sixth breath ✧ voice / action

[musubi]

[The journal falls open with a thud, and the sound of crackling can be heard, soon followed by the roar of a vacuum cleaner. Something seems off about the sound, though, as if the machine is spazzing out, bumping around like no vacuum cleaner is meant to do. Isamu's cursing is drowned out by it at first, but he eventually makes his way closer to the journal.]

--hardly touched... All right fine, you know what? I don't like you either!

[The scream that follows is short and definitely not girly sounding. The door to his apartment opens and he's quite literally chased out of it by the possessed device. This, dear people of Luceti, is why you don't attempt to practice electrical magic around electrical appliances, especially when said magic isn't really working properly for you.

Eventually, Isamu slams his foot down on the vacuum cleaner and it comes to a sputtering stop. It may be possible to hear him panting out in the hall.]

It's all good. I got this under control.

Comments

[Voice]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

...Kid?

[Voice]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Fifteen, maybe? I wouldn't make you put up with someone real young.

[Voice]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Eh. You're the sensei. But I'm mildly protesting.

[Voice]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, you got no say in it. Like I said, we'll see.

[Voice]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Hence "mildly." I'm not about to throw a fit.

[Voice]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Hm.

What, you don't wanna learn to spar? 'Cause you really don't wanna go against me.

[Then, Don's voice echoes in the back of his mind:]

[Voice]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Isamu's barely been affected by the event so far, but he does have a tendency to speak his mind anyway.]

I know it's probably necessary. Guess I'm just feeling a little selfish, is all.

[Voice]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Well don't. I hate selfish people. You been doin' a good job so far so don't spoil it by something stupid as that.

[Voice]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

I'll keep that in mind.

Are you trying to tell me you're never selfish when it comes to certain things?

[Voice]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly the journal's filled with head-pictures - Raphael as a child, fighting tooth-and-nail for half-rotten scraps of food in some dank, dirty place, taking it right out of his hungry brother's hands. A young tear-filled voice: Later, teen years, walking out on his brothers on a rooftop lit by yellow lamplight. Then the woods of Luceti, It all echoes and bleeds together in a blur like rush hour traffic.]

[There's a sharp intake of breath, a quiet curse, then the journal closes to blank.]

[Voice]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

...

[Isamu isn't really sure what to do about that, so he just stares at the empty page for a while before closing it and setting it aside.]