( the rock sailing through the air, wrapped in paper.
the calm in takasugi dissipating as entirely unrelated incidents flash through his mind.
or, unrelated as far as his memory may want him to believe, the final moments of his friends and his mentor playing out in his mind during the quiet moments of his prison cell ages ago. all those incidents he was powerless to prevent, marked by grief and anger. and maybe it's selfish of him to think of them right now and use that grief to fuel him, but the thought of rinne maybe taking a fatal blow right now while they were sitting in a place of peace and supposed contentment, to imagine blood cracking on his face in lines like bark almost makes him go pale.
but right now, he can do something.
he can quickly push up from his knees, faster than an average human, and swing his shamisen in a wide arc like a baseball bat to strike that rock with a loud CLANG.
it whips through branches and into the great beyond, his face contorting despite a grin as if he's trying to keep from biting down too hard on the unexpectedly sharp teeth rowing his mouth. deep breaths, takasugi. a couple in the crowd who'd been enjoying the act are seeking out the perpetrator, while others whisper "can you be charged for acts against an augmented like that?" to each other. )
Anyone else wanna give that a shot? We're got plenty of energy for more up here. Don't be shy.
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Date: 2025-04-09 05:32 am (UTC)the calm in takasugi dissipating as entirely unrelated incidents flash through his mind.
or, unrelated as far as his memory may want him to believe, the final moments of his friends and his mentor playing out in his mind during the quiet moments of his prison cell ages ago. all those incidents he was powerless to prevent, marked by grief and anger. and maybe it's selfish of him to think of them right now and use that grief to fuel him, but the thought of rinne maybe taking a fatal blow right now while they were sitting in a place of peace and supposed contentment, to imagine blood cracking on his face in lines like bark almost makes him go pale.
but right now, he can do something.
he can quickly push up from his knees, faster than an average human, and swing his shamisen in a wide arc like a baseball bat to strike that rock with a loud CLANG.
it whips through branches and into the great beyond, his face contorting despite a grin as if he's trying to keep from biting down too hard on the unexpectedly sharp teeth rowing his mouth. deep breaths, takasugi. a couple in the crowd who'd been enjoying the act are seeking out the perpetrator, while others whisper "can you be charged for acts against an augmented like that?" to each other. )
Anyone else wanna give that a shot? We're got plenty of energy for more up here. Don't be shy.