sometimes, he likes to push himself. just to see what he can do. to make sure he's staying sharp. normally, this has meant practicing kidō in the park, given that it's just about the only shinigami ability still remaining to him.
(and he's bad at it. he is so, so bad at it. kidō is all about precision over power, and wow, not his strongest point.)
the other, of course, is shunpo.
but ichigo — customarily a boundless font of reiatsu — still hasn't quite acclimated to the fact that his power is so significantly suppressed. usually his issue is having too much of it — to the point where it bleeds off of him in waves. it's not like he hasn't been exhausted, hasn't burned his reiatsu down to nothing, but he feels more like he did with the fullbringers now than he ever did as a shinigami.
maybe that's why he's just zipping merrily along the city many stories up in midair like a totally normal person when his reiatsu suddenly falters, and he
falls?
he falls.
several dozen meters. there may or may not have been a loud expletive involved.
happy birthday to the fucking ground, as it happens.
[It feels, at first, like a flicker in his awareness — perception diminished to a severity that doesn't allow him to track the movement until it blitzes across the sky, unavoidable. And then plummets straight down. Sasuke would think an animal or an act of nature, if not for that faint disruption to his senses: the flame of a candle caught in a strong headwind, imperceptible except for the palest guttering light.
He's on his feet before the impact. A leap off the rooftop of a building, and Sasuke lands at the outer rim of a decent crater in the concrete of a narrow alleyway.
... It would be reasonable to drop down and assess the damage, even if he's not a medic and has useless (nonexistent) bedside manner, as he can now see it's a person lying there, but — he doesn't know who he's dealing with yet.]
（ he's just sort of blinking up at the guy in bewilderment, more baffled than actually hurt.
well, okay. not entirely true. his pride's hurt. ）
Uh.
（ maybe that would be more astoundingly articulate if he was doing something other than laying in a crater of his own making.
ergo. gotta get up. he lurches to his knees, and then up to his feet like a gangly deer just learning to walk. dusts himself off, resulting in a wafting cloud of powdered concrete dust. his shihakushō is torn — he inspects the ripped fabric with an annoyed moue and then pats it flat. it's less actual damage and more a sign of his reduced reiatsu. ）
[Eyes linger on the torn clothing, not out of an actual recognition for its significance, but because it looks atypical to what he's seen most others wearing. If anything, it aligns better with his own culture. Sasuke steps back to give more room; it seems the stranger isn't hurt, which speaks to strength, even if still a murky judgment.]
I don't believe you. [you nailed nothing] Were you testing your abilities?
（ maybe if he just acts like that's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard it will... work? yeah. we're gonna go with that. it's a brilliant, genius plan, cannot possibly backfire, ever. ）
'Caught you'? [Flat, uncomprehending. It seems pointless to conceal some changed nature, when he's met others affected; it's not as though he has to be specific.] It's a decent idea. I noticed the limiting effects of this place as well, but I don't know the full extent yet.
[Dark, mismatched eyes turn down onto the crater... judgmentally.] You could use more practice.
it's my nationality. i'm from japan. i figured we speak the same language, and your name's pretty common there...
（ plus, whatever that spiritual energy that basically bleeds off him in dark, electric droves... it's familiar enough that he'd wondered — well, it doesn't matter what he wondered. only a handful of people here even know what japan is, and karakura hasn't rung any proverbial bells even for them. ）
anyway, doesn't matter. you know what i'm talking about.
the festival is a pretty big deal in my hometown. it's not like i'm going to recreate the whole three days here, but i figured i could take a paper lantern down to the park.
i made a few extra. if you wanted to come.
（ god is this how people make friends, actually???? he's literally never needed to worry about it before. people befriend him, not the other way around. with the sole exception of chad, who'd simply never protested ichigo manhandling his way into his life, he's never really had to... well, try. ）
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sometimes, he likes to push himself. just to see what he can do. to make sure he's staying sharp. normally, this has meant practicing kidō in the park, given that it's just about the only shinigami ability still remaining to him.
(and he's bad at it. he is so, so bad at it. kidō is all about precision over power, and wow, not his strongest point.)
the other, of course, is shunpo.
but ichigo — customarily a boundless font of reiatsu — still hasn't quite acclimated to the fact that his power is so significantly suppressed. usually his issue is having too much of it — to the point where it bleeds off of him in waves. it's not like he hasn't been exhausted, hasn't burned his reiatsu down to nothing, but he feels more like he did with the fullbringers now than he ever did as a shinigami.
maybe that's why he's just zipping merrily along the city many stories up in midair like a totally normal person when his reiatsu suddenly falters, and he
falls?
he falls.
several dozen meters. there may or may not have been a loud expletive involved.
happy birthday to the fucking ground, as it happens.
sorry about the sudden crater, sasuke. ）
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He's on his feet before the impact. A leap off the rooftop of a building, and Sasuke lands at the outer rim of a decent crater in the concrete of a narrow alleyway.
... It would be reasonable to drop down and assess the damage, even if he's not a medic and has useless (nonexistent) bedside manner, as he can now see it's a person lying there, but — he doesn't know who he's dealing with yet.]
What exactly were you trying to do?
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well, okay. not entirely true. his pride's hurt. ）
Uh.
（ maybe that would be more astoundingly articulate if he was doing something other than laying in a crater of his own making.
ergo. gotta get up. he lurches to his knees, and then up to his feet like a gangly deer just learning to walk. dusts himself off, resulting in a wafting cloud of powdered concrete dust. his shihakushō is torn — he inspects the ripped fabric with an annoyed moue and then pats it flat. it's less actual damage and more a sign of his reduced reiatsu. ）
Get to the supermarket?
（ #nailedit. ）
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I don't believe you. [you nailed nothing] Were you testing your abilities?
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Oh, yeah. Sure. You caught me.
（ maybe if he just acts like that's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard it will... work? yeah. we're gonna go with that. it's a brilliant, genius plan, cannot possibly backfire, ever. ）
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'Caught you'? [Flat, uncomprehending. It seems pointless to conceal some changed nature, when he's met others affected; it's not as though he has to be specific.] It's a decent idea. I noticed the limiting effects of this place as well, but I don't know the full extent yet.
[Dark, mismatched eyes turn down onto the crater... judgmentally.] You could use more practice.
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hey.
you're japanese, right?
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[Sorry for this can of worms.]
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can you read the kanji for my username?
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close enough.
do you know お盆? or celebrate it where you're from?
1/2
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（ plus, whatever that spiritual energy that basically bleeds off him in dark, electric droves... it's familiar enough that he'd wondered — well, it doesn't matter what he wondered. only a handful of people here even know what japan is, and karakura hasn't rung any proverbial bells even for them. ）
anyway, doesn't matter. you know what i'm talking about.
the festival is a pretty big deal in my hometown. it's not like i'm going to recreate the whole three days here, but i figured i could take a paper lantern down to the park.
i made a few extra. if you wanted to come.
（ god is this how people make friends, actually???? he's literally never needed to worry about it before. people befriend him, not the other way around. with the sole exception of chad, who'd simply never protested ichigo manhandling his way into his life, he's never really had to... well, try. ）