so let me get this all straight some ugly mug came out of the ocean and you just hate it and you couldn’t spike it back in so bad you went out to drink then d gave you an asskicking in drinks that’s what happened?
[ they are going to say some damn ugly things to the ocean. that is fact. shōyō gets moving and brings an entire two canteens of water for him to share, along with two towels and his good old friend, egg the blaziken. being on the beach sends a bit of a chill down his spine if he lingers in thought for too long— that’s why he picks a good spot, digs a cleave in the sand and throws some coals in them. ]
There— Can you do the thing, Egg?
[ egg bends down into a kneel to breathe short embers onto the coals until they kindle. while that happens, he prepares the towels for seatings. ]
[her face is healed from her spar with bakugou, but ...the rest of her is...
...better than it had been, thanks to palamedes and his painkillers, cold water, saltines and some time. she moves like someone with a terrible ache in the body, but the more she moves the ...more something it is. is it better? just different?
no parkour for her just now. she trudges her way to the beach (ugh this fucking beach) spots the blaze - spots shoyo and holds up a hand. a few more trudges and she sinks into the sand. after a moment, she slowly lowers her whole face into the sand.]
[ there she is! and just in time for the blankets. picanha, his speedy chocolate spotted border collie omen, bursts from shoyo in a mist and bounds to her with a wagging tail. ]
Ah—! [ and, well. now that she has her face in the sand, the dog slobbers all over her head and sticks her snout in soft spots to rouse the fighter. shoyo comes in a bolt, too. ]
Hey, [ and gently, he attempts to lift her. ] hey, I've gotcha'— Vi?
[mumbles from the sand as her hand rises to (ah yes the old tried and true remedy of dog.) pet the doggo. she'll assist on that, shoyo, and not be dead weight as she wipes at her face with her other hand. slobberhaired and still somewhat sandfaced she lets out a long sigh.]
I know you do, Shoyo.
[hey, picanha, hey. who's a good omen? you are. this never gets old. it just doesn't.]
[ picanha’s lopsided canine grin doesn’t ease up when given the best of shaggy waggies. she’s the good omen. it is her. once she’s at least sitting , shōyō eases back and sits down where he is. oh— and reaching for the water canteens! ]
I got us some towels, too . . . Man, [ he hands vi’s canteen over, ] you look beat.
[she tries to smile - face makes the correct arrangement of features, sure - but it's not genuine, or - more accurately - it's so tired. there are tears beneath it, but she doesn't have them yet. she's tired of that, too. as bad as she looks on the outside, she feels doubly so on the inside.
water canteens, yes please. towels? shoyo you really did think of everything. wait. does she. have to get up and sit on that towel? is it for sitting? because oh no she is fine right where she is. she could move later. yes. moving is for a later time.
but she will take that canteen and guzzle it.]
I am beat. Vi zero, Trench ...whatever. A bunch of points.
[ what kind of nightwalker friend would he be if he didn’t think of these things! no towels are fine, too. shōyō’s spent enough time in the sand to be quite alright with it, but it’s good if you don’t want the grains riding up your stuff.
he recognizes the look she wears and settles by crossing his legs and sitting next to her. egg waves at her from afar, but seems content in just keeping watch around them for danger. he’s become such a serious thing . . . ]
They’re rolling to many punches and you can’t dodge ‘em all, right?
[and she'd given up her opportunity to punch back. it's ...a lot to process. she's proud of it on one hand, the other just feels like like defeat. yeah, still gonna pet that dog.]
Know who else can't dodge?
[(can't dodge, but could just drown them. likely gives not a shit about some yelling goblins on the beach) vi takes a moment, tries to straighten all the way up, deep breath, and lets it rip into the whole general direction of the ocean.]
[ that’s the spirit. that’s the good old way to let loose the frustration. shōyō inhales sharply and puffs out his chest to join in, yelling now while pounding a fist: ]
[shoyo yelling out curse words is a baseline level of "yeah, this is funny", but something about the word choice is funnier, and the bark at the end is just. thank you picanha. that's a good one. get it, shoyo. laughter kind of hurts? but that's fine.]
Yeah!! Your whole ass! Kiss my ASS! KISS BOTH OUR ASSES, YOU SALTY ASSHOLE!
[is it nonsense? maybe. but it's all coming out and she is not here to look cool doing it. that's part of the freedom. part of the relief.]
[ they are here to either look utterly ridiculous in the face of ocean mother or just get increasingly mad at their troubles— and perhaps that's the beauty of it. ]
I HOPE YOU HAVE SAND UP YOUR ███ YOU SICK, DEAD DEATH WIZARD ████—
YEAH, WHAT THE FUCK??? FUCK THAT FUCKING GUY, TOO! WHINY TODDLER LICH FUCKWAD.
Like anyone would orbit you?! Orbit my ASS you shit sucking murderbag! Go hold hands with my new friend and maybe you can knock some sense into each other? Knock yourselves out, literally!!
[a struggle to get up, a kneel in the sand for a moment before she does, and then it's back to a steady raise in her voice until it's just not possible to get louder.]
Or just launch his ugly ass back into the ocean because you don't have a conscience!!! YOU SMUG SLIMY FUCKING BASTARD! TURNED OVER A NEW LEAF? HA. TURN OVER IN A GRAVE, YOU MURDERING LIAR. I'M NOT LETTING YOU TAKE ANYTHING ELSE!!
[have both middle fingers, mariana. one was for that stupid emperor but they're now both for silco.]
[ that's it— it gets him energized and pumped to the last decimal. shoyo shares in her anger, pent and hidden and locked away so nobody could see. more specifically, so shoyo himself wouldn't see and be reminded, but keeping memories and sensations tight behind bolted doors was the least best way to handle things.
well, this is one way to handle them. for what it's worth, when vi has to catch her breath, shoyo inhales tightly, straight to the gut, then vents a robust, furious yell. ]
[it's not the end of the screaming. vi has it in her to yell a few more times, some things making more sense than others, but she doesn't care if shoyo hears - the fact that he does hear is what offers a bit more relief - relief she'd usually find sparring or sporting - but today she just doesn't have the mental strength for either. maybe she could find it if she tried - she likely could - but she doesn't want to. she's tired of being strong.
it's good to see him yell, too - to hear it - there's a lot he's got to say, and maybe ...well, obviously ...he needs this, too.
after the last shout she sinks back into the sand, but not before reaching for a towel to shove under herself at the last moment - she's already sandy. she hopes the evil death wizard has more, and in all the worst places. silco, too.]
[ by the time they're both done, shoyo throws his back against the bare sand. sometimes, this might be the only way to put things out there. sometimes staying quiet and hitting things just doesn't have the same effect. it doesn't make the thoughts and the ache and the rage quiet.
the orange-haired athlete is heaving, staring up at the dark night sky, the dull orange lull from the nearby fire and the fantastic blue shimmers from the ocean paths like reflect like clouds. ]
Sometimes, [ he says, in between his breathing, ] shit's just ugly, Vi.
[ the anger that still lingers in his voice is there, around the edges. but it's softer now— doused. a little more thoughtful about it. ]
[he's right. nothing will make this ...good. they just have to get past it, or around it or through it - whatever. lines in the metaphorical sand have already been drawn - people have died, words have been given that can't be taken back. she sighs, reaching for picanha's cold, wet, omen-nose if it's there to be found.
as if on belated cue (fang is on fang's time, really) vi's omen forms into a small enough version of themself that they're just about collie sized, leans into the warmth of the fire and lets out a soft huff as her tail flops onto violet's feet.]
Yeah. I ...hate it. [a tiny half-shrug] But at least we're still here?
[ picanha licks her lips and nose, lifting her head to the touch. with his back against the sand, shoyo raises his hand and keeps it splayed over his head, moving his fingers one at a time.
those words may be the death to some that didn't want to be here. ]
It's who we're with— Like right now. I'm here with you. [ shoyo decides that's the answer that makes sense to him. when things get rough and awful, he does what just about anyone would do: wish for home. wish for peace, for his life as it used to be. but he wasn't the same, now. he wouldn't exist at this point if it hadn't been for trench. he has mixed feelings about it, but ends up rolling his rump until he's seated upwards again. ] That's what makes me get up in the morning. It's you guys.
[ sharing, talking, yelling profanities at the ocean— ]
And it's what's going to make me have your backs even more.
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so let me get this all straight
some ugly mug came out of the ocean and you just hate it and you couldn’t spike it back in so bad you went out to drink
then d gave you an asskicking in drinks
that’s what happened?
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if the challenge involves shots and d is anywhere near it
[yes. shoyo has nailed it.]
that is exactly what happened
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youre also my friend
that ocean is pushing it but yeah toasty coals sound great
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roof and sky instead of ocean, is that any better?
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lets do it
they say you only live once but here
whats the worst that can happen?
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curse at the ocean
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let's get it
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[ they are going to say some damn ugly things to the ocean. that is fact. shōyō gets moving and brings an entire two canteens of water for him to share, along with two towels and his good old friend, egg the blaziken. being on the beach sends a bit of a chill down his spine if he lingers in thought for too long— that’s why he picks a good spot, digs a cleave in the sand and throws some coals in them. ]
There— Can you do the thing, Egg?
[ egg bends down into a kneel to breathe short embers onto the coals until they kindle. while that happens, he prepares the towels for seatings. ]
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...better than it had been, thanks to palamedes and his painkillers, cold water, saltines and some time. she moves like someone with a terrible ache in the body, but the more she moves the ...more something it is. is it better? just different?
no parkour for her just now. she trudges her way to the beach (ugh this fucking beach) spots the blaze - spots shoyo and holds up a hand. a few more trudges and she sinks into the sand. after a moment, she slowly lowers her whole face into the sand.]
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Ah—! [ and, well. now that she has her face in the sand, the dog slobbers all over her head and sticks her snout in soft spots to rouse the fighter. shoyo comes in a bolt, too. ]
Hey, [ and gently, he attempts to lift her. ] hey, I've gotcha'— Vi?
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I know you do, Shoyo.
[hey, picanha, hey. who's a good omen? you are. this never gets old. it just doesn't.]
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I got us some towels, too . . . Man, [ he hands vi’s canteen over, ] you look beat.
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water canteens, yes please. towels? shoyo you really did think of everything. wait. does she. have to get up and sit on that towel? is it for sitting? because oh no she is fine right where she is. she could move later. yes. moving is for a later time.
but she will take that canteen and guzzle it.]
I am beat. Vi zero, Trench ...whatever. A bunch of points.
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he recognizes the look she wears and settles by crossing his legs and sitting next to her. egg waves at her from afar, but seems content in just keeping watch around them for danger. he’s become such a serious thing . . . ]
They’re rolling to many punches and you can’t dodge ‘em all, right?
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[and she'd given up her opportunity to punch back. it's ...a lot to process. she's proud of it on one hand, the other just feels like like defeat. yeah, still gonna pet that dog.]
Know who else can't dodge?
[(can't dodge, but could just drown them. likely gives not a shit about some yelling goblins on the beach) vi takes a moment, tries to straighten all the way up, deep breath, and lets it rip into the whole general direction of the ocean.]
FUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUU!
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Watch this— YOUR ASS!!
[ picanha adds a bark! ]
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Yeah!! Your whole ass! Kiss my ASS! KISS BOTH OUR ASSES, YOU SALTY ASSHOLE!
[is it nonsense? maybe. but it's all coming out and she is not here to look cool doing it. that's part of the freedom. part of the relief.]
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I HOPE YOU HAVE SAND UP YOUR ███ YOU SICK, DEAD DEATH WIZARD ████—
[ shoyo 😳 ]
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YEAH, WHAT THE FUCK??? FUCK THAT FUCKING GUY, TOO! WHINY TODDLER LICH FUCKWAD.
Like anyone would orbit you?! Orbit my ASS you shit sucking murderbag! Go hold hands with my new friend and maybe you can knock some sense into each other? Knock yourselves out, literally!!
[a struggle to get up, a kneel in the sand for a moment before she does, and then it's back to a steady raise in her voice until it's just not possible to get louder.]
Or just launch his ugly ass back into the ocean because you don't have a conscience!!!
YOU SMUG SLIMY FUCKING BASTARD! TURNED OVER A NEW LEAF? HA. TURN OVER IN A GRAVE, YOU MURDERING LIAR. I'M NOT LETTING YOU TAKE ANYTHING ELSE!!
[have both middle fingers, mariana. one was for that stupid emperor but they're now both for silco.]
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well, this is one way to handle them. for what it's worth, when vi has to catch her breath, shoyo inhales tightly, straight to the gut, then vents a robust, furious yell. ]
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it's good to see him yell, too - to hear it - there's a lot he's got to say, and maybe ...well, obviously ...he needs this, too.
after the last shout she sinks back into the sand, but not before reaching for a towel to shove under herself at the last moment - she's already sandy. she hopes the evil death wizard has more, and in all the worst places. silco, too.]
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the orange-haired athlete is heaving, staring up at the dark night sky, the dull orange lull from the nearby fire and the fantastic blue shimmers from the ocean paths like reflect like clouds. ]
Sometimes, [ he says, in between his breathing, ] shit's just ugly, Vi.
[ the anger that still lingers in his voice is there, around the edges. but it's softer now— doused. a little more thoughtful about it. ]
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as if on belated cue (fang is on fang's time, really) vi's omen forms into a small enough version of themself that they're just about collie sized, leans into the warmth of the fire and lets out a soft huff as her tail flops onto violet's feet.]
Yeah. I ...hate it. [a tiny half-shrug] But at least we're still here?
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those words may be the death to some that didn't want to be here. ]
It's who we're with— Like right now. I'm here with you. [ shoyo decides that's the answer that makes sense to him. when things get rough and awful, he does what just about anyone would do: wish for home. wish for peace, for his life as it used to be. but he wasn't the same, now. he wouldn't exist at this point if it hadn't been for trench. he has mixed feelings about it, but ends up rolling his rump until he's seated upwards again. ] That's what makes me get up in the morning. It's you guys.
[ sharing, talking, yelling profanities at the ocean— ]
And it's what's going to make me have your backs even more.
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think we are finishing up! 🥰
woop woop \o/