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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?]
Wildcard
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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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[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.]