(video) a lil game moment

[invinciblemikey]

(manjiro comes into the camera, wearing his gang uniform with the words 'president' stitched, loud and proud. he sighs a little, but there's a smile on his lips before he speaks.)

I ain't into being strangers. Let's talk about ourselves with a single word and go from there. I'll start.

Motocyclist.

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[invinciblemikey]

Oh? Other people with charges? Wanna meet.

[chemex]

[His hand rubs idly at the back of his neck.] There's a bunch of us.

[invinciblemikey]

Meet me later.

[chemex]

Oh. Sure, where at?

a few days later

[invinciblemikey]

Sano Dojo. The big ass dojo that spawned.

(sano like him!!!)

[chemex]

[The message confuses him for a moment, because he's dense, but once he processes it he doesn't reply, just Shows Up.]

Oh big ass was not an exaggeration, wow.

[invinciblemikey]

(damn right in the middle of his extreme stretches. he's in the actual class space, instead of the living corners, since he's about to practice a little. hope akira can concentrate in the face of this absurd bullshit of flexibility display.)

Yeah, my home just popped up. Who else has charges, nerd? Not from this world, I mean.

[chemex]

[He blinks, taking a moment to tilt his head to attempt to discern what of Mikey is where. Contortionist much??]

[He laughs at the question.] That's not my business to tell.

[invinciblemikey]

(very much. once he stands, his hands support his waist as he stretches his back, and because some of us have GOOD POSTURE, he actually bends considerably.

manjiro's not talking. instead, he's guiding akira to the center and grabbing a cushion punching pad. come on.)

Fine. Lame, but fine.

[chemex]

[Fuck posture we sit like shrimp!!! Akira's eyebrows raise slightly, but he otherwise doesn't react. You tryinna get a reaction here, buddy? He is impressed, in a quiet way, but it doesn't really show in his anything.]

[He does follow toward the center, pausing to step out of his shoes and carry them on crooked fingers.] You'll learn more from them than I could tell, anyway.

[invinciblemikey]

(no, more like, he's just a show off. he does it because he can. loves to be looked at, and will admit it shamelessly. perhaps joker can relate? either way. he awaits, throwing the pads upwards to catch, childish-like in the grin when it goes way too high.)

I already said that was fine. Can you punch?

[chemex]

[Joker, and only Joker. Akira himself doesn't really like attention, overmuch. He watches the cushion, then drops his gaze back to Mikey, head tilted at an angle.] I can, yeah.

[invinciblemikey]

Can I see?

(listen, it's important. he gets angsty with all these powers, and while he doesn't know all who have it, it's still crucial one can survive on their fists themselves. this is him saying - i care, so you're hitting, and i'm assessing.

so, the cushions are on a good height for akira. go.)

[chemex]

[He's a little perplexed, but it's a bit like Ryuji wanting to run or go to the gym with him, he thinks. Athletic people like to do training exercises together.]

[They confuse him, because he'd almost always rather be sleeping, but he's here, so there's no harm. He watches Mikey a moment, nods, shakes out his shoulders and hauls off to give a solid hit to the cushion. It's not inherently impressive, but maybe carries more strength than he looks like he would have, with his noodly body and typically horrendous posture. Said posture is a fair amount better, now, as he stays poised to hit the cushion again if requested.]

[invinciblemikey]

(no, no. mikey will definitely take a nap after this. he loves both. manjiro does make a note of it being stronger than it seemed like it would be, but with his foot, he taps the other arm.)

Near your chin, or by your waist.

[chemex]

[He tilts his head at the suggestions, processing them and then shifting his posture to try both-- first by his waist, which feels strange to him, and then near his chin. He shifts his weight again after, drooping back into his horrid posture, and nods.] You teach this?

[invinciblemikey]

Sano dojo. My grandpa is the sensei, but you know. Highest belt, so sometimes I stand in for him. Your posture is shit, you ever heard?

(and he'll drop to the floor. come, akira, it's fine, he doesn't hurt.)

... I don't remember if I gave you my real name, speaking of it. It's Manjiro Sano.

[chemex]

[He chuckles, nodding.] More than once.

[Another nod.] I think you may have, but now you definitely have.

[invinciblemikey]

Fix it, your 30-year-old self will thank you. Anyway, Akira. We were talking about your rap sheet. Sounds unfair, man.

[chemex]

Maybe so, but I'm eighteen now and sitting like a shrimp is a good time.

[He demonstrates by doing just that. Cheeky.] Oh, that? Eh. Old news.

[invinciblemikey]

Is it really. You and Yusuke, I feel sorry for your adult selves.

(please. think of the consequences!!!)

You did say you're not the only one who had troubles like that at home. I mostly just want to meet others like-minded individuals, is all.

[chemex]

Listen, with my track record I may not even make it to thirty.

[He hums, nodding.] I think there's a lot of our sort in Aldrip. Even if we have committed crimes, there's usually others we've been accused of that we were never guilty of.

[invinciblemikey]

Two of us.

I've been accused of murder. So far, I haven't, I'm sure of it. Tried, but got stopped mid-way. I'm wondering if it's something based on intent or simply because eventually, down the line, I actually do it.

(no emotion. factual, like one is talking about a video on the internet, the weather, or whatever.)

You know anything about it? These sentences.

[chemex]

[He studies Mikey a moment, the resolved way he speaks, and shifts his posture to be a little less shrimp-like.]

Mine was grand larceny, which... Is sort of true, but sort of not. I think it varies, but most people I know have at least done something adjacent.

[invinciblemikey]

(he's slowblinking, i'm sorry, excuse him.)

Grand larceny.