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thirty-fifth breath ✧ action

Friday - backdated

[Isamu is having a distinct feeling of deja-vu. This isn't the first time he's been dropped off after a kidnapping not far from home, drugged enough to make the trek difficult but still conscious enough to attempt it.

Once at the door, he stops to lean his forehead against it, hoping some of the dizziness will wear off. It's some time before he finally decides to just knock. If he falls inside when the door opens, then so be it.]

Saturday

[Wanting to clear his head some, Isamu attempts to work at Seventh Heaven as usual. Bouts of drowsiness keep creeping up on him, however, and he's continuously nodding off while leaning against a counter or slumped at a table. Forget having him actually carry food out to a table. Not unless you want to lose half of it on the way there, anyway.

Frustrated, he'll spend the latter part of his shift slouching in a booth.]

Sunday

[It's hard, but he manages (he thinks) to slip away from Richard for a while, heading down to the battle dome in order to vent. This wouldn't be a bad plan in theory if he could actually get any of the programs to work. Should anyone walk in on him at this point, they'll find him pounding his fist into one of the consoles. He's not even doing any damage to it, so it's mostly just to make himself feel better (which it's also failing at).]

((ooc: Isamu's mallynap effect is that he won't be able to do most things on his own for a while. He will be increasingly grouchy because of this.))

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[Today, "punching things without even waiting for the sim to start" is a feeling Don can get behind. When he enters the Battle Dome and sees this, he pauses to watch a while with an almost encouraging expression, before walking over.]

What's up, Isamu?

Nothing is up.

[He smacks the console one more time before looking over.]

Nothing is up because everything is down. Everything is off and I'm sick of it.

[Right on, bro.]

What do you want to punch?

Everything.

[He sighs, pulling away from the console finally, slightly calmer.]

Everyone.

[Don ignores the console, which appears to be broken, and gestures for Isamu to follow him into an empty simulation room. He drops his bo by the wall as he enters. It seems like a good day to get back to basics.]

[Isamu does follow, looking a bit resigned. This is most likely just going to end up being embarrassing for him, but there's not much else to do at this point.]

[Don is still recovering from a kidnapping, so he's not exactly in his best form. Plus he's too distracted to care very much.]

[He'll even let Isamu throw the first punch.]

[Isamu is already dressed for training, as that's what he came here to do, so he's not worried about having anything messed up if the bad luck he's had so far holds out.

He doesn't have his bo with him, as he'd planned on mostly just punching things, so he falls into an easy stance, fists up. When he realizes Don is waiting on him, he rushes forward with a blow aimed at the turtle's right shoulder.]

[Don sidesteps, but with obvious clumsiness, so that Isamu's strike glances off his upper arm. He's surprised and irritated by his own slowness, but it doesn't stop him from countering with with a low chop to the back of Isamu's legs.]

[Isamu is just as surprised, though less because he succeeded in hitting Don and more at the fact that he hasn't tripped over his own feet yet.

It's been long enough now, however, that's he's started to pick up on the pattern. Finally.]

I knew it!

[He just barely avoids the swing at his legs, brows knit in... well he doesn't know how to feel, really.]

Is this supposed to teach me a lesson or something? Goddamn.

[Sorry, Don, he's babbling about things he's barely mentioned to you.]

[Don doesn't really care about Isamu's muttering; he's busy trying to recover his balance after that missed strike. He'll turn and take up a blocking position as quickly as possible, expecting a counterattack.]

Kind of pointless though, isn't it? I mean, I got over that whole going solo deal. [Mostly.]

What's the point of - [He attempts to swing at a shoulder again.] - hammering in a lesson I already got?

[Don evades, and doesn't care how badly he's telegraphing his gut-punch.]

Who went home?

[It would be easier to see the punch coming if the question hadn't thrown Isamu off. He hasn't even been thinking about who went home recently.]

Huh?

[He staggers back from the blow before he answers, immediately going into a more defensive position.]

...Well, Sanji did. Richard took it pretty hard. [Isamu did too, but he'd rather not go into that.]

Why?

[Don frowns, but automatically steps forward to press the advantage, aiming another punch at Isamu's jaw.]

That isn't what you were talking about?

No, though it doesn't help...

[Isamu manages to dodge the blow this time, but doesn't immediately retaliate.]

I was kidnapped for a few days recently, and I've had a hard time doing most things since. The only time I don't run into issues is when I'm with someone else or someone else is helping me.

It's like some stupid unnecessary moral lesson.

[Don pivots into a spin-kick.]

I was kidnapped and came back as a ghost.

[You lose.]

[Isamu does his best to block.]

Hey, I'm not saying this is the worst thing that could happen to anyone, but that doesn't keep it from being exceedingly annoying.

[Don doesn't want to play that game. He executes a series of snap kicks, aiming to batter through Isamu's defenses.]

What did the Malnosso do to you while you were there?

While I was there? Hell if I know.

[Ow. Isamu backs away a couple steps.]

I just know I've had trouble doing things on my own since.

[Don backs off, giving Isamu a minute to recover.]

How long has it been?

A couple days. Who knows how long it'll last for.

[With his luck, it could be a few weeks. He's hoping for just a few days.]

[Enough recovering. Don launches forward again with a straight punch.]

What were you planning to do here?

Work off some steam, obviously. Let some of my anger out.

[This is helping a little. He attempts to deflect the punch and move in for a hit of his own in the possible opening.]

But I'm completely jinxed. That machine probably would have worked for anyone else.

Edited 2013-06-29 21:29 (UTC)

[Lacking his usual strength, Don is more unbalanced by the block than he normally would be, can't recover his center in time, and takes Isamu's punch right in the beak.]

Ngh--

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