikaga Mao on Mar 18, 2019 7:20:41 GMT
Ah, Chiyoda. A hive of bureaucracy and...mediocrity, truthfully. Mao had only been here because this was a district her sister worked in, and required some errands to be ran. Luckily for her, they weren't actually very difficult. Only part of the whole ordeal that had been strenuous was the act of -getting- there in the first place.
And now, it was time to go back. There was a train headed to Shibuya that Mao could catch, and she genuinely was headed home without a care in the world, until she heard some shouting and stopped, turning to find, in what could be called the grandest coincidence of all time, Xenica Sanagi and someone she didn't know getting harassed by...school punks.
Yeah, maybe the train could wait for a bit. Mao walked over towards the confrontation, before yawning. "Hey, could you shitheads do me a huge favor and leave my friends alone?" ...Was she actually gonna have to use that knife she got like, three months ago today or was this just people trying to look like badasses?
Either way, another lanky girl coming to try standing up for a skinny brat like Xen and someone who looked as ready to kick some as as Saruyuki might not cause this to end well, at all. So, what now?
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Post by Xenica Sanagi on Mar 28, 2019 6:18:59 GMT
[attr="class","xenica"]While the apparent leader of the group was engaged with the blonde, one of the skinnier boys approached Xenica, brandishing a shiny knife that he had likely just picked up at the thrift store. The two other goons that surrounded her also pulled out weaponry, running their fingers across the sharp objects, as if they were anxious to use them. " Oh, knives, really scary. I hope you brought more than that." The scrawny girl wasted no time in spinning herself clockwise on the ground, using one of her legs to trip one of the thugs, before spiraling to her feet. She wasn't an expert on fighting technique and didn't know any martial arts, but this wasn't the first scuffle she had gotten in. She spent most of her life picking on kids just like these ones, and employed various tactics to take them out. " Fuck that! Stab that bitch!" The skinny, snake-like boy hissed at his lackies, one of which was currently still struggling to get to his feet. Another thug, red-headed and overweight, lunged at the girl with messy execution. She employed another tactic she used to use in an instant, bringing a knee to fat bastard's crotch area. Moving aside swiftly to avoid his massive falling body, she now had to worry about the other one, who was already reaching out to stab her in the gut. Unfortunately for him, the crimson eyed girl saved her deadliest tactic for last. Narrowly dodging the lanky schoolboy's knife, she grabbed his arm at the wrist and elbow, then swiftly bending it backwards to break his arm. He screamed, falling to the floor with the other two. But it wasn't over yet. The first goon and the fat kid were starting to get to their feet, and they were more pissed off than ever. It was at this point that Xenica learned that her 'friend' Mao had strolled into the encounter, which was strange, but welcomed. " Hey Red! Nice meeting you here." She dodged an oncoming punch from the middle built goon, noticing that two more of these vermin rushed out of an alley to engage Mao. Christ, how many of these idiots were there? Ducking to avoid a two-pronged assault, she then delivered a devastating punch to the larger boy to push him back, before yelling out to the boy from earlier. " You sure know how to pick friends, kid. You'd be better off raising actual cockroaches." She shouted, still engaged in defending herself and dishing out blows. These idiots weren't worth a spirit evolution, so hopefully everyone else was doing as well as she was. [newclass=.xenica]width:350px;font-variant:normal;font-weight:normal;font-size:10px;line-height:normal;font-family:Calibri;text-align:justify;margin-top:35px;padding:40px;border;[/newclass] [newclass=.xenica b]color:#f37171;font:11px Exo;[/newclass] [Googlefont="Exo"]
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