OC: Was on shift all week and had to prioritize the mod.
IC:
"Hey weirdo, how come you aren't taking part yourself? You seem a bit bored since you're trying so hard to stir Tatsuo up."
His head turned to look over Yaboi. His chapped, thin lips peeled back exposing his yellowed and crooked teeth as he let out a low guffaw. "How... inarticulate you are. I would have termed myself bizarre." Words have meaning Yaboi, indeed they do. The power you give with such gracious words is astounding. "Speak such gracious words again this hour," his eyes betrayed a mischievous glimmer. "Careless words such as your give" he scoffed "'weirdos' such as me power." Of course children do not know of what or whom they speak, they just use words they know with little understanding of what they were... what they are. They just said things thoughtlessly. "I plan to trial the winner, anything less is the efforts of a beginner."
"Tatsuo, why you attracting people like this guy? Thought we were here to watch Hoshi fight." The kids were not doing a very good job defusing the situation. Kids were rarely useful, as these ones demonstrated. A hindrance. An Achilles.
"Blame the pompadour." he replied.
“I think that I’ve seen you before… you too, although I’m not so sure about you… and you… uhh… nice bandages.”
Another kid scurried in. Yes, his bandages were 'nice.' "Could get you some similar decor," they are too easy on kids these days. There was something menacing in how he said that.
"I was travelling when they were choosing the fighters. By the time I was back in the Village, they had already been chosen."
He explained. "So, you would have won a fight?" He prodded. Hubris? He watched as Hoshi's bones started to break. Snap. Crack. Pop. They would twist and writhe but he would stand. "I have a feeling that you would not be able to withstand the demon's blight." Envy.
"I think Hoshi is stronger than me, yeah. If we fought, I would put my money on him. He's one of the most resilient people i've ever met."
Or not...
They talked about who the other guy was. "Fake ninja to prove that shinobi skillsets could be bought without the village middle man," Ichi commented. "In fact..." He would stand up and make his way over to Suika. "Young lady, would you like to learn how be a better fighter than this man?" He was referring to Tatsuo of course. He would extend a bandaged hand in her direction. "You realize that I too am a capable illusionist," his voice would run dry like autumn leaves. [Offer: He wants to have you join him for a 'game.'] With promises of greatness he was asking her to do something both dangerous and foolish. To take her hand, but certainly she likely felt safe her among these boys. The was likely one of the few girls in her class and sh was likely smothered with attention. After long enough it became an expectation. It became a groundless confidence. He would lean forward and whisper something into her ear. If she was asked what she was told, she would not be able to make sense of the words he said. Something that perhaps rhymed with dead. Med. Fed. Lead?
IC:
"Hey weirdo, how come you aren't taking part yourself? You seem a bit bored since you're trying so hard to stir Tatsuo up."
His head turned to look over Yaboi. His chapped, thin lips peeled back exposing his yellowed and crooked teeth as he let out a low guffaw. "How... inarticulate you are. I would have termed myself bizarre." Words have meaning Yaboi, indeed they do. The power you give with such gracious words is astounding. "Speak such gracious words again this hour," his eyes betrayed a mischievous glimmer. "Careless words such as your give" he scoffed "'weirdos' such as me power." Of course children do not know of what or whom they speak, they just use words they know with little understanding of what they were... what they are. They just said things thoughtlessly. "I plan to trial the winner, anything less is the efforts of a beginner."
"Tatsuo, why you attracting people like this guy? Thought we were here to watch Hoshi fight." The kids were not doing a very good job defusing the situation. Kids were rarely useful, as these ones demonstrated. A hindrance. An Achilles.
"Blame the pompadour." he replied.
“I think that I’ve seen you before… you too, although I’m not so sure about you… and you… uhh… nice bandages.”
Another kid scurried in. Yes, his bandages were 'nice.' "Could get you some similar decor," they are too easy on kids these days. There was something menacing in how he said that.
"I was travelling when they were choosing the fighters. By the time I was back in the Village, they had already been chosen."
He explained. "So, you would have won a fight?" He prodded. Hubris? He watched as Hoshi's bones started to break. Snap. Crack. Pop. They would twist and writhe but he would stand. "I have a feeling that you would not be able to withstand the demon's blight." Envy.
"I think Hoshi is stronger than me, yeah. If we fought, I would put my money on him. He's one of the most resilient people i've ever met."
Or not...
They talked about who the other guy was. "Fake ninja to prove that shinobi skillsets could be bought without the village middle man," Ichi commented. "In fact..." He would stand up and make his way over to Suika. "Young lady, would you like to learn how be a better fighter than this man?" He was referring to Tatsuo of course. He would extend a bandaged hand in her direction. "You realize that I too am a capable illusionist," his voice would run dry like autumn leaves. [Offer: He wants to have you join him for a 'game.'] With promises of greatness he was asking her to do something both dangerous and foolish. To take her hand, but certainly she likely felt safe her among these boys. The was likely one of the few girls in her class and sh was likely smothered with attention. After long enough it became an expectation. It became a groundless confidence. He would lean forward and whisper something into her ear. If she was asked what she was told, she would not be able to make sense of the words he said. Something that perhaps rhymed with dead. Med. Fed. Lead?