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maskormenacelogs2017-02-12 11:33 am
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WHO: Kidou, whoever else
WHERE: Anywhere
WHEN: This month
WHAT: Openbelated log
WARNINGS: Not unless being needlessly dramatic counts
The tire
Heropa, dated to when Endou left/before swear-in
[To look around the park close to the ImPort government housing, there’s barely any signs of winter at all; some trees lost their leaves, others seem convinced it’s fall, still others never got the memo and insist on displaying green leaves in blatant defiance of seasonal change. Those out and about tend to prefer tshirts and jeans; there’s no sign of scarves, and only a few have jackets or sweaters.
All this makes the diminutive red-cloaked figure on the hill stand out all the more.
It’s a fantastic spot, rising just high enough to look out over the treetops to the housing beyond. Someone, a long time ago, planted an oak tree here. Someone else, far more recently, affixed a tire to one of its branches with rope. Next to this stands Kidou, completely still save for his cloak fluttering in the occasional breeze.
He’s been here since a little after school let out, once he confirmed that Endou wasn’t coming back. He’ll be here for a good while more, at least if he’s left to his own devices.]
Location scouting
Any city but Maurtia Falls, between feb 6-10, late afternoons
[Kidou’s got one single mission in mind. When he’s not at soccer practice or school, he’s out exploring, looking for lesser populated areas that don’t immediately scream ‘dangerous area, keep away’. You might see him wandering the street, poking his head into the occasional alley, walking down trails through parks. At one point he explores some of Heropa’s beach, keeping an eye out towards the land to check for visibility.
But mostly you’ll see him walking around abandoned lots, unused stretches of forest inbetween housing and roads, standing at the edge of ditches; anywhere that looks like people won’t immediately see. He doesn't stray too far from the Porter in any city - accessibility is important.
Of course, a middle schooler heading deliberately out into lesser traveled or forgotten areas might look a little bit suspicious. Especially the way he stops and looks around now and then, surveying the area before moving on again.]
Intense Soccer Pong, Nonah or Maurtia Falls, either after school or on a weekend.
[There aren’t training facilities like he’s used to anymore around here, but that’s no excuse to let his own skills rust; it just means he's been creative about his methods. Today’s individual practice is going to consist of beating up one specifically chosen spot of concrete wall with a soccer ball until he either misses or a half hour passes, whichever comes first.
Until then, his additional (ridiculous) challenge for himself today is this ball is never going to hit the ground. He can't waste any time that way; every motion has to be precise and exactly controlled.
He’s picked a spot to the side of an abandoned gas station, where there’s a decent amount of space to run, and a wide stretch of wall to tackle. The abandoned property has not gone unnoticed to local gangs, who have taken it upon themselves to gleefully redecorate the walls with vaguely legible scribbles and random symbols.
Kidou’s picked a spot directly in the middle of a wide loop at the end of one of those messages, and has set one goal; no matter what, hit the exact same spot. Just like all the other times, the ball hits inside the graffiti right on target, rebounding at a slight angle away from him.
He’s ready for it. As soon as Kidou’s sent the ball back, he’s rapidly calculating where it will be in a second. By the time it bounces, Kidou’s already running, and doesn’t stop as much as plant one foot firmly on the ground to let his momentum swing his body around. It conserves energy while powering his return kick, sending the ball towards the wall at a wider rebound angle.
It's almost too wide. He just barely makes it to catch the ball again this time, and then he’s running off in the opposite direction all over again, angling for a better angle this kick. And so this goes on - interrupt him? Join in? Wait until he finally is forced to call it quits and retrieves a water bottle he’d stashed against the building?]
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WHERE: Anywhere
WHEN: This month
WHAT: Open
WARNINGS: Not unless being needlessly dramatic counts
The tire
Heropa, dated to when Endou left/before swear-in
[To look around the park close to the ImPort government housing, there’s barely any signs of winter at all; some trees lost their leaves, others seem convinced it’s fall, still others never got the memo and insist on displaying green leaves in blatant defiance of seasonal change. Those out and about tend to prefer tshirts and jeans; there’s no sign of scarves, and only a few have jackets or sweaters.
All this makes the diminutive red-cloaked figure on the hill stand out all the more.
It’s a fantastic spot, rising just high enough to look out over the treetops to the housing beyond. Someone, a long time ago, planted an oak tree here. Someone else, far more recently, affixed a tire to one of its branches with rope. Next to this stands Kidou, completely still save for his cloak fluttering in the occasional breeze.
He’s been here since a little after school let out, once he confirmed that Endou wasn’t coming back. He’ll be here for a good while more, at least if he’s left to his own devices.]
Location scouting
Any city but Maurtia Falls, between feb 6-10, late afternoons
[Kidou’s got one single mission in mind. When he’s not at soccer practice or school, he’s out exploring, looking for lesser populated areas that don’t immediately scream ‘dangerous area, keep away’. You might see him wandering the street, poking his head into the occasional alley, walking down trails through parks. At one point he explores some of Heropa’s beach, keeping an eye out towards the land to check for visibility.
But mostly you’ll see him walking around abandoned lots, unused stretches of forest inbetween housing and roads, standing at the edge of ditches; anywhere that looks like people won’t immediately see. He doesn't stray too far from the Porter in any city - accessibility is important.
Of course, a middle schooler heading deliberately out into lesser traveled or forgotten areas might look a little bit suspicious. Especially the way he stops and looks around now and then, surveying the area before moving on again.]
Intense Soccer Pong, Nonah or Maurtia Falls, either after school or on a weekend.
[There aren’t training facilities like he’s used to anymore around here, but that’s no excuse to let his own skills rust; it just means he's been creative about his methods. Today’s individual practice is going to consist of beating up one specifically chosen spot of concrete wall with a soccer ball until he either misses or a half hour passes, whichever comes first.
Until then, his additional (ridiculous) challenge for himself today is this ball is never going to hit the ground. He can't waste any time that way; every motion has to be precise and exactly controlled.
He’s picked a spot to the side of an abandoned gas station, where there’s a decent amount of space to run, and a wide stretch of wall to tackle. The abandoned property has not gone unnoticed to local gangs, who have taken it upon themselves to gleefully redecorate the walls with vaguely legible scribbles and random symbols.
Kidou’s picked a spot directly in the middle of a wide loop at the end of one of those messages, and has set one goal; no matter what, hit the exact same spot. Just like all the other times, the ball hits inside the graffiti right on target, rebounding at a slight angle away from him.
He’s ready for it. As soon as Kidou’s sent the ball back, he’s rapidly calculating where it will be in a second. By the time it bounces, Kidou’s already running, and doesn’t stop as much as plant one foot firmly on the ground to let his momentum swing his body around. It conserves energy while powering his return kick, sending the ball towards the wall at a wider rebound angle.
It's almost too wide. He just barely makes it to catch the ball again this time, and then he’s running off in the opposite direction all over again, angling for a better angle this kick. And so this goes on - interrupt him? Join in? Wait until he finally is forced to call it quits and retrieves a water bottle he’d stashed against the building?]
Wildcard
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How many of those months was Endou here as well? Even if only a month or two would it really be okay for anyone to touch this item that showed he had been here? Genda didn't have any experience to draw from regarding such things, or just what is supposed to be done in such situations. Even if Kidou said it easily, was it really that easy for Kidou to do so?
Would following the suggestion cheapen what this tire means to Kidou and that memory, that is the main question in all of this. Even though Kidou confirmed his memories are not as far as Genda's were, it didn't lessen the fact at how tightly Endou had wrapped himself in the lives of Inazuma Japan and thus around Kidou. Even with the logic this was meant to train goalkeeping skills, it was something purely Endou that it felt almost like an insult to have that aspect taken away if he used it.
There's no point in looking for any cues from Kidou regarding this, the stance and position the other has taken is a clear indication he's taken himself out of this equation; thus leaving it as his choice in whether he'll leave it as the memorial it is right now, or approach it and possibly take away part of what made this Endou's space since his own presence would now be part of it.
It's not a decision he feels he can just make this very moment. Instead he approaches it and settles close enough he can observe it better.
The rope is still in decent shape, but it may need some weather proofing or enforcing if any particularly strong storms come through in the near future. Though the sturdiness of the branch means the chance of it losing it's perch in this tree is less likely. Genda can't help give a slight upturn of a smile at these facts. It showed that despite his normal exuberance on the field that could be seen as reckless in many cases, that Endou did put a lot of thought into this particular spot and tree. It was something new about the other he hadn't thought about until now.]
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None of these things are interesting enough to hold Kidou's attention. Behind him, the soft crunch of a leaf indicates Genda's movement, and Kidou breathes in deeply, recentering himself.
Whatever the result is, it's no longer his call. Would fixating on it do any good now? Yet he can't help but mull over the possibilities in his mind, trying to weigh which is more likely. There are too many unknown variables - what has Genda picked up on being chief among them. This isn't something he can weigh odds to or estimate likely percentages on. Neither option is ideal, the more he thinks about this. Either he has to pass on the physical reminder of Endou to someone else's safekeeping - and Kidou trusts Genda enough to know without a shadow of doubt that he would keep it safe, but he'd have to symbolically surrender that one last bit of his dear friend. Or Genda lets him keep it, and Endou's legacy is left to stand alone and unused, forgotten to the world save one person. That's now how anything associated with Endou should ever be.
Safely hidden from Genda, that sad smile returns.
Endou Daisuke passed on everything to his grandson, albeit not exactly with any specific intent to do so. Endou freely gave out what he could, despite having an undisputed right to keep it for himself. He seemed happy to allow Tachimukai to share that legacy with him. And that was who Endou was; he always was willing to freely share such things. After all those months observing him, Kidou could find nothing selfish or self-centered about that bright-natured goalkeeper; it was part of why Raimon rallied so strongly around him. It wouldn't be honoring Endou to allow a piece of him to lie abandoned somewhere if there was an alternative.
That, he decides, is likely the source of that instinct that he had to offer this tire - and all that meant - to Genda. The more he thinks about it, the more he knows it's the right thing. No one ever said that what was right would ever be easy or painless. Just that it was what needed to be.
And in exchange... for the first time, Kidou can share with Genda something personal to him from his life. It's something they never could do before. Something he doesn't often have a call to do, or a readily available means to do. Endou isn't here anymore. Genda is. Both of them matter to him on a level that Kidou would never even try to put into words. Wouldn't offering to forge another link between them be worth this?
After all, he'll never forget anything about Endou. No matter what. Even going home, he'll have Endou right there at his side... so he doesn't need this. That's the logical approach to this, at least.... but no matter how much he reasons this out to convince himself, he can't really shove aside how torn he still feels about this. That's just for now, though. As time goes on, this too will become something he will simply accept. One of many.
Unless prompted, Kidou's set on watching the rest of the world while the fate of a piece of his own hangs in the balance. So that's what he'll do.]
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He's having to make a decision based on only a few known facts and what could be inferred by feelings and the reactions of others. He may know how Kidou would act and react in certain situations, to the point his own responses were unconsciously tailored to respond to such tells, Raimon and those six months here meant that what he knew could now be wrong or completely obsolete regarding certain things. Even now, part of his unease regarding this stemmed from how open Kidou has been regarding Endou. He would never have assumed to even be told half of what was said and implied in this brief conversation. Despite his personal and team based devotion to Kidou, he could never truly remember Kidou actually being anything but distant and remote in many ways. Not even Sakuma seemed capable of passing a certain barrier and he was likely the closes out of all of them to Kidou.
Discounting those memories, and just how horrible they had acted to cause such actions from Kidou, Raimon and Inazuma Japan were far closer to Kidou then they at Teikoku had ever attempted. Which put a dim view on them as a whole in regards to the one member all of them would have walked through fire for if he had needed them to.
Perhaps that's why he hesitates, despite how plainly this was passed on for him to decide. By all rights this was a legacy that Kidou, and perhaps Gran should be keepers of, but Kidou had handed it over to him as well. Regardless of the fact he was no more then a passing face in Endou's life. He couldn't fathom such happening when Kidou has been his captain in everything, and not just a title he had selfishly labeled him with in this place. The chance of him reading the other wrong is much higher now, and it's unsettling to think there could be such a disconnect on his end.
He's hesitated enough, and right or wrong Kidou had placed this into his hands.
The small creak as he tests the weight with a small lean of weight on the hand resting on sturdy rubber lasts a moment. Before hands cautiously find the correct grip that would keep said tire from slipping out of his grasp, and he backs up a step or two. Long limbs an advantage in the moment as he doesn't actually need to back up as far as another to bring the tire to a certain height before its released with a calculated shove.
His stance settles loosely with his left foot half a step further back then his right. A deceptive stance that had tricked even him at first when Saginuma had showed it to him, but he had soon learned that the strength was less in the legs and more in the torso and upper arms. The tire reaches its arc as one hand comes up open palmed to catch it. (One of the few things the other was always to the point about was to never attempt using this block unless you were certain your hand strength could handle the force and thus not break knuckles.) It's not a typical stance for him he vaguely thinks, as he braces for the impact, but weeks of learning different abilities from those of Neo Japan had diversified his normal habits in regards to blocking when there wasn't the instinct of harmony that was Teikoku to fall back into.
The smack of rubber meeting palm stings briefly. He'll need to acquire actual gloves at some point in the near future if this is to be a continuous thing, if only to stop anyone concluding wrongly about why over the state of his hands. The momentum is the surprise as he has to brace much more then anticipated to slow down the force behind the tire. The easy to manage motion via the rope belayed the actual heft of the thing. It's no wonder Endou seemed incapable of being surprised by the power behind a shoot if he deceives himself like this regularly.]
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Kidou tries to let go of any sense of time beyond the length of time between breaths. He doesn't need to know how long he stands here. He doesn't want to know. That Genda is clearly taking time to decide is all he needs to be aware of. He's glad, really. While the wait eats away at him, he's bolstered against the unease by the knowledge that Genda clearly takes this seriously. As expected of the taciturn goalkeeper. It's just how things strike Kidou, but he suspects Genda is regarding this decision with respect, just like Kidou had secretly hoped he would but provided no reasons to. He'd have understood if Genda didn't feel that way. How could he know? But even the suspicion that Genda saw even a fraction of the weird almost reverence Kidou had to place on this artifact did much to help soothe him.
He doesn't mind that wait as much, the longer this goes on, sinking deeper into his thoughts and letting his ambivalence slowly take over his mind until the outside world is an afterthought. If Genda takes this long to either take the gift or leave it, then Kidou can know it wasn't a hastily made decision. He'd trust his life to Genda without hesitation. He had before, without Genda ever knowing during that same match with Raimon that Genda referred to. That Genda was broken through meant only that Gouenji had too much power for Genda to contend with. Kidou would still trust Genda to protect anything he was entrusted with- the goal, the team's survival chances, his fate, and now this.
While Kidou would have to accept Genda's choice if he walked away from this, Kidou has a growing certainty that he won't. Both of them are still here, and that silence says everything. Neither of them are doing anything else. So, neither will... until Genda acts.
A solid thump resonates behind him, heralding Genda's choice.
It's a nostalgic sound, to say the least. It's a little different than Kidou remembers, in some way too minute to pinpoint. Probably because it isn't Endou behind that tire now. Genda is taller, so he has longer arms and therefore more leeway. That would make sense.
Kidou's eyes open again, his sad smile already being forced to harden. Genda didn't need Kidou's weakness right now. He needs his support instead, and a smile could change the way you spoke in small but important ways. He needs to convey his approval- no, more than that, his appreciation. It wasn't that disingenuous a reaction; while he couldn't find it in himself to pretend he could be happy right now, Kidou honestly could say he's glad that this is the result. How much worse would it be if every time he cut through this park he had to pass by a tire no one else cared about? If no one ever used it, would someone take it down? This is the only good outcome, for both the friend that's absent and the one at his side right now. He can live with that.
Endou... I like to think you'd be proud of me for this. You'd be training him to do this yourself right now, wouldn't you?]
What do you think?
[Yeah.... You would.
I will never be as noble as you, nor as optimistic. That spark you can awaken in others... I have no illusions that I'll ever have that special ability. But I can share what you've shared with me. I can continue what you've already started.
That's what I'll do. I won't let everything you've done be for nothing.]
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[Whether he's talking about the tire, Endou, or both is up in the air even within his own mind.
Genda's focus on where his hand meets tire doesn't aide in such as the scowl on his face is less a scowl and more, an almost contemplative, neutral look. It's sun warm and there are pits and tiny grooves that he can't actually see but can feel underneath his fingertips. This wasn't just some tire saved for and then bought from an actual store then to have that sort of wear and tear already in it.
Did Endou find someone who was replacing this tire with a newer one and ask for it? Was it found on the side of the road meant to rot away, before he gave it a new purpose? Was there a tire like this somewhere near Raimon that Endou would go to daily when everyone else was ready to head home for the day?
They were odd thoughts, but in a way they were logical, as all were in regards to trying to understand Endou and the significance held by this spot and tire. It was harder to do so this way then when sharing a field or actually passing a ball back and forth between them, but he had shared a field on four separate occasions and had seen how much Endou could change everything with just a few words, or bolster spirits by his playing. If there was such a tire back home, how many others had seen him practice with such and been drawn in by his likely just as apparent enthusiasm for such that he showed on the field?
It would explain a lot in regards why certain members of Raimon seemed to gravitate even closer to the goalkeeper then others, if this sort of place was shared between them. ]
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[A soft affirmative noise more than a word.]
Until I watched this in action, I couldn't have understood. Even now...
[The light catches Kidou's goggles as he turns, flashing a brilliant white before dancing across the glass, lingering at the edges as Kidou comes to a stop. He's prepared, or at least he tells himself that he is, for that last twist in his chest at the sight of Genda's hand lightly resting against the tire. It wasn't supposed to just be the two of them here, in a spot neither of them had ever had any claim to before. But now... it was. And that was going to be the future, as far as he could see.
At the same time, he's gratified to see that his suspicion was correct - Genda's face is best described as thoughtful, hand pressed to the rough rubber like how Kidou's had been before. Genda's not someone who Kidou sees as a gentle person, but here, he could run the risk of being mistaken for one. Or is that projection? Either way... there's a bittersweetness to this where before there was just pain.
Now that he's facing Genda directly, he continues where he'd let that thought hang.]
... I've seen it still leads to surprises.
[Kidou can't help but think back to that first practice match with Raimon at those words. That description - both Genda's and his own - fit more than just Endou's training method. Who would have imagined what they would end up unlocking back then? Certainly none of the data projections they had available.]
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[It was unorthodox, but the very fact that such was surprising even as it seemed simplistic...it fit far too well with the goalkeeper and his play style. Even when you thought you had every way he could respond mapped out and planned for, he always did something you wouldn't expect to work but would.
He'd likely would never say it out loud, it was wasted effort to do so with how things now were, but it was regretful that even here he had missed that chance to maybe share a team with Endou. To see just what it was that seemed to pull so many towards him and gain some understanding of it. It was a fleeting thought, even back home there was no point in dwelling on such.
Genda only turns to Kidou after stepping back, hand falling away and to his side with the motion. His expression is the oddity, as it doesn't smooth back into it's normal default expression as quickly as it normally would when caught out like this. It feels cheap to pretend he wasn't affected by the implications that had settled when he had stopped this tire.
He feels like there's more he should say, but he's not sure how to word the thoughts without it coming off as saccharine or superficial. There likely wasn't really a way to voice the weight of this legacy he chose to help keep.]