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[open] unconscious or am i conscious, cut from the heart i am part of

Who:

freeinghorror and YOU
When: 7/22 IC (later in the evening following this conversation) ; 6/7 OOC
Where: One of the (supposedly) deserted parks
What: Cerealia's resident Makai idiots decide to vent their current frustrations with everything the best way they can: by punching each other in the face. They also might be getting some unexpected visitors.
Rating/Warning: Fighting, talk of death and spiritual things, general badassery

[At this point, Ryuuga's almost glad for the distraction and opportunity to vent by way of punching Jinga in his smug face. His arm's been healed up by this point (Shigeru you are a bro) and feeling as good as new, so that's helped as well. Even if he's exhausted (despite sleeping a decent amount when he got back and in the interim for once in his goddamn life), he's at attention, and doing a few sword katas to try and get back into his rhythm.

He takes a deep breath as he swings down, closing his eyes for a moment before sheathing his sword. His free hand rubs his face, and his gaze flickers upward as he sees someone approaching-]

A. [He's not surprised Jinga got here as quickly as he did - they both needed to do this, and as much as he would hate to admit to the fact, in that aspect, they thought very similarly due to both being Makai (or former, in Jinga's case). He frowns, grip tightening around his sheathed sword.]

Let's get this over with.

B. [... aw hell. Ryuuga's eyes widen, and his posture drops slightly. That's ... not what he was expecting. At all. He was hoping that nobody would be here, and he's really not in any mood to explain what he's doing out here so late, so to his usual defensive mechanism it is!]

What're you doing out here??

C. [Or perhaps you come in the middle of the fight, seeing sparks literally fly as the two of them are fighting with a ferocity that nobody else has even seen before, Ryuuga looking outright furious while Jinga's grinning like a maniac. Grab your popcorn and sit a while, kids, this is going to take a bit. Or try to see if you can stop them from fighting and probably destroying part of the park while they're at it.]

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[Ankh, meanwhile, is just walking around, and he happened to wander off where there aren't any people because it's easier that way. No people means no spirit animals to run into and no unwanted memories. Being out here is safer than being at home that way; he and Eiji usually have no problem sharing a relatively small space, but the foxes have been making that a bit more difficult.

But it seems like this area isn't entirely deserted. He looks a little surprised at being yelled at all of a sudden, but otherwise unfazed by it.]

Taking a walk. Is there something wrong with that?

(ooc: Almost forgot ability permissions)

Edited 2016-06-09 00:29 (UTC)

[There's a pause as Ryuuga clenches his jaw - technically there's nothing inherently wrong with Ankh taking a late-night walk, and hell, if it weren't for the fact that he was about to be fighting Jinga shortly, he might've been doing the same thing. It's really only out of concern for others that he's even bristling like this in the first place.

He doesn't look terribly annoyed, per se, more ... almost embarrassed for yelling like that, really. He's definitely been more tense than usual lately, and it shows.]

Not really, but I don't think you're going to want to be near here in the next few minutes.

Why? What's going to happen?

[He doesn't seem at all offput by the warning. A little curious, if anything.]

[... now the question is how does he even explain this without coming off as a psycho or something.

Balls.

He shifts slightly, readjusting his footing now that he's been taking out of preparation mode.]

"Arranged sparring" might be the best way of putting it. Though it might get a little rough.

[Really, it's hard to sound crazier than some of the people Ankh has known.]

Hm. I won't get in your way, then.

[Not like he came out here for conversation, anyway. More the opposite, considering all the issues he's had with this stupid fox following him around. Which of course is going to decide to go get closer to his present company as soon as he turns to start walking away.]

(ooc: Let me know if you have any requests for memories or if you'd rather avoid it.)

(Any and all are good! I extend the same offer to you since there's a lot of jarring memories thanks to the nature of his canon in the first place. :x)

[Ryuuga simply nods, though he notices his own fox curiously sniffing around near Ankh, and he tries to shift forward to stop it, not really realizing he's talking out loud:]

Wait-!

(Anything fine here, too! Ankh has met Jinga and doesn't yet realise they're connected so including him could be potentially interesting.)

[Ankh hears that call and pauses-]

Ah?

[And looks back just in time to see his fox brush against the other's leg.

Ankh starts underwater, immediately taking in his surroundings as he surfaces. The first thing he does is find Eiji, who seems to have washed up on a rock, to shake him awake and yell at him because he's supposed to be getting Ankh's medals, he prioritised someone else over that, and how dare he. Eiji is, predictably, unrepentant, going on about the value of other people's lives like he always does, even as Ankh shoves him over into the stream.

"Don't get so full of yourself, Eiji! If it would get me my Core Medals back, I would kill you right here."

"And you would be okay with that? Good luck getting your medals back without OOO."

"And what about you? If I got rid of you, you wouldn't be able to save her, or her brother's body." And Ankh would be free to keep that body for his own use, get rid of the sister who's in the way, too, and go after his medals without some do-gooder causing him problems all the time. It sounds pretty good, except for the part where Eiji is right. He isn't strong enough on his own.

Eiji glares back. "If anything happens to either of them, I'll make you pay."

"And that's why I'd kill you first!"

"And what'd you do if you did, huh?" It's at this point that Eiji realises what they're both saying and yells in frustration. "Man, it's like we're stuck with each other!"

He barely has time to get annoyed with his fox for stumbling into a stranger again before the other fox hits him.]

[Ryuuga's eyes widen as he's thrown into the memory - he recognizes Eiji, but the situation in and of itself is unfamiliar. There's a weird sense of deja vu with it, and especially considering recent events with Jinga - just on opposite ends. Even then, it's not so much that they need each other's help as it is that they have a greater threat to worry about.

Not that Ryuuga wasn't confident he could stop Jinga should things come to a head. But when he calls out, that causes his own fox's head to snap up, clearly startled, and brush against Ankh's leg as well - and before he can do anything, he's hit with a wave of nausea and nearly stumbles as the memory plays out:

He's stopped at what looks to be a makeshift prison cell, a taller man that Ankh would recognize as Jinga facing a younger man with his sword drawn-

"I'm taking Gald back."

Jinga slowly turns, a manic grin on his face as he turns - and Ryuuga's anger rises, bristling. He's already sick of everything that Jinga's been responsible for so far, directly and indirectly. The Fallen Knight lets go of the younger Priest, his full focus on Ryuuga. "I knew it was you, Golden Knight." He pauses, drawing out the tension if only to get more of a rise out of him. "What do you even get out of saving this guy?"

And without even missing a beat: "We're going to defeat you and seal Ladan together."

Jinga laughs harshly, forcing Ryuuga on guard even more, leaning forward. "You're saying that you're friends with this guy?! The one that says he hates all Makai Knights?"

"Even if we're not technically friends, I will protect all people - because that's what a Makai Knight does!" As if to punctuate the statement, he draws his sword, cutting down the anchoring point for the barrier creating the cell while lunging forward. He stops short, pausing for a moment to see if Gald was okay before he redirects his attention to Jinga, slashing at him repeatedly.

Unfortunately, Jinga just seems to be casually avoiding the barrage, leaning from side to side until he ends up kicking off the wall and drawing his sword, smiling all the while as their blades clash, sending sparks everywhere. "How fun! I'll play with you."

The fight is renewed, this time with Jinga pressing the offensive, though both of them are surprisingly even after a few exchanges of blows. Jinga spins around, kicking Gald away as he's trying to move forward, pointing his sword casually at the Priest's neck while staring down Ryuuga, who got knocked over in the same motion. Ryuuga practically snarls as he's glaring upward, but he gets up quickly enough, forcing them to move the fight out further in the industrial complex, and it's about now that things get kinda stupid. (13:56-14:28)

The memory ends with them clashing again-

And Ryuuga's nearly doubled over, using his sword to prop himself up.]

[Ankh is faring a bit better, but when he drops out of the memory, he puts a hand to his head. Declaring he'll protect everyone... he's not unlike Eiji, it seems. And Ankh isn't sure who the third person was, but he's met Jinga before. It takes him a moment to gather his thoughts and make the world stop spinning enough to ask-]

Is Jinga the one you're waiting to fight, then?

[It takes a few moments for everything to readjust - Ryuuga's got his eyes screwed shut, taking a few deep breaths before he's finally able to straighten out, and he slowly nods, still half-lost in memories.]

Yeah.

[He might stick around out of pure curiosity if he hadn't already just seen what the two of them fighting looks like.]

So? What was it you saw?

You and Eiji, fighting in some sort of stream. You mentioned how you would kill him and the people he's close to if it would help your cause.

[His eyes narrow as he seems to mostly be back to normal (at least back to his previous state before memories were shared, anyway). He doesn't make a move to lift his sword from where it's dug into the dirt, though his tone is enough of a warning as it was.]

[Ah. The good old days. There had been so many fights that this actually takes him a second to place, but then he looks almost amused. And maybe there's just a hint of fondness in his voice that's probably easy to miss as he replies.]

You didn't get to the part where he offered me ice cream?

[And that definitely gives him pause.]

Apparently not.

A year's worth of ice cream in exchange for keeping the girl safe.

[On another day he probably wouldn't be offering any more of what happened there, but right now at least saying that much doesn't bother him.]

He really was an idiot.

[Oddly, that doesn't sound like criticism.]

And that's all it took? [He lets out a half-exasperated sigh, shaking his head before pulling his sword out of the ground, though his arms are resting at his sides. His fight wasn't with Ankh, though he might have to ask Eiji more later. Maybe.]

Maybe that applies to both of you.

Who knows?

[He says almost thoughtfully, turned off to the side. Cherish this moment, Ryuuga, because never again after today will Ankh come that close to admitting he might be kind of stupid, too.]

It got him to cooperate about the medals, though.

[... kind of. But at this point Ankh isn't so convinced he was wrong so it doesn't really matter. Also, Ankh can eat a lot of ice cream, so it really wasn't a bad deal.]

And afterward?

[Now it's starting to sound less like his situation with Jinga, but at the same time, he can't help but be a bit curious about it himself.]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Huh?

[Clearly he hadn't been planning on telling any more of that story.]

What about after you got your medals back? Did you try killing him and his friends again?

[There's sort of a sideways smile at that.]

That's a long story.

[And not one a stranger needs to know, even if he is feeling more generous with information today.]

[He pinches the bridge of his nose, but he doesn't press for further details of it. At the same time, though-]

Are you two still considered enemies?

[He shakes his head.]

He's not my enemy.

So you two worked it out.

[He's ... not sure how to feel about that. Granted this isn't a mirror situation, either.]

Good.

[There's nothing else to really say to that, though the hesitation in it is enough to make him a little curious.]

What's your story, then?

[He gestures in a random direction, an indication of the supposed sparring partner who hasn't shown up yet.]

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