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phantasmalrift2018-05-16 01:44 pm
makejapangreat) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-05-16 01:44 pm
Who knows what’s right? The lines keep getting thinner
Who: Shido Masayoshi and whatever unfortunate soul decides to approach him (Open)
What: Shido is working himself to the bone via self-inflicted punishment
When: Early May (like 5/1 ~ 5/12 or thereabouts)
Where: Various
Warnings: Lots of badbrain stuff going on with Shido rn, including self-deprecation, possible thoughts of suicide
[Library]
[Off in the corner sits a man, pouring over a manner of books. The more the days go by, the more that energy and health is sapped from him. The bags under his eyes have been persistent since day one of arriving here, but the noticeable changes are that he does seem to be losing some weight, and perhaps becoming a bit pallid... Yet a fire burns behind his eyes as he reads at the library like clockwork, occasionally extending a hand, fingers tensing, trying to press themselves down on some invisible object. Very occasionally, if one just happens to be around at the right time of day, they might hear a singular "pop" of air in his direction. It's also possible, at times, to find him completely slumped over on the table he's at, asleep, often grunting and twitching in his sleep— it's clearly not very restful...
On a brighter now, later on in the week you might see a henohenomoheji drawn on the back of Shido's head? He doesn't seem to be aware of this...]
[Library - 5/7 (Closed to Izunia)]
[There's more than just a pop today. Today? There's an outright crackle and snap of electricity.
Followed by an agonized yell and the clatter of a chair.
Shido lays on the floor, breathing heavily, one arm desperately clutching at the other that spasms from the surge of electricity that had torn through it. And then something peculiar happens.
Shido laughs. An unsteady sort of laugh, but nevertheless.
Maybe he electrocuted himself so badly he fried his brain...]
[Outside]
[If you get extra lucky, you might catch Shido outside. Particularly, the spot he chooses to go is north, to the top of the Skyclimb Cliffs, where he looks out to the ocean. It seems, well... somewhat of a precarious place for someone to be, really. He seems to be awfully close to the edge at times, no sign of fear or wariness in his body. You might catch him looking down, as if considering something, but for the most part? His gaze remains on the endless blue.
And then, after about thirty minutes of this, he'll quietly turn and head back.]
What: Shido is working himself to the bone via self-inflicted punishment
When: Early May (like 5/1 ~ 5/12 or thereabouts)
Where: Various
Warnings: Lots of badbrain stuff going on with Shido rn, including self-deprecation, possible thoughts of suicide
[Library]
[Off in the corner sits a man, pouring over a manner of books. The more the days go by, the more that energy and health is sapped from him. The bags under his eyes have been persistent since day one of arriving here, but the noticeable changes are that he does seem to be losing some weight, and perhaps becoming a bit pallid... Yet a fire burns behind his eyes as he reads at the library like clockwork, occasionally extending a hand, fingers tensing, trying to press themselves down on some invisible object. Very occasionally, if one just happens to be around at the right time of day, they might hear a singular "pop" of air in his direction. It's also possible, at times, to find him completely slumped over on the table he's at, asleep, often grunting and twitching in his sleep— it's clearly not very restful...
On a brighter now, later on in the week you might see a henohenomoheji drawn on the back of Shido's head? He doesn't seem to be aware of this...]
[Library - 5/7 (Closed to Izunia)]
[There's more than just a pop today. Today? There's an outright crackle and snap of electricity.
Followed by an agonized yell and the clatter of a chair.
Shido lays on the floor, breathing heavily, one arm desperately clutching at the other that spasms from the surge of electricity that had torn through it. And then something peculiar happens.
Shido laughs. An unsteady sort of laugh, but nevertheless.
Maybe he electrocuted himself so badly he fried his brain...]
[Outside]
[If you get extra lucky, you might catch Shido outside. Particularly, the spot he chooses to go is north, to the top of the Skyclimb Cliffs, where he looks out to the ocean. It seems, well... somewhat of a precarious place for someone to be, really. He seems to be awfully close to the edge at times, no sign of fear or wariness in his body. You might catch him looking down, as if considering something, but for the most part? His gaze remains on the endless blue.
And then, after about thirty minutes of this, he'll quietly turn and head back.]
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... thank you.
[He pulls himself back up and sits in the chair once more. He takes a deep breath, already... attempting it again.
But there's not even a small pop of static in his hand.]
What... but I just—! [why has he been betrayed by magic like this]
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You probably used up all of whatever power you managed to build up with the last one. Don't get discouraged; take a break and let the energy recover a bit. Have some lunch, or some such.
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... then I'll work on something else.
[shido . . .]
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You know, it's actually more effective to study in short spurts than to push yourself continuously. In the same way it's better to train your muscles a little every day instead of overworking them.
[And he's just. Going to take the seat on the other side of the table.]
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[He reaches for another book on his table and begins leafing through it.]
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And who does working like that help?
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hey
you stop that.]
... no one.
[Eyeing... that food. Slowly. Frowning.]
I have a feeling you're doing this on purpose.
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[Cheerful smile! And setting a can of soda on the table, followed by a small platter of cheese and veggies. Monch.]
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[So much sarcasm. His stomach growls. Fuck.]
Ugh, fine.
[He closes the book shut and pushes his chair away from the table to get up. There!!!]
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[You don't actually have to leave your Zone, he just wants to make sure you eat.]
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... I wasn't aware you were planning to share.
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In between bites:] Produce? ... do you just carry food around with that magic of yours?
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[He waves a hand and calls a plate to it, stacked with egg and tomato sandwiches. They're not quite the level of fancy that leads to being finger sandwiches with little toothpicks in them, but it's a near thing. There's probably enough for four or five people, cut into triangular halves and stacked up.
Once he's set the plate down, Izunia also calls up a bottle of some sort of hot sauce and sets it to the side, then adds a pair of smaller plates, one for each of them.]
There's not much of a limit to what I can carry - if for some reason I had to pack up from here in a panic, the only thing I couldn't put in there is my cat.
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["Absurdly" because wtf??? The only things he can't carry are live animals? He'll be taking some of the sandwiches, too, but he doesn't go for the sauce.]
How does it work, exactly?
WOW i thought i hit send on this
[He takes one of the sandwiches, opens it long enough to slather some sauce on it, and chews and swallows a bite before continuing.]
Far as well can tell, it converts matter into light and back again.
i thought you abandoned me :'(
And then... what, you simply think of what you want to draw it back out?
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Essentially, yes. It does require a decent memory for what you put in in the first place, which is I suppose the one drawback.
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... this food's quite good. Thank you. [It's.. a little formal and stiff, but well-meaning at least?]
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I'm not an expert, but I'm a reasonably experienced cook. Thank you.
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