an announcement; un. @invinciblemikey

[invinciblemikey]

the sano dojo is currently closed for now. we will resume activities later down the line.

trespassers will be treated as such, so i strongly suggest you do not come unannounced - anyone who does not respect these guidelines will be shown no grace.

signed manjiro/mikey sano, president of the tokyo manji gang.

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[izanagis]

[Yu is many, many things, but a hand-to-hand melee fighter is not one of his specialties. Sure, the blows don't hurt, but being thrown around like a ragdoll is disorienting, and he has trouble getting his bearings.

So when Mikey shoves him away, his first instinct is to grab onto whatever he can, to keep himself upright. That so happens to be Mikey's gloves, which he grabs from the hem around the wrist, pulling as he stumbles back in an effort to steady himself.]

[invinciblemikey]

(he was not expecting that. the rot has reached his knuckles, the blackened fingers still visible even as he does his best to rush and shove it in his pocket. it's clear at least that his kicks are making yu's head spin, and he'll take the opportunity to plant his foot on the boy's chest to bring him to the floor.

it stomps, and he kneels to put as much of his little weight on his leg, so it sinks further against the boy's chest.)

I told you to go. This is on you, Yuchin.

[izanagis]

[It's so brief, but Yu does catch sight of the blackened fingers, all the way up to his knuckles. What--

Ngh! He barely has time to start thinking about it before Mikey shoves him to the floor, puts a foot on his chest, so hard he has to fight for breath.] I'm not leaving without answers, [he manages to wheeze out. Because this isn't like Mikey, and he knows it. He can't just stand by and watch whatever-it-is play out.]

[invinciblemikey]

(it almost seems like time slows down when his eyes fall upon the other. he can see the determination in every drop of sweat, the way yu's irises don't move from him, even when mikey could, would, might kill him. these sorts of men are such a nuisance, and yet, manjiro can't help but feel attached, in the back of his mind. a hand gently runs against the other's cheek, the only soft touch they might get here - and whatever it means, it's up for yu to decide. an apology? an even more desperate attempt to ask him to listen? a brief moment of sanity? barely matters, when those kind fingers turn into a fist that strikes as violently as it could, right where the loving touch had once lived.

why are men.)

The answer is simple - if you don't turn around and leave, you will never leave here ever again, and I won't feel bad about it. Can you listen, for once?

[izanagis]

[Such a nuisance. Maybe Adachi thought the same thing about this group of kids, so dedicated to justice and truth that they would put their lives on the line over, and over, and over. Yu has never lacked for courage, not really. And when it comes to the people he cares about, he doesn't even hesitate. Of course he's here. Of course he's fighting for this. He can't just let it go.

In the back of his mind, maybe he knows where that gentle touch is going to end up; he grits his teeth, tenses up just moments before the fist cracks into his jaw. The barrier feels weaker this time, even to him. He's going to have to change techniques. The card is appearing in his splayed fingers even as he realizes this, and the moment his fingers brush against it, he grasps it tightly in his hand, letting it shatter into a new power. The force of it will probably push Mikey back, at least enough that he's not keeping Yu down anymore.]

Atavaka-- amrita, now!

[It's the only thing he can think of to try. If something is affecting Mikey's body and mind, maybe this will be enough to cure it. It's a last desperate hope, as he pulls himself to his feet, surveying the room for the nearest exit.

He's not going to die here. He won't put that on Mikey's shoulders.]

[invinciblemikey]

(he's seen personas before. not so closeby, but as a peripheral view on the grounds of the island, as he was too busy to really take them in. he knows yu is doing something, because with how he had been applying force to each kick, he should be bleeding, swollen, but he isn't. he doesn't see the card, but he sees the creature that emerges, his eyebrows frowning at the sheer magnitude. it's-- huge? manignificent? jacked??? he doesn't even know how to describe it, nor does it give him time to when manjiro's knocked back. whatever it is that yu asked of it, it makes no sense to manjiro, nothing changes, nothing hurts.

he is just dumbfounded, before he stands and pats the snow from his outfit. there's no hiding the hand right now, but fuck it. fine. the warning is up either way, and whoever comes bug him will suffer consequences, rotting fingers or otherwise.)

Leave, Yuchin.

[izanagis]

[He holds his breath--

--and then his expression falls all at once, his eyes on the blackness of Mikey's hand. Okay. Whatever this is, Amrita clearly isn't the solution. Diarahan? ...he has a grim feeling that he already knows the answer to that. Jaw clenched, head throbbing, he examines his options, looks past the crossroad to the paths that diverge from here. Stay, keep fighting, try to figure something out. Or retreat, and ensure that neither of them has the chance to do something they regret.

... It's a bad ultimatum. But he has to choose.]

Mikey... [... but in the end, it's the look on Mikey's face that makes the choice. The blank emptiness, so reminiscent of whatever the hell had happened to him at the Ruins. He knows he doesn't have the power to stop that; he didn't back then, either. He exhales, shaky but decisive, and heads for the door.

Fine. If they can't talk about this, then-- he'll figure out another way to make it right.]