acatalepsy_logs | PIPE WRENCH FIGHT [Open]

Shut up, yo! [ Aimed at Jake and boy doesn't Beat want to do something totally mature like stick his tongue out at Hei when he's told to stop yelling. He doesn't, however, and yes Hei that comment was completely creepy. Stop watching him, person he doesn't know. Or at least offer more advice.

Trying to put Statler and Waldorf there out of his mind, Beat gets back to his feet to face the dummy again. At least the boy doesn't give up and now he's spurred on by the aggressive need to show them. Still has absolutely no form, and the angrier he gets the rougher and more slipshod his punches and blocks are... but he's got spirit.

Finally he can't take it anymore and turns to the two sitting on the steps, stepping back from the dummy so it can't knock him flat again. ]

The HELL does it mean that I'm locking my arm?!

You got that right...

[ "Too much to hope for" has summed up this entire place so far. Some day he'll catch a break.

Wasn't this year. Wasn't last year. Wasn't the year before. But it's gonna' fuckin' happen. Maybe if he were back home and getting a taste of the fifty million dollar deal he had lined up.

Definitely a better idea to focus on the angry inquiries being shouted up from the ring instead of dwelling on that crushing disappointment. ]

Means you're extending it all the way and locking the joint into place when you tense up! Make your punches faster! You're absorbing way too much impact! --we're really looking like a successful group right here.

(plugs an ear...)

I don't know what I expected, coming here.

(hei should've packed snacks but as always he's too much of a dullard to think that far ahead. now they have to enjoy one another's company. which is, frankly, the worst. at least jake isn't chastising him for being present and airing out his grievances, instead joining him in the effort and adding to the poorly explained constructive criticism he'd tried to give beat.)

If there's an absence of skill, filling their heads with soft encouragements won't help. They'll die before the mission's over. (finally sits up and forward, taking another swig from the bottle before leaving it between them.) Pay attention to where you're stepping, you wouldn't have this problem if you didn't ignore your footwork.

... Why have you stopped? Have you given up already?

[ So... how do you punch without extending all the way? Oh god, please don't make further fun of him as he tries a few air punches to test that out. Is he extending too far still? How far is too far? He doesn't feel like he's locking anything into place? Would there be a click??

So absorbed in trying out punching, he almost ignores the secondary advice, only becoming aware of it due to the follow up taunt. ]

No way!! I ain't quittin'!!

[ Footwork he could do, footwork's easy. Combining that all together though, is a bit of a mess. On one hand, surprisingly decent movement. On the other hand, he still Punches Bad and Should Feel Bad, but at least this time when the automaton reacts back, it doesn't send him stumbling. He still blocks like an utter loser though and makes it worse for himself than it should be.

He didn't fall though so that's a +1 in his book. ]

YEAH! FUCK YOU! [ To the dummy he's fighting not the two dummy's catcalling to the side. ]

Soft encouragements? Not gonna' make much difference anyway. There's not enough time to make real strides so if they're gonna' die, they're gonna' die. [ Still in that remarkably blasé tone; he's seen enough death to not get overly choked up at the thought. Would it be a shame? Sure. But this isn't exactly the group he'd want to be dragging into a war zone. ]

Just keep your hits fast and lose the tension when you pull back! Fuck... You can still extend all the way but don't lock into it! [ He can't watch this without chiming in, it's impossible for him. Just like it's impossible to not eye that bottle on occasion too, even if he criticized it before. ]

... keep your fists up!

(there's the slight improvement sheer force of will brings about, but the sudden show of confidence with one win waters it down.)

Focus, you're still shit. (he doesn't like to have to raise his voice, thankfully it carries well enough with the help of the sloped stands.

to jake,) The nature of these missions might be something unexpected. My luck isn't good... it could be little more than a vacation site. (and he'd understand if people misconstrued "saving the world" as something inherently violent — hei himself is one of the paranoid men who'd hear that and think war but is practical enough to see that there's potential for more peaceful outcomes. he just fucking doubts it.

spies beat still standing around, eyes narrowing.) Celebrate after you vomit and collapse, because that's the only way this training will amount to anything. Get cocky and it'll all be worthless.

... Hm. Do you think they have bottles stored in the back of the kitchen? I only went in there briefly.

[ Not at all put off honestly about the talk of dying he hears floating from them occasionally. Been there, done that, hurts only until your body goes into shock. Instead he focuses on the actual viable pieces of advice; lose tension, fast hits, he still doesn't get the locking thing, still shit and coc- hey! ]

I ain't cocky, yo! Fuck off!!

[ He was and he knows he was, but shut up DAD. Pretending the dummy is the dark-haired heckler, Beat goes back to punching it. He's putting enough force into it that he's doing some damage to his knuckles, despite trying to put what Wash showed him into practice. At least he's not punching with his thumb in. Fists up? He can do that.

Bottles? Okay a little part of their conversation catches his attention now and he tries to listen in without looking like he's listening in... ]

Are you saying your luck is better or worse if it's a beach somewhere with surf and sun? Hoping half of these people get culled already or something? Sicko. [ Happily attributes the title to Hei regardless of what his thought process had actually been. ]

--oh, is it my turn to yell something? I'm not actually that invested in how you do! My advice was solid though! ... And you are cocky if you're yelling at us instead of just fighting!

[ This would honestly go a hell of a lot smoother if he actually got down there and showed Beat what he meant, but that would involve moving more than he's planned to for the next ten minutes. ] Yeah, that's a no-go on more wine in the kitchen. I made the rounds in there.

Worse. Wouldn't that be more of the same thing we're dealing with now?

(from one nothing place to another. hei'd rather be thrown into the middle of another war. or at least given a fucking drink.)

Where the hell is it? I know there's some; this place can't be dry.

... You're distracted by your eavesdropping. (gives beat a sharp, dismissive gesture.) Apply that energy to your form instead — chin down, eyes up, fists higher to defend your face. Look for openings. He's suggesting quick jabs, so don't throw your entire body into them like an idiot. You'll have too long a recovery time between strikes.

[ Oh, he got caught listening in, but that's all right. He ignores Hei's advice for now to turn towards them, frowning. ]

You guys are really talkin' 'bout booze? Is that why you both are so crusty right now? Yo, gimme a sec.

[ He looks like he's thinking. Booze. Booze booze booze. Alcohol, beer, sake, whatever.

... Well, it sort of works. It's nothing to heavy like whiskey or whatever, but two bottles of some japanese beer do appear between Hei and Jake. They're cold, too, nice and frosty and look like they just got taken from a fridge. ]

There, take it an' shut up. [ Beat needs a nap now... ]

Yo, didn't he just tell you to stop eavesdropping? If I'm crusty about anything it's-- actually you know what? I'm being a perfect gentleman.

[ Which he says right as the bottle magically appears at his side, taking a moment to notice after Beat's verbal prompting. The fuck... He plucks it up, expectedly, pinching the neck with a quick perusal of the label. Well, at least he recognizes the brand name. ]

... your ability's making beer? You wanna' conjure about ten more? [ This gratitude here as he cracks off the cap. ] Hell, I'll take it.

We're teaching you what you need to know, isn't that what you came for?

(glances down at the magical beer, then back.

then down again, narrowing his eyes at it. what is with people giving him things in strange ways that makes him not overly keen on accepting them? why can't everyone just do things the old fashioned way, or leave him the hell alone? but it's beer, so he can't resist it, alcoholism whispering in his ear to pick the bottle up.

he does. but instead of keeping it for himself, hei holds it out to jake.)

You take them both, I have the wine. One beer won't make a difference to me. (to beat,) Something stronger next time, if you're looking to make us shut up. What is the natural of your ability?

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... First, yo, you all ain't teachin' me shit but how to ignore two dudes yellin' atchu while you try to figure out what the hell they mean by yerself. Second... uh, well, I guess my abilities are 'givin' people what they want', but it don' work that great sometimes.

[ He gestures to the two bottles. Obviously he'd been trying for more, but either he'd already been too tired from working out or something else had meddled. ]

An' I can't getchu anymore [ to Jake ] at least not til tomorrow. One a day thing, I think. It tires me out too much. [ And before they can begin to HECKLE. ] Yeah I know that's kinda lame but it's new, aight?!

[ And he's going to sit down right where he's at, cause he is tired now. ]

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[ As far as mass-produced beers go it's a good one, at least, crisp but not overly full-bodied, and he shows his approval with a short but contented exhale after his first sip. Will it get him drunk? No chance in hell. Is it refreshing? Absolutely. And it's as if Hei clues into his thoughts -- his wish for a second one to at least give him a quick fading hint of a buzz -- because here the man is offering it out, getting him to raise a brow. ]

... cheers. [ With a clink of his bottle against the second before he's reaching out to take it. ] Ukuku. [ Another cheer? That's what it might sound like, anyway, a throwaway word before he's turning his attention back on Beat. ]

You want some more good advice if you can only do that shit once a day and it's that broad? Don't spread that knowledge around. You're gonna' have assholes like us knocking on your door at all hours.

.. you seriously just sitting down now? Jesus Christ...

(hei stares at jake for a moment longer than is necessary, before turning his face away to huff honest-to-god amusement at it.) Jake, huh? Figures it'd be you. (his only reply to the "cheer", chasing it with a mouthful of wine.)

You've got no stamina either... (they just don't make 'em like they used to. squinting down the stands at beat, he mutters under his breath.) He'll surely die on the next mission.

(raising his voice:) What were you expecting from people sitting in the stands to watch? We're not your trainers, brat, but you'd be foolish to ignore the tips we've given you.

[ If Beat had heard the name Jake right now it'd have prevented later confusion but alas, he's too busy trying not to doze off right there. Sighing hard, he raises his hand in a one finger salute to them both. ]

Fuck off, yo, I been goin' at this fer a while before you two started crawlin' up my ass wid yer remarks. An' I've been listenin'!

[ Surprise surprise, he actually has and he remembers, look at him remembering. ]

Short strikes, chin down, eyes up, fists higher, don' lock yer arm, don' forget yer footwork...

[ He interrupts himself with a surprisingly large yawn. Listen, he was telling the truth that using his abilities is super draining. If he tried to hit the dummy at this rate, he'd be knocked cold. ]

Hi, Hei. [ The words are chased with a deep swig, smug as ever in the knowledge that he'd guessed correctly. Not that it'd been exceptionally difficult. Not too many people here have stood out from the norm, which appears to be abnormality. ]

So, question.

What the hell are you gonna' do if you need to use that power of yours in a pinch and then you get attacked? Sleep through your death? Might as well practice it now instead of making your first time dealing with that shit your last.

(doesn't miss that smug look, intent on ignoring it. he'll admit that it was a good guess. is he that predictable now, or is jake just a sharp guy?

both, maybe.)

Let him die if he wants to. (comes the complaint against the rim of his bottle.) But he can't complain when it happens.

(... that's it, that's all he's got.)

[ Makes a noise that's very much PFT at both of them as they talk about him dying. ]

Been there, done that, dudes. Don' hurt so much as you might think. I mean, at first yeah, hella pain then you jus' go numb and it stops.

[ Stretches and stands again, working his muscles to keep them from stiffening. This is a different sort of body workout than he's used to, skateboarding puts a lot of emphasis on the core and legs. This is a lot of upper body. It's strange. ]

'Sides I can't jus' keep practicin' it yo, I gotta wait til tomorrow, I toldchu!

[ He does, however, turn back towards the dummy. All right, chin down, fists high, short strikes. He's not going to learn instantly and his form will be sloppy for a bit but he's determined to keep going. Not because of those two assholes, of course not! ]

[ Explain to me how you have those biceps from skateboarding. Explain it.

Jake snorts his obvious and predictable amusement as he works at the limited alcohol now in his possession, deciding that if this is somehow his own version of the afterlife and if he'd died after getting flung from an exploding helicopter -- not unlikely, honestly -- then it could be worse. ]

There you go, he's totally ready to die. I'd say I'll pour one out for you, kid, but this is a precious commodity.

And I meant fighting, not practicing your magical alcohol summoning. Keep it up!

(and hei, instead of considering afterlife, thinks this is one last illusion concocted by hell's gate. the very, very specific finale to what's been a miserable life. logically, he knows he won't be able to accept that theory for long... but it's fine right now. he'll indulge in this small, boring paradise.

drains the rest of the wine with a deep lean back, elbows up a step keeping him propped as he stretches out his legs.)

Ah, ready to die because he's already dead. (... jealous...) What came after? Was it nothing at all, or did you simply wind up here?

(PLEASE BE THE FORMER PLEASE I'M TIRED)

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[ Wait til he has his skateboard AND HE'LL SHOW YOU HOW his arms are buff af. It involves a lot of sweet flips.

Beat's all for ignoring them both, trying to find that zone he was in before Hei startled him, trying to keep the fight going. With the dummy, that is, though he forgot he was supposed to be learning to block. Oops. ]

Huh? Oh, nah dude, I'm alive now. I think. Unless we all died comin' here. I dunno if it like it everywhere, but in Shibuya we had kinda like... a really pissy "God" [ Yeah he pulls his hands up and away from fighting to make the quotes and everything ] throw a temper tantrum an' decide he was bored of the city and wanted to destroy it. So everyone who recently died got pulled into a Game of like, not only fightin' fer their souls but also the city. We won!

[ He emphasis the winning part by hitting the dummy a little too hard and it retaliates by knocking him back, but hey at least he blocked it and didn't land on his ass. ]

Edited 2018-12-02 16:57 (UTC)

PIPE WRENCH FIGHT [Open]

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