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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.]

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.]

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[All of that effort. He just lets that sit without explanation, accepting the kunai back with a quiet thank you as he looks to it. His hand finds the same grip again in just a moment of shifting, since he's memorized it so thoroughly, and then he looks back to the tree.]

I've heard from someone who was on that spaceship with me that while most people here can find a way home through that portal. That "direct path" I mentioned, you know? But since we felt "displaced" on that spaceship, the first place they believe we'd return to is there, rather than our own homes.

I'd rather not go back, since I almost died a couple of times, and at the end there were a handful of people who I was certain were going to form a mob at me. Even Uchiha-kun questioned me, after all.

[He's really taking his time winding up for this throw because he was so dissatisfied with the last one. He needs to think it through in his head first.]

... firstly, you shouldn't say "even". I'm a critical, suspicious, and unkind person. You shouldn't allow the fact that I was questioning you to discourage you. [ Yeah. This is helpful, surely. Let him just move on to the next topic. ]

If this place works based upon mental perceptions of dissatisfaction, then you have more power than you're giving yourself credit for.

Think about your real home as often as you can. Think about your place there, and how you belong. You could alter the place that you return to after all. [ Taking his own advice sounds impossible. ]

I have to spell things like this out to you, don't I? I said "even" because despite those truths you just said, Uchiha-kun was one of my closest chances at having a friend.

[He knows it is sad that that's so, and so he thinks he can stop there and have that be self-explanatory. He throws the kunai, and even with another jump in improvement, there's not even a bit of satisfaction still.]

Hearing your words now sounds like "just keep hoping and wait around," you know? Even if I know that's all I should physically do, that's not what I want to do. I'd like to find a way to be more proactive in all of this.

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