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thirty-third breath ✧ voice/action
[Today, Isamu makes a public post from a public place. That is to say that he's sitting with his journal open in the middle of the clothing store, up on one of the tables where he's moved aside a pile of assorted coats.
He looks serious, thoughtful, though he hasn't actually picked out anything yet.]
Those of you who work with the filial spirits here... How did you get them to work with you? Because I'm trying to figure out what makes them work with some people and not with others.
[For the longest time, the only one that would respond to him was Nala, and he feels lucky to have managed that much sometimes.
What this has to do with him sitting among piles of clothes isn't all that apparent.]
He looks serious, thoughtful, though he hasn't actually picked out anything yet.]
Those of you who work with the filial spirits here... How did you get them to work with you? Because I'm trying to figure out what makes them work with some people and not with others.
[For the longest time, the only one that would respond to him was Nala, and he feels lucky to have managed that much sometimes.
What this has to do with him sitting among piles of clothes isn't all that apparent.]
[Action]
[He stares at the item thoughtfully, though he's mostly kidding. Mostly.]
[Action]
[Action]
Oh come on. You have to admit it would be helpful. Just hold a hand out and... bam! Right into your palm.
...So show me how to kick it up like a pro, sensei.
[Action]
If you're here to learn ninjutsu, and not magic, then take your shoes off.
[Action]
[He removes his shoes all the same.]
[Action]
I'm completely in favor of learning everything. Just not all at the same time.
And who is Ralph?
[Action]
You know who I mean. Raph never stopped being a weird way to shorten a name.
[He backs up a sec, keeping his eyes on Don as he retrieves the fallen item.]
[Action]
[Action]
You can smack me on the head for it if you want. It's what he'd do.
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Somehow, Don levers his oversized toes under the bo, and with a practiced flip makes the staff virtually levitate into his hand.]
Now you try.
[Action]
...Are you sure you can't do that for me one more time?
[Action]
See?
[Action]
...Alright. Here goes nothing.
[And it's about as successful an attempt as he expected, with the staff popping up about a third of the way before slipping sideways and rolling back to the floor.]
[Action]
Not bad. Try it again.
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
If Isamu cared less about keeping the weapon in good shape, he might have kicked it across the room in anger a couple times, but thankfully that doesn't happen.]
How long did it take you to get it right the first time you tried?
[Action]
The first time? A few minutes. But getting it right reliably took weeks.
[Action]
[He tries again, chuckling.]