[ open (& some closed) ]

[finethanks]

who: Eichi & OPEN, Eichi & Líadan (closed), Eichi & Gladiolus (closed)
what: Open log prompt, and then some closed threads for catch-all purposes!
when: Early May (any date)
where: Various
warnings: None

(OPEN) Throwing Knives

[For as much as Eichi wanted to continue his life like normal, singing and performing and growing just like that, he knew that things would never be the same here as they were back home. There was too much that was different here, and rather than sit in his apartment and let everyone else do everything, he wanted to be able to go out and see things for himself. He wanted to know what was going on.

That's why he'd agreed to training in the first place, and that had only led to embarrassment and hospitalization. His body wasn't made for this. So how was he supposed to do anything? That shame led him to the river now, to a quiet spot where he thinks no one would bother coming. Swiping at air only makes him tired, and so he's carved out a little target in a tree and is taking his time throwing his daggers at it.

Surprisingly, a fair amount of them do hit their mark, but they slide uselessly against the tree rather than sticking in like he was hoping. He's so lost in this, and he's not made for fighting at all, so if anyone comes to close, they might find a dagger flying past them and towards his marked tree before he calls out in surprised worry. Either that, or he's busy picking up the few of them from the tree and footsteps make him fumble and knick his own finger.]

(OPEN) General

[Eichi is a performer at 4 different night clubs, and also frequently tries to get out and do anything he can, so he can be found just about anywhere! Feel free to make up any scenario with running into him at his work or on the street, or message me at nipponpon or zlos#3826 on discord to plot something! I can always make us a personalized starter, too. c:]

Closed to Líadan

[Finally, they were able to get out and do something. There had been the show the night before, and Eichi was certainly excited to see his friend there and supporting him, but this was entirely different. He could relax and do something he wasn't used to himself. This was the sort of fun he enjoyed, casually looking through shops and recommending things for each other, and experiencing this sort of "normal" life.

It's why he's so pleased when he pushes a whole formed outfit at Líadan, gesturing towards the dressing rooms with his free hand.]

We'll take turns, just like this, okay? Try these on, since this sort of thing seems like it would suit Líadan-chan completely.

Closed to Gladiolus

[That festival was still going on. Eichi had gone to it already, seen all there was to see, and now he didn't even want to go out for very long, worried that the lanterns would remind him of how separated he was from everyone else. Things were entirely different, and as casual as he wanted to be about death, he was still worried about his own.

These thoughts have him pacing his room a couple of times before he settles to lean against the wall shared with Gladio, considering for a moment. His neighbor was home enough during this hour, for one reason or another. Eichi wasn't actually sure— had he gone to that festival at all? Maybe he shouldn't bother him. Maybe he should stay on his own and find something to do...

But he really can't stand that thought, right now, so instead, he knocks a few times against the wall his back is leaning against, waiting for a reply.]

Comments

anyway,

[heavyhead]

[Having a roommate is convenient in a lot of ways and inconvenient in so many more. Mostly, one would think that being in a small space with another person for a lot of time would make one... less inclined to indulge in their annoying habits, but Noctis never got this memo. His annoying habits got hella indulged in when he was stuck in a tent with three other dudes, so in a spacious room with only one dude?

Abandon hope all ye who enter here.

He isn't so bad, not yet - right now he's lazy with his laundry and naps too much, and when he's not napping he's playing the same goddamn mobile game on his phone at top volume. All the time. The repetitive beeping of combat sounds and tinny music would be enough, but Noctis likes to spice it up, or rather, doesn't pay any mind to whatever Eichi is doing on his side of the room at all.

This means, of course, that every so often something super great will happen in his stupid game, and he'll half-sit up to wave his fist in the air and shout "YES" without warning. He is truly a gift.]

[finethanks]

[At first, Eichi thought it might be exciting, fun and new to have a roommate. An only child in a mansion full of servants, his parents always too busy for him, dealing with their company or death in the family, he was of course a lonely child. Even high school had been a struggle to get friends, and his actions hadn't helped much with that until recently.

But his dreams were broken the moment Noct left his first bottle out without throwing it into the trashcan literally a foot away. What started as a minor annoyance was quickly and rapidly growing into something a lot more bothersome, and Eichi wasn't about to sit around and let it get to the point where he'd go insane.

That latest shout interrupts him practicing his newest routine, and as he stumbles his steps and turns around to stare at the reason for his mess up, he knows he won't be noticed at all, like this. Without his status to back him up here, his warning stares won't scare anyone.

So, still in his practice clothes, he abandons his practice for now and moves over to Noct's location, hands on his hips as he stares down at him.]

Since I've begun practicing, you've shouted like that six times, you know. [He hasn't been practicing all that long.] Have you been playing the same game?

[heavyhead]

[To Noctis' sort of credit, he's not so far gone that he didn't know Eichi was in the room. He knew. He also assumed Eichi would have given him shit sooner if he cared that much, so he hasn't looked up to see any passive-aggressive looks while he's slouched on his bed playing his dumb game.

But he looks up now. Nice outfit? Weird as usual.]

Sorry, but I really needed this drop item. [He holds up his phone when he says this, like Eichi cares.] I'll be good now.

[finethanks]

[It's his most casual outfit! Ah, but he doesn't buy this excuse at all. How many drop items was he going to need, to be yelling like this all the time? Eichi decides to help himself to sitting at the edge of the bed and peering over at his phone.]

What type of game are you playing? You're as excited as you had been while fishing. Is it an RPG?

[heavyhead]

[He needs all the drop items... He's blessed that this game still works, a dimension away from its servers, but he'll accept his blessing without questioning it because check out these drops.

Eichi sitting on his bed is going to make him have to sit up in a minute, isn't it? He's not sitting up yet, so good luck understanding his dumb game from this angle. He'll just keep beeping while he poorly explains.]

Yeah. [great] It's called King's Knight, and I'm finally a decent level with this character— [beep boop hang on, killing monsters, he's distracted.]

Closed!

[leatherdaddy]

[ Gladiolus tried to avoid it, but it's not as if he's going to stay cooped up in his apartment for the duration of the festival. For one, he's got a job, and for another? Shit to do, people to see. How else is he going to run into his friends if he doesn't go out?

As luck would have it, though, Gladio is keeping to himself - laying on his side with a book spread out on the covers. He hears the light knock on the wall, but doesn't look up. Turns a page on his way to knocking a reply. ]

Ou. You're back early.

[ His voice carries, muffled only slightly by those thin walls. ]

[finethanks]

[So he is there.

It's something of a relief, and Eichi moves his back off of the wall so he can face it properly. Gladio's voice always seems to carry without a problem, but he's so soft-spoken himself that if he doesn't face it, he won't be heard properly.]

I grew a little bored of everything out there. [Bored isn't the right word, but he uses it anyway.] Say, Gladio-kun, are you busy?

[leatherdaddy]

[ Hm, maybe Eichi hasn't really lost anyone. Or, like himself, doesn't really want to share his story with everyone else, feels a little awkward when a hot drink is pushed into his hands or some gift to share with friends he might not ever see again. It's awkward as all hell.

Gladio will have to deal with it at some point, just... not tonight, okay? ]

...Yeah, I know what you mean. [ Boring is one way to put it. Gladio absently scratches his nose. ]

Not really. [ Reading is nice but -- ] You wanna do something?

[finethanks]

[Thank god Gladio asks first. He feels a little stupid, feeling this lonely and having this strong desire to stomp it out immediately. It's all too familiar of a feeling, and his new roommate seems to have disappeared for the moment and left only his trash in his wake.

So, it feels extra quiet. That festival doesn't help, either.]

I have an idea. ♪ If you put a shirt on, we can go to karaoke. [He's just assuming he's shirtless over there.]

1/3

[leatherdaddy]

[ Hey, you know, karaoke isn't a bad idea. Grab some brews, a booth designed to provide a comfortable space where you and some friends can embarrass or impress for a good time. It's... been a while. Sounds like a great distraction, actually - chase away the blues with something like that?

Count him in. ]

2/3

[leatherdaddy]

[ ...wait ]

3/3

[leatherdaddy]

Is there a hole in this wall I'm not seein'?

[ Gladio sits up, staring at the wall with suspicion. JUST HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?!? ]

[eyeforaneye]

[ Sasuke's own "training" here has barely resembled what it might've when he was a child and still learning. No, his time in the quarantine has been devoted to working and gathering as much information as possible, two goals that unfortunately rely far too heavily on social interaction.

Not his forte.

And thus a unique sense of exhaustion is cured by time spent alone, often finding his solitude by the river either in meditation or exercise that his body truly doesn't require. A boon, too, since his favorite spot is generally abandoned by the time he gets off work... except for today. Sasuke barely even looks when a knife whizzes less than expertly at his head, single hand swiping it from the air in one smooth motion. ]

... Tenshouin Eichi.

[finethanks]

[Of course. Of course, the one moment he's trying to be alone and let no one see this, someone has to show up. Not just someone, but Sasuke?? Hadn't he seen enough of his struggles? Eichi looks undeniably startled, his hands hovering in the air until Sasuke has caught the weapon without injury. Then, both hands lower, and he has to consciously think about how to speak without embarrassing himself further. Ugh, he feels like he's back in his second year of high school.]

Uchiha-kun. [Fancy meeting you here...] Appearing from the shadows like that, you really are a ninja, aren't you? My hand slipped, you see, and I had no idea you would be there...

[His hand didn't slip he's just growing worse and worse at throwing these things. It's not a performance now, but a desperate attempt to be less useless, and it's not working at all.]

[eyeforaneye]

[ His first instinct is to question why he would even bother to lie about being a ninja in the first place. That reflex is quelled, however, as he instead turns his head to view the abused target and then to set his gaze on Eichi himself. These long pauses are even more stressful than his words, honestly. ]

... it's more than a hand slip. I wouldn't worry about that.

You're just pretty terrible at this.

[finethanks]

[He's so frustrated and unused to handling this. He doesn't have his status to back him up or anything else, so what is he supposed to do? Walk over to Sasuke in an attempt to grab that knife back, it seems.]

Hearing you say that so matter-of-factly somehow irritates me a little. There's a reason I'm so far from everyone else, you know. [Trying to say "you're pissing me off" politely...]

[eyeforaneye]

[ Sasuke watches him approach before now choosing to examine the knife, taking his sweet time with it. ]

This is poorly weighted. That won't do you any favors. [ Don't wait for an apology; it is clear one isn't coming. ]

knife throwing with the weird uncles;

[flowlikewater]

[ The itinerary for the day is blessedly mundane, so Genji and his brother were on their way to do some shopping when they begin to pass by Eichi's spot near the river. As they get closer and the form of the person is clearer, Genji recognizes him. The boy with an illness from the festival? What is he doing out here, he wonders? He's about to call out when he sees him, in an obviously untrained form, fling a knife at the nearby tree. And miss entirely.

Now thankfully Genji is the resident speedy cyborg ninja, so he zooms to meet the blade and catches it easily between two fingers. He tilts his head a bit, putting his free hand on his hip. ] Eichi-kun?

[ It's not harsh or anything, a genuine question. ]

[kuyamu]

[ it's not all that new for Hanzo to see Genji suddenly dash forward, even if the speed with which he moves is more than it once was, so he doesn't startle over Genji snatching the knife out of the air. (a bit showy, he thinks, but that's Genji.) instead, he takes in the rest of the picture; the knives scattered around the tree, most of them clearly having gone in the right direction but not sticking.

Hanzo moves as if to pick one of them up, and then stops suddenly — realises that he can't. still can't bring himself to touch a blade. he turns to Eichi instead and folds his arms. ]

It is pointless to practise accuracy without the correct amount of force.

[ if kids are going to be out here throwing weapons around, they should at least be doing it properly. ]

[finethanks]

Ah—

[But Genji catches that knife before he can even warn for it, and Eichi's hand drops almost defeated. He's so fast... Incredible. That questioning call of his name may not be scolding, but he still feels ashamed for his reasons for being here. That, and Hanzo's follow up words have him wanting to let his shoulders sink lower.

But that wouldn't be fitting for an Emperor, would it? He has to keep his chin up, his back straight, his shoulders back. So he does, even if his eyes look a little more hesitant.]

It's Genji-san and Hanzo-san. [Both at once, the full package...] Sorry. I hadn't meant to aim it anywhere near the two of you. I had no idea you were coming this way at all, so I suppose I was a little lost in thought...

[flowlikewater]

[ It's the Super Shimada Brothers, here to do what They Must.

Genji gives his brother a little look before heading over to Eichi. He offers the blade back to him hilt first, shaking his head. ] No need to apologize, it was an accident. Have you been at this a while?

[ The scene certainly paints an interesting picture. A young man who for all intents and purposes seems to be a performer, trying to throw knives? Interesting, if a little concerning. ]

Knife throwing

[megabond]

[While he usually at Riverview University for his Pokemon research and night classes, Professor Sycamore tends to go to the river not only to take a break from his workload but also to check on the wild Pokemon living there as well with the forest nearby.

For today, however, he notices a young man picking up some knives near a tree with a target carved out at the tree trunk. But when he tried to approach him, he sees that he fumbles and accidentally cut one of his fingers from the knives. Now worried about this, he runs up to him to aid him.]

Are you all right?

[finethanks]

Ah... I wasn't expecting anyone to come this way.

[Woops, his bad. He's dropped the knife thanks to this little fumble, and a few of his fingers are covered in blood. It looks worse than it is— just a little gash that was hit in just the right place to get a lot of blood. It'll heal up in just a few days. Still, he should probably deal with this right away, just in case his other health issues take a problem with it.]

It doesn't hurt at all. [It's unclear if he means that or not.] Would you happen to have any bandages on you?

[megabond]

[Judging by his wound, he doubts that he's alright. Thankfully, he did bring a first-aid kit with him since there might be a chance for a monster attack as he took out some bandages to wrap it around his wound.]

There we go. I suggest you should wait until it's stopped bleeding.

By the way, what are you doing here anyway?

[finethanks]

[He watches as this stranger helps him with this, and once it's bandaged up, he wiggles his fingers.]

Thank you. ♪ [This works. Ah, but the question gets him to lift his chin again, and he smiles politely even if he's still frustrated with his situation.] I've been trying for quite some time to perfect throwing knives to defend myself, but it's extremely difficult to pick up for someone like me.