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@lupineguard
who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
keigo magami, absolutely the coolest guy you'll ever know
baby see trend, baby follow trend
could've been an olympic level figure skater. ended up a mental trainwreck
is it fantasy race circumstances or is it DID? hint: it's both
show him a croissant and he'll go absolutely feral, literally
his bite is worse than his bark
@lupineguard
"Mmmmmmmmmm, I know what you are!" Tae exclaims with glee in her voice. It's been such a long time since she's last taken a whiff of something so FAMILIAR, but there's no doubt about it. This was the scent of a Wolf-Human!
"They've grown extinct back home long ago!" Who knows if he was even from the same world as her.
"I'm Tae! What's your name?"
whoa. the concept of personal space? non-existent!
"huh?!" the sudden appearance of a way too cheerful girl way too closely to his proximity made keigo flinch. beside, hadn't he heard that kind of line from a movie somewhere? one that he'd tried watching some years ago to try get a bit more understanding of his own existence as a werewolf? tw*light or something like that.
"i'm, uh, keigo?" he reciprocrated without his family name, simply dragged in by the pace of this girl.
"uhm, do i know you?"
"My name's Badou," the info broker supplies with a nod. "And thanks, man. Appreciate you not letting me fall on my face and eat shit."
He really does-- his face is important to him-- he smokes with it.
He does one little leg lift- success!
a genuine albeit awkward smile fell upon his face. the gratitude felt real at least, and keigo always struggled with it when others honestly praised him. he wouldn't call the notion uncomfortable, simply... awkward.
"badou-san," he acknowledged. "i'm keigo. magami keigo. i-i hope you'll be able to find ice skating at least kinda fun...!" and then he skated away to hide the slight reddening of his faced caused by the social anxiety.
The cowboy lets that same slow smile crawl back across his face like a blade sliding free. “Brawler, huh? Fine.” He straightens, fingers mimicking the popping of knuckles. “If you wanna go that far, doggy, make sure you got somethin’ worth winnin’. I don’t bleed for practice.” He tilts his head, voice low and easy as gravel. “You throw the first punch, I’ll teach you how it feels to miss somethin’ important.”
"now yer talkin' my language. if ya gonna teach me anythin' better make sure it ain't just all big talk."
as he usually did before a fight, wolf ran both hands through his hair to push the annoyingly long bangs back so they wouldn't be in the way. it would be so much easier to just cut it, but he knew keigo preferred to be able to hide away behind it. beside, using hair as an excuse for weakness would be so lame. especially when his opponent's was longer. without missing a further beat, he threw a strong and precise clenched fist towards the stranger's left cheek.
Bun gone, mystery right in front of him, annoying ass also right in front of him--
"No, explain-- at least a little, now! Why were you one dude and now you're another? You ain't evena werewolf..."
For whatever reason that's what he's comparing this to???
"Or a Doctor Jekyll situation I guess. And yeah, yeah, we'll get to the cool spots, whatever."
"tch." clicking his tongue in annoyance, wolf spat at the ground before moving in closer and grabbing at badou's shirt to threaten him.
"ya deaf? i barely get to come out as it is, so i ain't gonna waste time talkin' about the annoyin' stuff. get. keigo. to. explain."
he withdrew his fist and started cracking his knuckles. it was mainly an act of intimidation, though. while wolf did enjoy aimless fighting, he preferred to beat up people who actually deserved it, or who were interesting because they were strong. not even someone as hotheaded as he was about to beat up a benefactor.
"werewolf's right. i'll give ya that much. done wastin' my time?"
There are different types that Hiccup has seen from razor whips , deadly nadders, hiddeous zipplebacks to monstrous nightmares and he's sure Keigo has some knowledge about the species about Bam but he's not going to pry .
"Toothless is a Night Fury species, he's the last of his kind." Hiccup comments. "From where I'm from there are many kinds of dragon species that aren't discovered yet." He says, thoughtfully. "So I'm interested what kind of a dragon Bam is."
That brightens the viking's face up. With all the mess he has seen, he really feels like it's time to spring clean and he's kind of a neat freak in a sense. "Great, we'll start on it tonight." Hiccup says cheerily.
"It will take days to complete but think you can help me clean up the room first? I noticed it hasn't been cleaned up for days."
yeah. none of this was making much sense even despite getting what he supposed was an explanation. still. the last of his kind, huh? now, that was more a subject keigo could relate to. he couldn't even remember his father who was supposed to be the only other werewolf around. and even then, his father's powers had apparently been so thin that even if he had been around, their experiences would still never be the same. that loneliness of resembling your peers, but being fundamentally different he could understand.
"must be hard..." the words came out in a tone much sadder than keigo had intended as he cast his glance on the dragon. then he returned to the viking. "like i said, i don't actually know much about dragons. ban is a witch familiar though. so if there's any dragons like that, then i guess she might be one of those?"
wait. was he being pulled into cleaning duty now? "eeh, i have to help...?" came the lackluster response. they were both guys, a bit of mess wasn't going to hurt anyone was it?
... wait. hadn't keigo put a lot of the stuff he wasn't immediately sure how to place into that perfectly vacant bedroom? told himself he'd get back to it later? and then forgotten all about it? that definietly couldn't be the case... right? "i... uhm... i'll help you with your room."
Badou obviously is doing this for the right things: a bet, and nothing romantic or shmoozy. This is manly, this is machismo!!
He's hanging on for dear life, by the way. White-knuckle grip and all.
"NO! Do I look like the kinda guy who does shit like that? Expensive shit?"
He does keep the knees bent, as shaky as those legs are.
guy had a point. he didn't look like someone who was particularly rich as much as keigo hated to judge him. but instead of actually replying, the teen let the awkward expression falling upon his lips speak for itself.
"anyway..." he cleared his throat. "try doing those leg lifts. get a feel of it. i'll just do a bit of practice as well, but, like, i'll make sure to keep an eye out. is that okay, uhm..." wait. he didn't even know the guy's name.
"Do not worry about messing up, it is just part of life isn't it?" He gives a soft laugh, and a warm smile "I know I've made my own amount of mistakes, and will still make them on my path." He can only hope his words remind the other that its perfectly okay to mess up.
"Yes," He gives a small nod towards the question of his name, "Pure Vanilla Cookie, but I find it easier to be called just Pure Vanilla here." Plus it could help and hide that he was a cookie, for at least a moment longer. Long enough for him to judge if someone new would attempt to hurt him.
"Though... I am rather curious about your witches?" Was the name the other said before a witches name? He can't help but be rather curious, but he doesn't want to ask outright in case the other is uncomfortable with answering.
well, the coockie was certainly right about that. keigo was no stranger to making mistakes already: some that were incredibly severe and he wished for all in the world he could undo. but he couldn't, and no amount of sulking was going to change that. beside, his worst mistakes had brought along some of his best experiences.
"my witches?" he repeated, slightly surprised. perhaps pure vanilla was okay with the topic as a whole, just not his own experiences? "honestly, i doubt the average person where i'm from would ever encounter one or even know they exist in real life. it's, like, totally something out of fiction."
how much should he divulge? it wasn't just someone else's business after all. but there was also the fear of rejection now that he had finally found someone he wanted to be friends with. "well..." he took a deep inhale. "not all witches are good witches. there are also bad witches out there, and i got involved with one of them, due to some circumstances. i'm absolutely indebted to nico -- she's the witch i mentioned -- for forgiving me despite everything i did to her and the danger i put her in."
That's just the pull on his trigger to spark fights. He leans back slightly, the corner of his mouth twitchin' like he's half amused, half offended ❛ Hah. That so? Gotta admit, doggy, you got a real poetic way with threats. ❜ tilts his hat up just enough to meet Keigo’s eyes ❛ But if you’re plannin’ on touchin’ this face, you best be ready to lose a hand. ❜
it was far too long since he'd last been out, so it was obvious that beating up some poor unsuspecting sod was the best way to warm up. get back in the game. he had absolutely judged this guy by his appearance, but hell, most of the time that did pay off.
"why thanks. but i've always been more of a brawler'n a poet. 'sides it wouldn't be any interesting if i ain't prepared to go at least that far, no?"
Badou, thinking this was just a repayment for a favor (more like saving his life) and getting to know a relatively new face, was not prepared for the new face of the new face.
He nearly chokes on his bun, squawking--
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
"ugh, so fucking loud." face folding into obvious annoyance, wolf stuck his pinkie into his ear canal in an attempt to block the sound. obviously more for appearance than effect. this was why he hated sudden transformations in front of people who didn't know.
"what a pain. get keigo to explain later. i'm wolf. so? you gonna show me any interesting spots?"
Pit looks over to the distant Sky Ohuis, a slight frown on his features. True, they're tough. Very tough if you don't have a reasonable weapon. If the angel was being honest with himself, he was nervous. He doesn't know those enemies, and he doesn't have his bow, his cannon or even the Power of Flight. "A pretty tough enemy, that's for sure. But, they could function like the one's on the ground!"
His eyes look over to the Sky Ohuis that flew around their destination. "The earth one had weak points. One on their head, chest and lower back. So, the sky ones need to have a weakness like that, too. It should be a blue-white color." At least, that's what he can assume. Who knows, there could be other factors ontop of that. Or worst case scenario, they don't have those. If they don't have any weaknesses, then they may have a dreadful time.
Best to not think about that possibility. "I'm Pit, by the way! Servant of the Goddess of Light!" The angel chirped happily.
how did this guy had so much time to not fall into a pit of despair and feel crushed under the weight of one's own incompetence when faced with true danger? had he seen those things? that was impossible no matter how you looked at it!
"keigo. magami keigo. uh... high school student?" every single part of this seemed so hopelessly surreal that he wouldn't be surprised if this turned out to be some weird lucid dream spurred on by whatever crappy retro game he had been indulged in the night prior. but unfortunately he was not going to be that lucky.
"blue-white..." although the self-proclaimed angel sounded pretty darned convinced in his information, keigo couldn't help the scepticism in his voice. dark eyes did indeed lay sight on areas that could fit such a description, but even if he could get close enough to get a strike in without any form of weapon, if pit was wrong, he wouldn't just be getting hurt here. but there wasn't exactly much time for contemplation either. the enemy was fast approaching.
"ugh... i really hope you're not wrong here..." bending his knees to be able to spring into action immediately, keigo flipped his wristband to reveal the crescent shape underneath. immediately his body started growing larger and more muscular. rougher hands ran upwards to push back the bangs of his now much lighter hair. a smirk fell on his face.
"so all i gotta do is punch 'em, yeah?"
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perhaps he'd got too complacent. perhaps the realisation that wolf hadn't been coming out had made him drop his guard. neglect to be careful not to let his other side out, as the need hadn't been there. it should have been obvious that it would only be a temporary relief, and yet, a single bite into the bun badou had offered him as "payment" for the whole ice skating incident left it with an uncannily perfect crescent shape.
he really needed to stop that. but the rush of the transformation had already begun, and keigo barely had a moment of consciousness left as he felt his entire being shift.
well. what a bother. transforming in front of others was always an issue when they hadn't been prepared. but hell if that was an issue he was intending to care about. keigo could deal with that shit later. this was his time, and about time at that. wolf cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders almost as if to feel whether his body was still up to par. there was definitely something going on. some form of limiter in place. probably related to what had prevented him to emerge in the first place.
"change of plans," he let badou know, golden eyes locked on the slightly shorter figure of the older male. he tossed the rest of the bun into his mouth. not that he was too familiar with the plans that had actually been made. only a vague inkling of their existence.
"i gotta let out some steam. beat up some punks. preferably someone with actual backbone, but i guess picking on weaklins ain't half bad either. you gonna show me where to go for a good brawl or what?"
It's known: the answer is no. He will not have skill. Very little of it.
Badou peers down at those offered hands, then takes them, grabs really, with a desperation of a man drowning.
And he just might choke here.
"The whole-- why the fuck?? HOW?? That's impossible..."
just as he had thought, that was the problem. way too many people when starting out looked down on how technically difficult it was to become good at skating. because it was popular as a date activity idea, probably. not that he'd ever end up doing for that reason, though. not whilst being so chronically single, at least.
"why?... well, it's what works best...?" why did this feel like it was going to be mission impossible?
"have you ever tried skiing? or roller skating? it's sort of the same idea. just hold on here like this. and then follow me to get a feel for it. one foot at a time. try to remember keeking your knees bend though!"
Whimpering slightly, he tries, slowly, to do as Keigo instructs. It's shaky, it's not confident, but he's balancing.
Mostly.
"Shit....okay, let's...okay," let's take the first little roll-- and at a snail's pace, too.
Knees bent, but his arms are out, hovering. Flying.
well. it certainly was a sight. not a pretty one, but everyone had to start somewhere. whether or not this guy could manage to have some semblance of the bare minimum of skil in time was unknown though. keigo could feel the worry tug at the corners of his lips as he worried for his own practice time. then he felt ridiculous as the thought entered -- hadn't he only intended to enter for fun too? why was he sounding all serious about this?
"... stop. we need to go back another step." this whole thing might be hopeless. reaching forth his hands, keigo offered to help the other off the middle of the ice and to the side instead. there was always the chance of being pulled along into a fall when supporting a beginner, but as long as this guy just followed along and didn't try anything funny, it'd be fine.
"i need you to hold onto the side and try just lifting your feet on the spot. this isn't like walking. you need the entire blade to hit the ice at once."
[ Luunstone Starter for @lupineguard ]
Okay.. One last push. One more fight. This time, the Luunstone created a path for them. The Cuzamil Clan will finally be reunited with the Ariduff Clan and they will finally get to live in peace, just like before. While the violet light had driven off the Ohuis, there's still danger. They can still be attacked in the air, dealt with vicious claws and beams. That's why he has to join them, to protect them from any attacks.
Nobody said it'd be easy. Especially when he has nothing but sharp sticks as a weapon. He may have even gotten some side glances from the Cuzamil Clan. But, hey! He's doing a pretty good job, all things considered! But, the Sky Ohuis.. Those prove to be a challenge. Not only does he have no weapons aside from a stick, he can't fly. So, he has to try extra hard to keep the clan safe! It's his duty as an angel, after all!
Pit spied someone in the distance, someone who looks to be getting ready for the fight as well. A human? So humans can end up on this island, too.. Pit walked up to him, giving Keigo a friendly smile. "Hey! You helping the Cuzamil Clan, too?"
keigo had never really considered himself to be much of a hero of justice. several of his friends far better suited such a moniker, but in comparison, he was a rather lackluster, mostly useless teenage boy with more self esteem issues than what was good for him. the problem was just that even if he believed himself to be unable to help much in a pinch, he had a good heart and struggled to look the other way when people were really in trouble.
that, however, didn't mean he could muster the will to mirror this person's (?) seemingly upbeat attitude in the face of danger.
"that was the plan, but..." sizing up the shape and aerial agility of the enemy he couldn't help but feel his words trail off. "how on earth are we supposed to fight against that?" he wanted to help. he really did. but wasn't this, like, totally impossible?
wolf is able to come out to play now, even though he doesn't have any of his actual powers available yet! for a starter specifically with wolf, please like this post!
ah, he knows that look all too well.
what an unfortunate tribulation it must be, to lack all common sense of the situation currently presented at hand. of course, he is used to others rarely thinking outside of their designated 'box.' if anything, the isles have been, for the most part in theory, a breath of fresh air when coming in contact with unknown. the flora and fauna come as a distinct first, with studies of their conception of space a solid match... that would leave the residents a harsh third on his list.
besides, if anaxagoras has ever been known for anything, it certainly wasn't his appeal to others. oh, how he wishes for nothing more in this moment to be deemed a madman. ignored in all sense of existence if only to once again be left alone to the intricacies of his private studies. hah! a danger, the other says. at the very least it does earn him a long pause, the door hanging open as if intending to slam-but it never does. rather, the scholar turns on his heels, arms raising to fold as his lone eye narrows upon the other. unhelpfully so, he laughs. as if truly a madman who has just been found guilty of a crime most heinous indeed.
❝ how amusing. if bringing light to the blessings of education are considered dangerous, i have no hope for this world. what was it they said again? ah, yes-a phantom apparition haunting the observatory. do they actually think that title is offensive? it is true, the real me is long gone. this body is merely a husk of my former glory and i would much rather remain dead in the eyes of others. no one troubles themselves with the dearly departed, after all. so why do you? ❞
the silence made keigo feel uncertain of his judgement for a moment, but then the resounded laughter of pure superior amusement took over. he could feel his hairs stand on end.
the suspicions were entirely unfounded. nothing in the guy's words or actions had been villainous. and yet, every single fibre in the young teen's being told him that this man would have no qualms about destroying everything keigo knew about the world, should he find it necessary.
it was scary.
disturbing, in an uncannily enticing way.
part of him wanted to understand what was going on in the mind of this entirely untelligible existence. perhaps it was some deeply rooted impulse of figuring out the unknown. when demystified, it was less scary.
"... for better or for worse this is my home now." even if he had no friends to make it worth it.
"if anything is going to be a threat to that, i'll do whatever i can to protect it." even if he was a weakling who could only rely on his other self to actually get anything done.
"i have to." even if it was purely some twisted desire for him to be able to acknowledge his own self worth.
