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maskormenacelogs2017-02-12 11:33 am
tacticianing) wrote in 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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He's been so careful to do nothing. Well... nothing that anyone would take note of. But it doesn't matter, and never would.
Since it seems like he's going to be stopped here for a while, Kidou's hands appear briefly from beneath his cloak, only to tuck themselves away against tightly folded arms. All too casually, his head turns to follow the guy, making no secret of the fact he's keeping him inside of his narrow field of vision.
He's not usually one to opt for excuses. It's easier to just never offer one. But perhaps it wouldn't hurt to further a false impression, since the alternative could be being followed again by someone who's apparently far better at staying in the background than Kidou would like. This could be a problem if he stays that curious.
(Not much of one, which he'd have to acknowledge if he could stop being a melodramatic weirdo.)]Is there a time limit for sightseeing?
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At that reply he can't help but laugh, though.]
No, sorry. It's just -- I've been here for ages, you know? This is the start of my third year. You get to know who's around. That being said, I'd give you a hand, if you were looking for something.
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[Kidou stays impassive, and completely still, not even moving to shift his weight or get to a more comfortable stance. There's a brief pause as he quickly runs through his options. And then...]
To have been here that long is difficult to imagine.
[That second part? It's as if Riku said nothing at all. Go on about this new topic, instead. That's interesting to him.]
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[So they're doing this now. That's fine. He can work with that. Eventually, if this goes well, Riku knows he'll be able to get back around to the original topic. Perhaps he won't even be interested anymore by that time. But at least he's not giving him non-answers anymore, which is progress, in his opinion.]
Time just... goes by. You get into a routine, and then before you're really conscious of it, it's been a pretty good length of time. It's kinda weird.
[Looking back on it like this, though, it is weird.]
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Even with everything that happens?
[It was like that after Aliea's invasion was resolved, but he hadn't expected more to come. Normal things, sure. More competitions. But not more war.
The same cannot be said for this place.]
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[It does sound messed up, when he puts it that way. Riku shrugs quietly, leaning just far enough that he can rest his chin in his palm. His wings stretch to the side, thoughtful.]
For me... I'm used to commotion, and I'm used to things being strange. My life hasn't been normal for -- four years, maybe, now. I was fifteen when I left home, and I'm nineteen now. You just -- adapt, you know? On a long enough timeline, people can get used to anything.
[That's his honest belief. Things become normal after awhile, things you'd never consider normal. Carrying around your best friend's comatose body, guarding it, but never needing to feed it or take care of it beyond that. Following around your body, watching it and the thief inside it go on as if you never existed. Wandering in the darkness for so long that you end up lost. Being someone else for months, becoming aware that you can never go home. And then, once you do get home, you get dragged off to another world with no way out. Riku feels like he's had enough practice getting used to things to really know how much a person can get used to.]
Though, I'm not expecting anyone else to feel like that, don't get me wrong. I'm kind of a weird case.
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That sentence gives Kidou pause. He can't say that's not the case - hadn't he been used to life before Raimon? No matter how bad it could be, he'd accepted it. He hadn't even realized how bad it was until he had something to compare it to. He looks down a little at that comment, away from the weirdly mesmerizing wings he'd been watching.
The problem is, he doesn't have any reply to that that doesn't skirt too close to personal problems. Once this guy's put a hint of a perspective that Kidou can understand to things, he can't really say it's strange for him to adjust. Just because Kidou's had a difficult time doing so does not mean others would.]
I see.
[Which is the most copout answer he could possibly give, and worst thing is, he knows it. So, he'll elaborate as best he can.]
What you say makes sense to me.
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I thought it might. It usually does. I'm not saying you need to get used to it, though. In fact, it's probably better you don't. Though if you do, that's all right to. When things happen around here, we just deal with them. Things going wrong is, unfortunately, something else I'm used to.
[He pauses -- then tilts his head just a little.]
I'm Riku, by the way.
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[Kidou naturally assumes that 'Riku' is part of a full name - just like Kidou is - so he introduces himself in kind. He doesn't really have a reason to obscure his own- it's not difficult to look up, he's guessing. There's no customary followup after he returns a name for a name; he'll be civil, but he isn't particularly inclined to be too polite to this guy. Not at the moment, anyway.
This Riku was sure saying a lot, even a few mild contradictions. Enough that Kidou can't quite find a stance to take right away on this..]
I'm not sure I entirely agree. Getting used to something isn't the same as dealing with things.
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What I should say is -- I'm used to having to deal with things.
[If that makes more sense.]
That being said, you had something you were doing, didn't you? I'm not going to be offended if you want to get back to that.