musubi | eighth breath ✧ action

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eighth breath ✧ action

[When he was fairly sure the sky was clear of falling trees, Isamu had made his way outside toward the edge of town. It was late, but of the things the teen feared, creatures that went bump in the night weren't part of them. He didn't tell anyone he was leaving. He just went.

Sometime later, he can be found dozing against a light post just at the town's edge. It probably isn't the safest place to be, but he's too tired to bother walking back to the apartment complex just yet. His journal is with him, but it's closed shut.

Just a few more minutes, and he'll start walking...]

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A girl. [Yeah, he seems pretty broken up about this.] And yeah, I know, turtle, I don't exactly got girls linin' up outside my door. But you don't get it, man. She drives me nuts.

[Oh. Ooooooh. Well, then.] That's... I'm guessing it didn't work out, huh?

Yeah, well here's the kicker: She turned me down 'cause there was someone else. As in, if she didn't have some jerk waitin' in the wings, she woulda been all for it. Even went so far as callin' me a good person. Me! A good person! Ha!

But y'know what I say to that? Fuck it. I'm gettin' drunk and I don' give a shit.

[Beer number five, consider yourself owned.]

Wow... That blows. I'm sorry, dude.

But hey - that means not all hope is lost, right? If there's one chick out there like that...

[He laughs, quick and bitter.] Yeah. Sure.

So the hell is your little magic problem? Or do I wanna know?

[Isamu sighs and rubs at one eye, weariness kicking in just at the reminder.]

You know what I did before I got here? I played fucking cleric to a guy I know that got munched on by that wolf in the woods. Lay On Hands shit.

The other spirits here... they won't work with me. Maybe they know a little more about me than they should. [He laughs a little.] The only one that will is the healing one.

So that's what I was doing this evening. Practicing healing magic. I told the guy not to tell anyone, but I think he works at the clinic. Hell, he might try and call me for help at some point and I'm just not the healing type. I mean, look at me.

I don't really know why I even bothered.

I don't know anything about magic, so nothin' I say's worth anything. But healin' magic ain't half bad. It's actually worth some good. You really can't go wrong with it save for healin' people who don't deserve it.

[He shrugs, leaning with his elbows against the bar.]

When I first came here, I picked a fight with this smartmouthed kid with lightin' magic. Almost died, but a girl with healin' magic saved my life.

I ain't gonna try to convince you either way, but I don't see what's so embarrassin' about it.

[Isamu runs a hand through his hair, removing his hat for the time being.]

Heh. Guess maybe I just don't want people to think of me as a nice guy. They might start expecting things.

[Raph grins at that one.]

I know how that is.

[You may understand him until he breaks out the video game logic.]

I'm a solo player, you know? Healbots are a group deal.

[And now he's lost.]

...Huh?

No one plays a priest without wanting to hit the dungeons, you know? ...Nevermind. Bad analogy in this case.

I'm not a team player, is what I'm saying.

Been told that one too.

Told it, huh? So is that not what you want?

Ah, I dunno. [He shrugs.] I wanna do my own thing, but I gotta be there for my brothers too. I know I drive 'em nuts.

How close are you guys?

We're the only four in the world. We gotta look out for each other.

So you've been together all your life, then?

I told you the story, man. M' brothers're all I got.

[Isamu takes a thoughtful sip of his beer, watching his incredibly unusual drinking partner.] I'm guessing this is where the whole selfishness issue comes into play, Mr. I Don't Like Selfish People.

Damn straight! [He juts a finger in Isamu's direction.] You try sharin' whatever crap you pull outta the dumpsters with three brothers.

[Dumpsters, huh? Hardcore.]

Well, here's to other people. [Isamu held his drink out for an impromptu toast.] Who need's 'em.

Damn straight. [Ha, toasts. Classy.]

Wait...I already said that, didn' I?

Eh. [He shrugs off the repeated phrase. Who cares?]

You're not gonna need help getting back to your place, are you?

[He shakes his head, finishing off number six.]

Nah, 'm good. Make it back home every other night.

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