NIGHTMARE
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 1, 2017 13:24:43 GMT
After all was said and done, the anger and hate had subsided. There was nothing within him now, nothing but the feeling of being tired and hungry. Why wasn't he made; why was it so easily replaced by the idea of eating? Had his earlier failure not set into his mind, simply disappearing as someone pulled him away from the scene. Couldn't quite remember the girl, but he'd definitely seen her before. Why wasn't he able to remember her name-- more importantly, why couldn't he remember what happened?
The fight was a blur, everything out of place and mismatched in his head. The intensity of the fight no longer gripped him as he thought about it, as if it had only managed to go on for a few seconds. Impossible, they must've been going at it for a few minutes, continually trading blows. Kimura could only make out few instances of contact before having rolled right into a wall and feeling entirely defeated. It just didn't bother him like it should have, almost akin to a hangover when he began to think about it. Maybe that's what he needed, some alcohol.
Right now, he was sitting in some hole-in-the-wall restaurant, waiting for some company. As they were leaving the area, the young man saw her, Kaida. She was being dragged about by some other goon, just as he'd been ordered, even with all her struggling. After managing to come to his senses, Kimura asked for her to be left alone, just like she would want. Of course, this came with another request, for her to come to dinner with him that night. He wanted to take care of her, it was his fault that she ended up like this, just wasn't strong enough to do what he set out for.
So, here he was, sitting in a booth and waiting for a girl, wounded and broken. His lip was busted open and there were multiple bruises around his body. The knuckles of his right hand had several layers of skin missing, blood drying on the largest knuckle which had been in the middle. Mostly, the young man wanted to go home, take a shower, and go to sleep. The feeling of hunger kept him here though, hungry for more than just nutritional sustenance. There was a hunger for companionship, for someone to brush their fingers through his hair and tell him he didn't fuck up entirely today. It'd been so long since someone embraced him like that, not finding a need to until today.
The food he ordered while he waited was arriving, a set meal of thinly sliced meat, potatoes, onions, and carrots stewed in sweetened soy sauce along with rice on the side. The stew had been boiled to reduce its presence in the dish, giving it more of a side role to all the other ingredients. With it came a whole bottle of sake and two cups, assuming that his dinner guest would enjoy the alcohol as well. Without wasting a moment, Kimura poured his cup, waiting for Kaida to do the same for her. For now, he'd let the food sit, it was still hot and by the time she got there, they could probably eat together. The food was hastily put together in the ease of convenience, but it wasn't the worst in Shinjuku. |
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NIGHTMARE
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Serpentemon
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Post by Kaida Adachi on Oct 1, 2017 23:22:49 GMT
BS087 - METEOR WING
BS066 - JUSTICE BLASTER W
BS123 - BLUE SKY
BS045 - PEPPER BREATH
BS044 - TRAINING MANUAL
BS077 - TANGLE VINES
BS048 - MARCHING FISHES
SC05 - CLEAN UP
SC21 - DARK SPIKE
BS084 - GHOST NETWORK
BS106 - CARD MINE
BS127 - METAL WOLF CLAW
BS117 - WING BLADE
BS051 - PUPPY HOWL
Kaida, in stark contrast to Kimura, still was stewing in her own personal batch of hate. The idea that she was hurt because of that man's Digimon was a fact that she didn't want to forget, she had to remember it. Then she wouldn't forget what she would have to do if she ever found him again...but it seemed that wasn't the only thing she'd need to remember tonight. A dinner, an absolutely idiotic pastime...but paid food won her over. That always won her over. So here she was, hobbling to the...restaurant, at least charitably calling it that. She tried to walk as straight as possible, leg screaming in protest against the action until nobody was looking, whereupon she'd resume a limp. Jorgie was still hidden, and she was waiting for him to recover into Rookie form. However, her walk was clearly straining her. Her leg had been hidden by her pants, and she refused to let anyone know what was wrong. She was going to get food, then sleep for maybe an eternity. Briefly, she resumed a straight stance as she entered, mouth watering at the smell of food, fresh food! She made to her table...amd promptly collapsed into the opposite side, face white and screwing her eyes shut as she clamped down a grimace. She allowed herself a second of this, then cracked open her eyes at the Nightmare member, blinking briefly, " The hell happened? Where the fuck was your partner?" Kimura Kyōryoku |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 2, 2017 0:41:53 GMT
It'd been a while since a simple question could make him this angry. Where had it been all this time, when he was just sitting there, recounting the whole affair? Was he really going to snap at someone he invited to dinner over a simple misunderstanding. Something told him he should, but it didn't sound like the right idea. Just didn't make sense if he weren't really mad at her-- he should be mad at himself. "I'm just gonna say this once: We don't get to ask that question," There was this sense of resolve as though the matter was dropped then and there. He wasn't about to give her to idea she could just ask him whatever and however she felt. She was his guest right now.
Either way, there wasn't a direct answer to that question to begin with. Part of the reason why he said 'we', everyone at that dinner table didn't have a right to ask that question. The young man learned to stop asking a while ago, the question having become a moot point. Maybe it was time to say it again, when he had the time to confront that problem. When would that be? Taking a swig of his alcohol and just let it take its course, trying to forget about this for now. It was already hard enough to take this kind of failure and Kimura really didn't know how to feel anymore.
Odd that he'd lost feeling and then attempt to numb them all over again. At least she was here now, hard to say she planned on showing up given her general contempt for others. Meant something to him, even if it was more for the benefit of food if anything. The coal-haired male slid a menu to her, talking about what was on it, "If you want some recommendations, their ramen is quite nice. If you wanna know what I have, this is beef Nikujaga. They also make it with pork, if you're into that. There's a bottle of sake to share, you could order your own drink if you want, too." It was like he was trying to avoid talking about it, his head was starting to hurt like before.
Lifting the cup once more and turning it until bottoms up, he'd finished it, unceremoniously faster than he usually would. Should probably wait before picking up the bottle again, there was something to clear up. "Alright, I'm sorry if I sound more hungry than angry, but it's a little hard to remember what happened. It sounds weird, because I know what I did, but I woke up to something different," As he spoke, the young man's head limply tapped the wall and rested against it. Why did he feel so tired? He needed to keep moving.
Pushing his left shoulder forward, the socialite stretched his chest and took a deep breath in, a slight crack coming from his back as his torso widened momentarily. Using this push, the black haired peer was now sitting upright, facing her and taking in the details of just how hurt she was. Seems like they were both much luckier than others, but it wasn't saying much at the moment. "Kaida, are you okay? Please don't feed me any bullshit, either. Neither of us is okay," A plain statement about their affairs, only one man came out of that okay. He was still breathing in the aroma as he asked, taking a spoon and showering the meat and vegetables of his dish with its sweetened soy sauce broth. It wasn't yet time to eat, but he may as well keep his hand occupied. |
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NIGHTMARE
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Serpentemon
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Post by Kaida Adachi on Oct 2, 2017 3:07:10 GMT
BS087 - METEOR WING
BS066 - JUSTICE BLASTER W
BS123 - BLUE SKY
BS045 - PEPPER BREATH
BS044 - TRAINING MANUAL
BS077 - TANGLE VINES
BS048 - MARCHING FISHES
SC05 - CLEAN UP
SC21 - DARK SPIKE
BS084 - GHOST NETWORK
BS106 - CARD MINE
BS127 - METAL WOLF CLAW
BS117 - WING BLADE
BS051 - PUPPY HOWL
Kaida could take a hint, and shrugged with a tiny, " Hmm." She supposed everyone had secrets, and didn't feel like pushing this issue. Though she was rather proud that Jorgie actually showed up, taking a look at some people (particularly that one kid with the pushy Digimon) she knew for a fact that some Digimon just...didn't care about their Tamers, it was like people, and she had no business trying to butt into situations like that. He certainly fought for Nightmare, so she didn't need to care where his partner went. Instead, she propped her head up onto her hand, looking down at the food with clear want. She gave the sake a dubious glance, but she took a cup for herself. Only one though, she didn't need to become delirious, she needed to get to safety after this...very odd occasion. Her mouth twitched at the taste, and she hastily pushed her cup away, she was upset, just not upset enough to get drunk on...that. She was trying to listen to Kimura, she really was, but it was starting to sound like useless gibberish as the state of her leg became more and more important in mind. This wasn't too obvious, having a stony face made hiding stuff like this far easier, but the way she squinted at the menu as if she wasn't seeing it before mumbling, " I'll...just have yours." Should be sufficient evidence that her mind was far away. Kaida closed her eyes for a few seconds, why was it getting worse? She shifted her weight slightly so, desperately making sure that her leg wasn't touching the table. She couldn't tell how Kimura was doing, but barely remembering a fight like that didn't sound good, did that happen when you were hit in the head? Hopefully he wouldn't die or anything, a person who'd punch a Tamer was hard to come by. " Better than me." She hissed, " I remember shit, I got stupid." She should have never let go of Jorgie, better yet, she shouldn't have made her position known in such a way. Kaida, are you okay? Please don't feed me any bullshit, either. Neither of us is okayNow this seemed to catch her attention back from wherever fog she had started retreating to, and she frowned sharply, " Nothing I can't handle. Little blast didn't kill me, I'm...good, gotta lay down somewhere though." Even she wasn't certain where she planned to go. Walking far was nearly completely out, but she didn't need some infection. Though she didn't reveal exactly what kind of injury she had, general stiffness definitely revealed something was wrong, but this something wrong was something she wanted to keep out of detail. Nobody needed to know. For all she wanted to reveal, she had hit her head and just woke up after the battle. Not that she could barely walk, that she was feeling like she was fading, nothing. She curled her lips back, baring her teeth slightly, " Tch, what's it to you anyhow?" She snapped, raising her head back in an angry gesture. Kimura Kyōryoku |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 2, 2017 3:51:49 GMT
Both of them had their conscious's on the way out, unable to keep awake for more than a couple of minutes through all this. Maybe calories wouldn't help, but it would keep him together until he could manage to go home. She didn't seem like she could keep herself much longer, so when she made it clear that she'd have what he already ordered, he'd already slid them across to her. It was fine to eat after, easily calling up another waitress and doing so. These types of dishes were fast, with a rice cooker always at work to keep everything together. The fight that just took place, along with the recent changes to their gang, had made Kimura notice quite a bit more than before.
Even at the dinner table she remained unruly, her behavior showing through and through the type of person she was. Things were coming back to him slowly, the feeling that enveloped him in the middle of the fight had once again came to haunt him. Dire secrets not meant to be discussed, but looked back upon to review the differences of the past years. Something was gone from nightmare, that's why they lost this encounter, that's why there wasn't some veteran going with ya boi to the Grand Prix. There was only one respected leader in the gang, and that was Juro, someone who simply couldn't be shook from that image. Here she was again, being upset by words spoken at her rather than caring much to listen to what they revealed.
Instead of answering her question, he proposed a rhetorical situation to her, "Tell me, Kaida, you're something like a stray, aren't you? It's hard to explain directly, you'll have to forgive me. Maybe it's better to say who do you respect? Samara? Masaru? Both are seniors to us yet neither manage to hold the ability to gain others respect. I'm talking about people outside of Juro. There is no one else who harbors as much respect as Juro does, not even as an honorable mention. Why is it that no one is taking their time to build up? Lack of power? Lack of ambition?" The explanation had taken its time, but it helped him clear his head, helped compose himself more. Another glass poured, another glass drank.
The explanation continued, "I ask this because there used to be people like that, but it seems that no one is strong enough to lead outside of Juro. It's sad, back in my day, we didn't have to rely so much on one man. No one is trying to protect their family because no one is choosing to foster any bonds anymore. This is why I care: you have potential yet choose to use it incorrectly." It was an odd request, one that might be much better received if they weren't both in their current conditions. Essentially, he was implying the concept of an allegiance yet not outright stating it plain to see. If she was a smart girl and understood him, maybe she would be worth his time, as he said.
A tradition existed in which the Boss would ask specific high-ranking members to ask others within their organization to form closer, more tight-knit groups. Everyone had their way of doing things, Kimura had planned to be similar to his mentor. Whether she chose to accept today mattered very little, it was easy to ask again when he felt that she was more ready to accept. No matter how stubborn, people will change their minds if something is constantly reaching out to them. She had already made an effort to learn what it was like to work with him, it was hard to say that she didn't find it a tad enjoyable. No one simply refused offers to discuss negotiations, they would simply refuse the negotiation while hearing what you said differently next time.
That's where the game was headed-- Will you join me now or later? Kimura was a man of when, not if, something he'd always heard reiterated to him and made a part of his mantra. Food arrived once more and with the table now properly set, the young man began to eat, once again dressing the meat and vegetables in its own reduced stock. Using his fork and knife to separate the food into considerable portions, he'd make one each time he wanted to take a bite. After it came a small serving of rice to mix with the sauce saturated foods. Being so hungry, it actually managed to taste great for once, not that they'd been housing bad chefs. Just not the best around. |
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NIGHTMARE
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Serpentemon
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Post by Kaida Adachi on Oct 3, 2017 0:04:59 GMT
BS087 - METEOR WING
BS066 - JUSTICE BLASTER W
BS123 - BLUE SKY
BS045 - PEPPER BREATH
BS044 - TRAINING MANUAL
BS077 - TANGLE VINES
BS048 - MARCHING FISHES
SC05 - CLEAN UP
SC21 - DARK SPIKE
BS084 - GHOST NETWORK
BS106 - CARD MINE
BS127 - METAL WOLF CLAW
BS117 - WING BLADE
BS051 - PUPPY HOWL
Kaida froze a second as the food was passed over to her, eyes staring and wide, as if she couldn't see the offered foot before her. Another glance upward, searching and suspicious, and it hit her. This was her food. She pounced, wolfing down the food with a fevor unlike her pained appearance. Like a dog, afraid of losing its only source of sustenance. A stray, it you wanted to be on the nose. Somehow, through all this, she was listening. She started readying another snappish remark when he got to the point of potential, nearly missing the whole of everything he had said. She managed one burst of " Well-"...and her jaws snapped together. " A...bond?" She repeated under her breath, pausing in her frantic eating, " You're serious." It wasn't a question, it was a statement, and her face settled into a legitament expression of seriousness. " I...don't trust people, think you know that already." She rarely had acquaintances, much less allies, " But...respect is easier. Digimon. They can hurt me. Troopers. They know things. Busters. They will hurt me. Nightmare...they keep me from dying." Specifics were hard to come by, and even as she rattled it off out loud, people weren't coming up. A mom and dad were respected, but even as Nightmare saw itself in familial ties, blood was hard to mix. Samara and Masaru...no, they weren't enemies, but she never saw them. Even with a reputation, respect wasn't being formed without seeing something from them. But people. " Jorgie. He won't hurt me, ever. Likewise with me." It was trust, but she wasn't telling that, not even to a respected person. " You...punched Charlie, gotta count for something." She spoke quickly and without fanfare, finally trailing off and staring down. " Respect is easy. But it's not trust." She couldn't explain it more, that was all there was to it. She supposed the fact he was respected was the biggest tidbit that came out of it. The business of bonds made her honestly slightly angry, she had a partner, and by God that was all she ever needed. She could beat anything and everything, but allies made it a lot easier to...maybe the sake had gotten to her, the way she was thinking. " You...want someone to try and lead?" There, her assumption was out on the table, along with something more. Her face looked as if it were trying to stay flat, but a near predatory smile was starting to form, a leader. To lead people, the ignorant, stupid ones she barely tolerated? Wouldn't that be a day? " Allies are fine." She pointed briefly to him, a sort of confirmation in the brief language of movement, and almost bared her teeth before returning to her meal. " You're fine.She just hoped this didn't mean they'd have to talk too much... Kimura Kyōryoku |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 3, 2017 13:10:03 GMT
Trust wasn't asked for, but the way she spoke of it demonstrated part of her psyche. Instead, he was talking about respect, which seemed to be what she could rally behind. Most people understood that bonds were made through trust, yet there was no implication of needing it. Originally, the question was 'do you respect me enough to follow me'. It changed, the first impression wasn't quite a good enough one to directly influence whether she should pledge loyalty. However, this was fine, it was a start. An alliance could easily turn to what he actually wanted, given it didn't seem like she was the type to ask him to do much.
That was the unspoken rule-- do favors yet never ask others to do favors. It tended to mean that you didn't owe anyone anything, which was a logical way to look at it. Kimura held a different belief, however, that if you were asked to do something and did it, you must like him. It was odd, but psychologically sound, no one did as asked if they didn't find a reason to do so. Most of the time, that was because of their interest or enjoyment of your company. Right now, he had to find out which would drive her to help him, outside of the fact that the young man just gave her the food off his plate.
It seemed she also misunderstood what he meant by a leader, never was he asking her to lead. Very few people could lead him, learning that as soon as he first joined Nightmare with everyone harassing him as to how he got there. "Let's get one thing clear: I lead myself. If you want to take on any little brothers or sisters, that's on you. Doesn't really look like you can do it though, if you hate talking so much, how can you order others around?" This was all he was going to clarify for now. They were on the same page more or less, which was good enough for now, more important to eat.
He'd start to bring small spoonfuls to his mouth before noticing just how much Kaida had devoured from the original plate. That stray comment only made more and more sense with how voracious her appetite was. Like she'd never eaten in her life before. "You should slow down and have a drink every so often," Just basic advice, "Unless you're a lightweight." Never did he pass up a moment to tease another. "Kaida, if you're not going to choose to trust people, you're going to have a hard time learning about them," It was strange for him to continue to advise her like that, as if he were some kind of parent to her.
It meant more than it let on, however, it was obvious that someone with no trust would ever put their time into learning about others. There was the downfall in her plan, that she could expect herself to get everything done by herself, even if she had a digimon. Guiding another spoonful of beef and potatoes to his mouth, the socialite nibbled gently before swallowing. "How did you join Nightmare?" A question that wasn't usually asked from member to member unless there were plans of getting close. If they were going to be allies, this was something he figured he should know about her. Of course you can't just ask without explaining your own situation.
Taking another swig of sake from his cup, he'd feel the color return to his face, a general warmth back in his body. Much better. "For me, it was the end of my freshman year in high school. The same upperclassman would come see me almost every day, asking in month long intervals when I planned on joining. As stubborn as I may be, it worked, here I am today," There was more to this reminiscent memory that wasn't made apparent. Didn't have to, that type of information was sacred, just like where his partner was. Not like she was well connected with everyone else to ask just where he was for the past year. |
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Serpentemon
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Post by Kaida Adachi on Oct 3, 2017 15:29:52 GMT
BS087 - METEOR WING
BS066 - JUSTICE BLASTER W
BS123 - BLUE SKY
BS045 - PEPPER BREATH
BS044 - TRAINING MANUAL
BS077 - TANGLE VINES
BS048 - MARCHING FISHES
SC05 - CLEAN UP
SC21 - DARK SPIKE
BS084 - GHOST NETWORK
BS106 - CARD MINE
BS127 - METAL WOLF CLAW
BS117 - WING BLADE
BS051 - PUPPY HOWL
Let's get one thing clear: I lead myself. If you want to take on any little brothers or sisters, that's on you. Doesn't really look like you can do it though, if you hate talking so much, how can you order others around?Surprisingly, Kaida just shrugged. " I don't." She looked fine with this little fact, " It's a fine idea, but I don't...can't." Nightmare tended to lead themselves, as Kimura just said, and as much as she liked the idea of doing something for anyone too stupid to lead themselves, she lacked the words to drag them to her side of thinking. So she made do as some kind of soldier, someone who provided well enough for Nightmare. She hasn't yet forgot the battle with Charlie, completely unnecessary to be hurt so much, but here she was! But having to talk to others? If that was a requirement to not let this happen to her, she supposed she'd be hurt a hundred more times. Kaida gave Kimura a blank look as he attempted to throw some advice her way, and almost scoffed. What exactly was he trying to do here? " You know I barely know you, right? Where'd that come from?" Amusement almost glittered in her eyes, right before she wiped it away with another gulp of sake, bitter frown spreading to her eyes once more. " I...tch, dammit. I don't need to know about people..." She mumbled under her breath, " I...just..." She trailed off, and retreated by returning to the meal before her. She listened without a word for the duration of his own joining Nightmare, she could tell there was no real detail, hidden in the vagueness that obscured most of it. She decided to return with her own, " I...ran, had Jorgie by then." She remembered the uncertainty, and how being alone felt like asking to die. It made her angry, but she found Nightmare, so she thought it was fine. The other groups were out of the option, she wasn't going to hole up with a computer, nor kill some Digimon because they materialized in in the wrong time. " Then, I guess Nightmare picked me up...for no reason...so I stayed, I'm...heh, the stray they found." The amusement was back, " It's nothing special." At least, the details she gave weren't special, but they were her special details, and only hers right now. Kimura Kyōryoku |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 4, 2017 13:11:33 GMT
It didn't come as any surprise that she would agree with him on the concept of leadership. Some people had it, others simply didn't, end of story. This is why you have people like Juro who could use their words without as much as a second thought. That kind of ability, along with determination and ambition, is what lead people to following your image. "That's fine. I'm sure once you train a bit harder and utilize your abilities a bit better, maybe someone will look up to you," The young man smirked, a small, hidden compliment within his words. It suited their conversation, neither of them wanted to be blunt the entire time. For her, it was simply because she had less to say. For him, it was a game of seeing just how she thought.
He'd slowly move his spoon back and forth against the potato, cutting through it and using his knife to guide it up. Yet another bite as she spoke of the fact that they didn't really know each other. Sometimes, these were the sort of comments that made no sense-- of course they didn't know each other. No one starts out knowing anyone in this world. "Look, Kaida, this is probably the most attention you've received from a person in a while," Whether that was true or not didn't matter. You could say other people were paying attention to her, but most likely not in the way he was doing it. No one was going to feed her, no one was going to ask these types of questions to her.
Sorry to say, but there's a world full of people who just don't fucking care about what you're doing. Kimura wasn't really that different, he could care less right now, but made the decision to care. Not like that would matter here, she didn't trust him, just as she said earlier. Yet, here she was, listening to his story and returning with one of his own. The earlier judgement made valid-- she was simply picked up because she was easy to find at the time. Nowhere else to go, running from something. A question for another time, "Then you weren't exactly taught well. Makes sense that you act like this," His tone was cutting, unsurprising and disappointed. She really didn't know much about them, did she?
Their meal was coming to a close rather soon, his was still there while hers was depleting at an alarming rate. "Do you need more food?" She certainly did look hungry, no reason not to ask if she needed more. Hopefully they wouldn't be here too long, his energy was returning to him slowly. Another few bites and his bowl had emptied itself, more than willing to ask for the check if he could. Just needed that answer first. "If you don't, I'd like to take you home. There's still more to talk about, no matter how much you probably hate hearing my voice by now," Yet another playful jab at her personality. Where were all those fierce emotions and punching insults she used before?
It was odd that he said he'd take her home, given she'd described that she ran away. This was going to be the hard part-- actually moving her anywhere that looked remotely like a home. Probably hung out at the headquarters in some corner where no one would bother her, no way for a young woman to sleep. May as well make it known before they get there and she rejects the idea, "We'll be going to my home, no one will mind. Besides, after all the blood and dirt, we both need a shower." Of course, it was more than just a shower that they'd share if this plan went through, but that wasn't exactly the plan. Kimura wasn't inviting her over for that, for once he'd found a girl who he was interested in for reasons other than that. |
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Post by Kaida Adachi on Oct 5, 2017 1:36:16 GMT
BS087 - METEOR WING
BS066 - JUSTICE BLASTER W
BS123 - BLUE SKY
BS045 - PEPPER BREATH
BS044 - TRAINING MANUAL
BS077 - TANGLE VINES
BS048 - MARCHING FISHES
SC05 - CLEAN UP
SC21 - DARK SPIKE
BS084 - GHOST NETWORK
BS106 - CARD MINE
BS127 - METAL WOLF CLAW
BS117 - WING BLADE
BS051 - PUPPY HOWL
Kaida simply puffed out a breath at the grazing compliment, then frowned slightly, " Mm-hm. Don't need to tell me that." Though she puffed up like an animal warning somebody off, there was no doubt some of it was out of a newly inflated pride. She really didnt like that, she didn't need to be stupid, while the warmth was nice to feel... She stabbed at her food savagely as he spoke, before her head shot up at his disappointed tone, her eyes flashing in a life that she didn't expect to, considering her injured state. " 'Cause I don't need a damn lesson!" She spat the last word out like some kind of curse, attempting to rear her head up, " Don't talk to me like that, got it!? I figure things out by myself!" This seemed like some kind of passion bubbling up, and she didn't let up, " I'm serious. Don't insult me." Her face was slightly red as rage bubbled beneath the surface, until she flinched as a screech rang out of her abused plate, shocking her out of the revelry of rage she found herself floating in. Too late, she looked down and grumbled incoherently at the impaled food, it looked almost revolting, whatever was left was basically scraps and trash. A question about more food. " Phew...no. Don't waste your time." She had gotten a meal out of this, and perhaps the most irritating ally...partner...something...ever. She could feel herself burning out, whether it was her body begging for rest or forgetting briefly about the last battle, she wondered about dimly. Regardless, she had to find out if Jorgie was going to be safe, how to make sure her leg didn't get worse than it already was, and a clean place would sure be- If you don't, I'd like to take you home. There's still more to talk about, no matter how much you probably hate hearing my voice by now,She seemed to only hear the first part and her lips peeled back into a grimace as a look of sheer offense came over her face. It'd be almost comicical, but she certainly wasn't laughing. " Wha-huh!?" She sputtered like some steaming kettle, " I'm not gonna-" She tried to rise, aiming to walk away, " I'm not-" Her right leg wasn't moving, and her face contorted beyond frustration and bewilderment into near desperation. She had maybe a few seconds to get up before her weakness was identified, that wasn't going to happen. I'm not! Her following movement broke the facade, trying to force movement only resulting in a brief, white-hot pain and...most damning of all, a yelp found itself out of her mouth before she fell back into her seat. " F-fuck." She raised a hand slightly to rub at her head, obscuring her white face as a sort of defense. Fantastic. Jorgie was depending on her for protection, and she couldn't even get up right now! Where was she going!? The Nightmare Hideout!? She could not limp there, not that far, and an alleyway did not feel like an attractive idea on her injury...but she hated somebody else helping her out like this! Abruptly, something hissed out between her lips, " I owe you." She just hoped she'd get this over with quickly... Kimura Kyōryoku |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 5, 2017 14:34:10 GMT
Most of the restaurant was quiet until she got emotional over what he said. Just another thing he noticed from earlier today, she took herself far too seriously. Only thing you can do when you have yourself, admittedly. Thankfully, the young woman caught herself and lowered her volume, still remaining entirely with her temperament. It was funny, really, given she was technically trying to intimidate him from not doing what he'd been doing all day. All this fire breathing from a woman who's almost a foot under him. One that's watched him run right up to a man with a gun and punch him right in his face.
There's something admirable about it, but now and here wasn't the time. Far too tired to catch any of the subtext, Kimura didn't really respond, his expression didn't change. It was definitely time to go home, to which it seemed she was declining to do. Then it happened, she made a pained sound and sat right back down. So, that's how bad that cannon was. . . almost made him feel bad about the fact he couldn't stop it. It's times like this where you have to remember that was then and this is now. Maybe he hadn't been the most helpful person, but there were still ways to make himself useful. For now, it was literally carrying Kaida to his house, totally not awkward at all.
It's quite phenomenal, really, that she wasn't stubborn enough or hated him with such passion that she'd still refuse his help. Maybe not the right time to, but some people would say no if they had to be with someone they loathe. Not as if the young man expected any loathing from others, always considered himself a genuinely pleasant person. Might be an overestimation, but at least he'd paid the bill and started to get up. Didn't take too long, as soon as she'd stated she was satisfied, a waitress had already brought the check. Just a quick check through his pockets to see where he'd placed any profits, throwing down more than enough of the amount in bills.
Placing his legs outside the booth they were in, the socialite came to a stand and stretched once more. One last use of his strength before he could replenish it all throughout the night. Sleep will be peaceful-- just one last ordeal to earn that right. Coming over to her side of the table, Kimura crouched down and held her arms out for her. One might've expected him to have turned his back for a different carrying position or maybe just sling her arm over his shoulder. First problem, piggybacking would be hard for her, given she can't use her legs very well right now and she needed a good position to hold onto him (unless you expected him to choke all the way there). Second problem, being a near twelve inches taller than Kaida, she'd not be able to comfortably reach his shoulder and be on the ground at the same time. So, princess carry it was, no matter how much he expected her to bitch about it.
He assumed that the young woman was going to give him a strange look as to what he was doing. Before he could take a cue like that, he was already telling her what was going on, "Kaida, slide over this way so you don't hurt yourself too much. I'll just carry you until we get there." Now to see just where her batshit crazy level of pride will take them. Almost everything he did looked like an attempt to tell her that she has to rely on others to make it places. As such was the status quo, Nightmare following a very loose pecking order to those who pursued it. Of course, it seemed like those days were long gone. |
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Post by Kaida Adachi on Oct 5, 2017 22:32:42 GMT
BS087 - METEOR WING
BS066 - JUSTICE BLASTER W
BS123 - BLUE SKY
BS045 - PEPPER BREATH
BS044 - TRAINING MANUAL
BS077 - TANGLE VINES
BS048 - MARCHING FISHES
SC05 - CLEAN UP
SC21 - DARK SPIKE
BS084 - GHOST NETWORK
BS106 - CARD MINE
BS127 - METAL WOLF CLAW
BS117 - WING BLADE
BS051 - PUPPY HOWL
This had to be some horrible nightmare.If looks could kill, Kaida could have killed everyone in this building. She looked ready to kill someone already, fists clenched until they were pale and staring out with confused fury. This day had been more than enough of a clusterfuck to drive her mad. She had lost a battle with maybe twenty other people around to help, both Jorgie and her would be out of commission for a few days...hopefully, depending on the state of her injury...and now she was going to be carried, not even supported, which would have been a less brutal stab to her pride, but carried.She turned her head to the side and unloaded an obvious grimace, as if she hadn't made her displeasure known. She leaned on the table, rapping an irregular rhythm with her knuckles, then managed to psych herself up enough to make the attempt...and to her credit, once she started moving, she didn't stop. Though, once she finally reached the edge, she gave pause. She looked like she'd rather be trapped here than degrade herself with what she was going to do...but she did it. All in the interest of survival...She hauled herself up, biting her tongue to keep from crying out as brilliant lights danced behind her eyes...though as an aftereffect she might end up clawing his shoulder harder than usual, not that should feel too bad about it. She moved rather stiffly, partly because of awkwardness, partly because she didn't want to crush the still nestling Jorgie. For a few seconds, she was silent, then spat out some words, " Don't drop me, bastard. I'll hurt you." What? She had to maintain her pride somehowKimura Kyōryoku |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 6, 2017 3:01:20 GMT
Never was it said that you had to enjoy the help you're given, only to simply appreciate. For the moment, she couldn't do either, but one day in the future her mind might change. Ah, the unwritten story of youth and how people grow. The look on her face didn't betray her current feelings for him, this disgust that didn't manage to stop her from accepting his help. A lesson in humility that she was unwilling to learn, at least today. Either way, they were in this precarious position as she slowly worked up the motor skills to push herself to him. Not fully in his arms, however, slight hesitation plagued her mind before seating herself among his outstretched appendages.
She remarked about him dropping her, a girl light enough he could probably toss her a considerable height. Although, might not wanna test that theory today, already put himself through enough strenuous activity. Pushing with his legs as he lifted Kaida into his arms, only a moment until he was hoisting her nicely at his usual vertical height. Although he wasn't going to throw her into the air, there were still more ways to tease, "You're not scared being up this high, are ya?" Small woman with big threats. . . something that could only sound worse if you change the last word. Violence didn't really control Kimura, so all this posturing was lost on him, only became cuter as time would go on. She was growing on him, not that he could say for certain if he had the same affect for her.
It was an odd sight for a restaurant at around ten p.m. at night, but here he was, carrying around some hurt girl. This was one of those things that only became less awkward as you changed location. People on the street would simply think of them as a lovely young couple, a romanticism of early love lives. This wasn't the case, but it was a nice idea, much better than he has the worlds smallest bosozoku just staring at him with contempt until they got there. Which only reminded them, by being outside the shop, he could now speak more freely. Who was going to pass them by and care for the details of their conversation?
Walking the streets, the young man retraced their earlier conversation, more specifically by what he said purely to offend her. Probably would've drifted from his mind if she didn't give him some kind of reaction, although it weren't unlike him to just act like a prick for no reason. Just picking and choosing when the time was right and what for. "Like I was saying earlier, no one's hungry. Who out there was doing it for the glory and not for the backlash? Everyone is being reactive, not proactive. Maybe because no one is strong enough to. That'd be a sad thing to hear, wouldn't it?" Talking of their current state of affairs, it was further emphasis on what he was talking about from before.
This wasn't an experience he could relate to, back when he joined there was always someone looking to expand their enterprise. Just like he was doing right now, "When you're taken in on the grounds that you have no where else to go, it certainly is pitiable. Not like a pity you, doing quite fine for yourself, aren't you? Having been asked to join put me in a different place than it did you. There were people with pre-set plans and goals and you benefited from being a part of that. No one's asking for people to join anymore, just letting any kid in as long as they could manage to ask. Makes us look weak, but once people start organizing themselves it might be something. Just have to want it, have to ask someone if they want to make something great with them." It was hard to say exactly where Kimura was leading to, possibly still reminiscing to keep his mind off the pain, both physical and mental.
Snapping back to reality, Kimura looked at Kaida, gauging her comfort and trying to make sure she felt secure. "What I'm saying is that we have to be the first to do that. Others might not agree with us, but knowing they'll have to compete with us will only make the entire gang stronger. Now, you might be doubting me, having asked me where my partner is. You're also talking to the same man who ran right into a fight and punched a man who controls what is essentially a living weapon. If you can manage to wrap your mind around the fact that I did that without an ounce of fear running through my veins, you might just start to understand that there's been a bunch of crazy shit I've done." One could think he was starting to sound full of himself, but it's not like this came without some proof.
His pace hadn't slowed once they were on their course, knowing each and every street on his way home. Easy to turn and navigate, seeing where they were and estimating how long it'd take. "We'll be there soon," A simple statement about their arrival being within the near future. |
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Post by Kaida Adachi on Oct 7, 2017 2:21:01 GMT
BS087 - METEOR WING
BS066 - JUSTICE BLASTER W
BS123 - BLUE SKY
BS045 - PEPPER BREATH
BS044 - TRAINING MANUAL
BS077 - TANGLE VINES
BS048 - MARCHING FISHES
SC05 - CLEAN UP
SC21 - DARK SPIKE
BS084 - GHOST NETWORK
BS106 - CARD MINE
BS127 - METAL WOLF CLAW
BS117 - WING BLADE
BS051 - PUPPY HOWL
Kaida remained frozen still as her ordeal dragged on, and there was no way she was aware of it, but she was glad Kimura started talking. It somehow made this a little bit more tolerable. She still frowned at another useless comment of his, but pulled her lips down over her teeth and simply growled, her lack of words giving enough of an answer. Though the next part of the conversation did serve to be interesting. A hunger for...power? Status? More? Her eyes possessed simple confusion, she simply could not see a hunger for something so...intangible. Hunger was for a possession, something to have, did the body need to have power? Her eyes flicked down at herself, here she was with Jorgie...a partnership (friendship) that could only be intangible, but she wanted it. Would she want power, hunger for it? It'd certainly be something, trying to devour something that was given by others, not found. She just knew she was strong enough for it, at least battle wise Kimura was, but everybody else was...blank faces, nobody special. Nothing exceptional. Practically everyone was there, and they couldn't beat one man. " They could be strong, I know...but now? Nothing special." She could only imagine how other Nightmare members would have reacted to her statement, and a smirk wrinkled her face. Making something great. The statement itself sounded big and grand, but she just wanted to decide where odd her fit into this equation. She desired the simpleness of looking out for her own back, responsibility meant taking care of someone else and...she didn't want that. This felt slightly uncomfortable to voice here and now, she was acutely aware that she was being helped on the good graces of some man that emphasized learning, as she had discovered before. Instead, she shrugged dismissively and forced a slight incline of her lips, " Great and grand, hmph, but what does this "someone" gain from something "great"?" She honestly felt she was dodging around with an obvious question like that, but it was rather relevant to herself, long-term effects aside, she needed to know if she'd be dead before she could see the fruits of labor...and she wasn't up for that. Somehow, she was comfortable enough, she just clutched a little tighter, it felt too weird, being carried like this. For the first time in the conversation, she laughed, like splitting ice. " You mean you are a crazy shit, should be dead, it was so stupid." She barreled onwards, grinning with an aggressive display of teeth, " I don't doubt you, least you're brave." You know, if charging a guy with a gun was brave, not crazy, but she wasn't any better, this leg was proof of her own stupid and insane moves during that battle. ...and as distracting as words were, she was beyond glad she was going to be put down soon. Kimura Kyōryoku |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 8, 2017 1:48:38 GMT
There wasn't much being said in response to what was essentially the coal-haired male's monologue. Only one question of note to be made out of all that time he gave her to speculate what he said. What exactly was the direct benefit of volunteering help to someone like Kimura? Not exactly a role model or mentor, but there were other aspects where he had shined. Outright, the young man probably had the most on-hand capital outside of anyone in the upper echelon of control. Dumb drug dealer kid over here who just managed to earn enough to not worry about school tuition or his day to day expenses. If that's what she desired, there was no problem in giving it to her.
That is, if, her choices could lie elsewhere and there was the possibility that she didn't put value in money. The one thing that was so commonly traded around, the one true commodity of their society as the concept of supply & demand continued to grip the world. "That depends on what you want, I guess. Although you don't seem like you have many resources to draw on. Tell me, Kaida, do you have a job? Mine gives me an abundant amount to play with, to stay rather comfortable," Capital is what drove the world, whether you were a lowly servant or the richest shah. It's not as if she didn't see him put it down on the table as if it were nothing, the meal didn't dent his finances.
For once, they might've been getting along, with her laughing and teasing him. It was a bit depressive however, still lamenting over failures rather than trying to find the keys to success. The socialite shrugged it off as she held onto him a bit more closely, simply readjusting herself from all the movement of walking down the street. "I'd be surprised if I died there. Didn't feel like the end, so it couldn't have been, could it? You gotta mold your destiny with your own mentality, mine wasn't about to die to some imperialist dickhead," Honestly, those Americans can shove it. Great relationship diplomatically, but the general culture and attitude of their people could be foregone entirely.
Here they were, talking about death while they were steps closer to its cousin, slumber. Right at the door step, the young man began to slowly place her on the ground. Maybe she'd be fine enough to walk through the door, last thing he needed today was his parents asking him what the fuck was going on. Only time Kimura couldn't simply say this was his girlfriend, probably too much bitching and moaning on her part about how false that was. If she just managed to walk through, they'd be fine-- his parents generally didn't want to bother him, just enough of a look to describe their intentions of slight disgust on his part. These were normal, average, middle-aged Japanese adults, what they wanted was completely different from what they got and even further from the truth than what was being told. Boxing really wasn't the most important problem with his life, but they weren't too informed on exactly how his days were spent.
This was all a conversation for later, no matter how easy it was to say that no parent wanted their child to come home in that condition, beat to shit. Been a while since he'd done that, probably the first time he'd brought home a friend in the same state. "We're going right to my room, okay? No questions, touch whatever you want, I shower first," Looking her over again, that may have not been the best idea, "Second thought, ask questions, touch nothing, you shower first." Aside from all the banal, trivial thoughts, there was one general concern. Was she in a fit enough shape to bathe herself? They'll just have to wait and see as he fished through his pockets for the keys.
Turning the key as the lock shifted from each specially cut notch on its iron body, the entrance was now easily accessible. Welcome to Kimura's house, a local suburban commode for a small family, nothing out of the ordinary. Not like there was much to take in, the young man was trying to drag his new friend down the hall and cut down on any unnecessary interactions. All that was needed before he could complete that was for them to take off their shoes and to close the door behind them. Didn't pay attention to locking it again, someone else will come and do that once they're done having a scuffle about his manners. This all took place in about a minute, with the second half being use to push her into his room without question.
Kimura's room. . . there was something odd about it, almost like it wasn't lived in much. Nice, tidy, clean, all done by his mother rather than himself. If he had, there'd probably still be a few pairs of used underwear that definitely didn't belong to him. Not like she couldn't find them in some other drawer, if she decided to look through them. Only other thing to catch your attention outside his closet, nightstand, and bed was the shelves of his boxing trophies. They weren't proudly polished, but there weren't much dust on them, easy to read and understand just what position he'd held as an amateur in the sport. Only other real detail about it outside of having painted walls and floorboards had been the vaporizer charging on the nightstand, connected through some usb apparatus. |
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