eleventh breath ✧ action

[musubi]

[It's sometime after he's gotten back from the usual friday morning session at the dojo, and it's pouring down rain outside. Therefore, the logical place for Isamu to be is indoors, maybe reading a book. This, however, is not the case.

After leaving a note for Naoki, Isamu has headed back outside in just a button-up shirt and pants. In the woods not too far from his apartment building, he's currently standing uncovered in the rain. If someone was to watch him, they might catch him occasionally throwing his arms up in the air with a "HA!"... only to have nothing happen.

Though looking discouraged, the teen will continue this for the next while.]

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[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji looks on.

From a tree.

That's right; tree!Sanji is watching and wondering what the hell Isamu is on, but doesn't announce his presence yet]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Isamu doesn't notice him.

After one particular attempt, however, there is what appears to be a very faint light spreading out from Isamu's fingers. For just a moment, the rain seems to hit something there and slide away.

The teen looks momentarily triumphant, right until he finds himself on his knees, dizzy.]

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[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Huh. Interesting. [exhales a stream of smoke and raises his voice so Isamu can hear him]

Nice trick.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[ohgodtree!Sanjiiswatchingme Isamu's head jerks up as he searches for the source of the voice. Finally catching sight of Sanji, he frowns, getting back to his feet.

He brushes a bit of mud off the knees of his pants, not that this helps much when he's completely soaked.]

You always make a habit of spying from trees?

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[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

No, you're just special. [leans back against the trunk again]

You looked so determined I didn't want to break your shitty concentration.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Oh, is that right? I'm flattered. Really.

[It's not easy to just go back to what he's doing now that the pirate is watching him.] There something you wanted, or did I just pick a bad spot?

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[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[considers that... then stands up]

Gonna share what that was? Didn't look like filial magic. [unless maybe it was Sona's power]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[He smiles knowingly.] That's where you're wrong!

If only one of the spirits here is gonna listen to me, then I'm gonna do the best I can with what I have to work with.

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[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[looks visibly surprised]

... Nala-chan?

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki eyed that note very hard when he got in. He'd been out on the roof in the storm himself, getting in some good old-fashioned exposure for his phobia. But...since Isamu did leave one and all, that's enough for him to wait in the apartment for whenever he gets back.

Probably with a towel and some dry clothes laid out on the table for him.]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Isamu stumbles in a bit later, dripping and shivering and not entirely steady on his feet. He's barefoot too, having left his muddy shoes outside the door. He knows he's probably gone and caught himself a cold, too.

And was it worth it? Possibly.

Isamu stares at the towel and clothes for a moment, quite certain he's never going to get used to this.] I'm guessing you're in.

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Nope, I'm not.

[This is said casually from the couch, where Naoki's sitting and writing away in a journal on his lap--though it's not the journal. He turns to look at him.] Not gonna get dry by just looking at them, y'know.

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

...Right. [Grabbing the towel now to dry of his hair. He starts unbuttoning his shirt, then glances back at Naoki. Yeah, no. The clothes are grabbed up in a bundle as he heads to his room to change.]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki raises an eyebrow, flicks his gaze to the ceiling briefly and then looks down. Starting up that writing again, the notebook balanced on his knee.]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Isamu returns shortly in the dry clothing, pauses at the end of the sofa, then steps closer and slumps down next to Naoki, looking beat.]

Keeping a diary? A day in the life?

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

It's a precaution. [He pauses in his writing, finishes off a sentence.] But pretty much.

[He looks over and he feels vaguely tempted to ask what he's been up to. But he doesn't.] Didja go and get sick on me?

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

...Probably. [Yep. Definitely starting to feel a little stuffy.]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph hasn't gone home since the morning's training session. No, there's a part of him that's just drawn to the dramatic weather. And with two brothers to drive him crazy at home, he's content to wander.

Funny thing about today is, despite the weather being the human definition of miserable, Raph's ran into more people today than on his usual bouts of wanderlust. It's all the more proof that people are damn crazy around here.

He's even more surprised to see it's Isamu doing something that he can only guess has something to do with magic.

So he watches him for a while, hidden under the cover of the dense undergrowth. It's time he learned a little more of what all this magic stuff is about.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Raphael might not be in for much of a lesson. Isamu isn't getting anywhere and it's really wearing him out. After a brief flash of light over his head that fails to hold any proper form, barrier-wise or no, the teen stops. He stares at his hands, swaying just a little, before glaring skyward.

You'd think water, of all things, would be simple enough to block.]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he has no idea what that's supposed to be, and this's boring, so he's gonna liven things up a little bit. He fishes in his belt and tosses a handful of shuriken, none of them aimed at Isamu himself, but burying themselves in the nearby trees and the ground by his feet.

How's about a game of find-the-ninja?]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

HOLY--! [Even if they aren't aimed at him, Isamu dives out of the way. He stares wide-eyed at the shuriken, then out into the woods. His surprised expression turns sour.]

Shit... Yeah, that's real funny, man.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph chuckles to himself, emerging from the bushes.]

Wow, you failed that test with flying colors.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[He's just gonna... remain sitting on the ground for now. Raph will get a nice glare, though.]

I was never so great at pop quizzes.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

No kiddin'. [He saunters up and pulls a few shuriken out of a tree.] Y'know, not every fight you get into's gonna call ahead and make an appointment.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Stand closer, turtle, you'll keep the rain off.] I think so far you're the only one who's ever attacked me in town.