article: auxiliary;

— auxiliary to the law. — this is a (young) dick gumshoe closed RP blog exclusively affiliated with astringoffates.

[paletrenchcoat]

unwelcome contention (closed)

[laprofezia]

He may or may not have had a habit of visiting Connor’s classroom uninvited. Usually, it was during the day, during his free periods and sometimes even during his own classes. However this time it seemed he had made a mistake. Since, you know, Connor wasn’t there at all. And Ezio didn’t exactly frequent the classroom as to say hi to Connor’s portrait of George Washington. Although, if George wanted to hang out, who was he to say no, really.

But portraits didn’t talk so instead of kicking it with Georgie, Ezio sat at Connor’s desk, wondering exactly what he should do. Maybe he would just wait for him to return because the way things worked he would leave and then Connor would be here. So, waiting was clearly the only thing he could do.

Or it was, until his private thought session was interrupted by a new potential source of entertainment. Ezio turned around, desperately wishing he had a swivel chair because that would be much cooler. It seemed a student of Connor’s had decided to visit him after hours. Aha. It almost sounded like the start of a bad romance novel. Now, he was most definitely interested. A grin spread over his face and if this student knew him, he would have known this was bad news.

"Ah, I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze."

He said, as if that explained everything.

"Connor is… out at the moment. What exactly do you need from him? I may be able to help you in his place."

[paletrenchcoat]

Gumshoe... had not planned on his teacher not being there. In fact he hadn't planned on practically anything not going according to the original plan. This was, to say the least, a bit of a shock to him. He just wanted to see Mr. Kenway and give him his gift... Wait. He was blushing, he realized. How long had he been blushing over the mere thoughts of his teacher?

He panicked internally, trying to cover his face discreetly with his hand and by sinking into his trenchcoat collar, but it was no use. He'd been rosy-cheeked the entire trip up to stepping into the classroom, and he hadn't noticed it until now. Trying to quash the redness in his cheeks, he could only hope this stranger had not put two and two together...

The stranger spoke his name, and what a name it was. Ezio Auditore da Firenze? It sounded almost pretentiously fancy. Where was this guy from? "Uh. I'm Dick... Dick Gumshoe... I was... I wanted to give Con- Mr. Kenway something," he stuttered, absentmindedly tightening the grip on the knot in his other hand. The obvious question came to mind, and Gumshoe thought to ask: "If... If he isn't here, then why are you...?"

[paletrenchcoat]

unwelcome contention (closed)

The pamphlets for Tancho bragged of a beautiful oceanside scenery and stunning sunrises and sunsets, and Dick Gumshoe couldn't agree more as he walked out onto the premises of Tancho Academy, the buildings bathed in an orange-gold glow. It was late afternoon, a very, as Dick put it, 'romantic' hour—and Dick had marked this afternoon in advance as the perfect date to give his U.S. History and Practical Survival teacher Mr. Kenway that gift he'd found during class.

Just a few days ago, while out in the trees during Practical Survival, he had happened upon a rather attractive small knot in a tree and had used the carving skills he'd learned in the course to remove it. Today was the day the weather forecast said would be the best in the upcoming week; partly cloudy, low humidity, a gentle breeze. Everything was perfect. Perfect! Gumshoe thought to himself, almost out loud, as he walked down the hallways to the room of his (not-so-) secret teacher crush. The door was wide open, and, excitedly, he turned into the classroom, belting out the carefully-worded verses he'd recited over and over to himself:

"Excuse me, Mr. Kenway, sir, I found something in our class the other day and I thought you might-"

He stopped. The enthusiasm and jubilation on the junior's face quickly faded as he took note of the unfamiliar figure sitting at the teacher's desk. HIS teacher's teacher's desk, in fact. Mr. Kenway was not here. Gumshoe took one more look around the classroom—No, Connor Kenway was not anywhere to be seen. So then, who was hooded figure reclined in his chair...?

"Um. P-Pardon me, but... Who are you? And... Where is Mr. Kenway?"

[anxiouspitcher]

+paletrenchcoat (closed)

[anxiouspitcher]

No immediate reply came from Gumshoe and Mihashi panicked. Ah. Room was too vague? Probably. He tried to fashion another answer in his mind but now that he’d said room, it was all that would bounce around in his head. He thought of his bed and his clothes, books that he had, but no words that would actually help the situation came to him so he looked around frantically again and bounced in place. He just couldn’t say still. 

Then Dick said it- Dorms. Yes! He perked up and nodded quickly. 

Now that the word had been found, other words flooded to him.

"Dorms! I was trying to find… and I got lost so I… I wanted to ask…" 

[paletrenchcoat]

The dormitories! That made a lot of sense. Okay, Dick could handle this!

"The dorms, huh? They should be..." Dick looked around at the buildings bathed in the orange glow of sunset. For some reason, an ominous feeling seemed to come over him, but he dispelled it without much thought. After all, he knew the route to the dorms... didn't he? "Ah... They should be this way, pal! I'm heading there too, so we can go together."

Dick began to walk in the direction he had pointed to, signaling Mihashi to do the same. "You were in drama this afternoon too, right? Do you remember me? The name's Dick Gumshoe!"

[anxiouspitcher]

+paletrenchcoat (closed)

[anxiouspitcher]

Another loud strand of words poured from his upperclassman’s mouth and Mihashi shrunk down. Loudness was bad and regardless of what was being said, loud voices translated to anger and shook up Mihashi’s ability to speak. He shrunk down slightly, wondering if Dick was irritated with him for being lost? The smile usually would suggest otherwise. 

A beat of silence passed and then he continued in a softer voice, which was a great relief to Mihashi. He could actually process what was being said to him. He sort of jumped again with the apology, unused to actually being apologized to, but he couldn’t think of a way to properly acknowledge it and instead watched him until the topic of being lost came up again. Right! He was lost. He looked around quickly and then looked down.

"R-" Okay, that was the start of a word. He thought of the dorms and tried turn that image into language. "Ro- Room!" 

[paletrenchcoat]

...Room!

Room.

...Room??

It began to dawn on Gumshoe that he had never actually interacted with this particular classmate before, and was therefore not actually... prepared... for such a vague response.

There was a several-second period of cold silence between the two. A sudden breeze blew by and reminded Dick that he was still standing face-to-face with the freshman, and furthermore, that he wasn't going to get anything else out of him. What was... What was he going to do?? How was he going to help this kid?! "Room" could mean anything, anyplace, there were tons of rooms on the campus and...

...Actually, wait. It was late evening, right? If anything, this kid should have been heading to bed, so maybe..

"Do you... Do you mean the dorms? Are you trying to get to the dorms?"

[anxiouspitcher]

+paletrenchcoat (closed)

[anxiouspitcher]

The attempt to plan a script in his head had taken his attention away from actually seeking help. Mihashi looked at the ground, repeating what he’d already come up with in his head. The dorms. He got lost and was looking for the dorms. That’s all he had to say, that he was lost and looking for the dorms. Should he include that he was from the school? Maybe that would be a good idea…

Fully caught up in these thoughts, he failed to notice Dick approaching. Suddenly Dick’s existence was forced upon him as he let out a particularly loud greeting, and Mihashi jumped straight upwards and stiffened. 

Having been caught up in his thoughts about being lost, he automatically echoed the last words he heard, which were, coincidentally,

"L- LOST!" 

He put his hand over his rapidly thumping heart when his body returned to planet earth and leaned over slightly, breathing heavily. Blinking the startled tears from his eyes, he looked up at Dick, trembling slightly. Uh. Uhhhh. Okay. Script lost. 

[paletrenchcoat]

Usually, after someone had replied to him, Dick would realize his loudness and return to a normal tone of voice and demeanor. Unfortunately, however, Mihashi's response echoed Dick's outburst in volume, failing to return the student to his senses.

"AH, SO YOU'RE LOST, HUH? WHATCHA LOOKIN' FOR? MAYBE I CAN HELP—"

It was at this point that Dick finally came to a realization, on his own, that he was screaming at a lost first-year. Not only that, but he was attracting attention, and a few people had even stopped to watch the debacle unfold. He paused in embarrassment and could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks.

"... Uh... Um." He hesitated for a moment; he likely just scared this freshman half to death and should probably apologize. "... Sorry about that, pal. Didn't uh, realize how loud I was being..."

He scratched the back of his head, a signature trait of his. It was a petty apology at best, but maybe he could make up for it by giving the kid directions? "...... Um, So! You say yer uh, lost? Whatcha lookin' for?"

[anxiouspitcher]

+paletrenchcoat (closed)

Hopelessly lost. That’s what Mihashi was. He hadn’t been going to Tancho Academy long, but he had been going long enough that he shouldn’t have been able to forget where the dorms were. Somehow he managed just that. He’d been searching for about an hour now and he still hadn’t found his way back. 

He was beginning to panic. Well, he’d panicked the minute he realized he didn’t know where the dorms were and hadn’t calmed down since, but he was getting sincerely concerned now. A few students had passed him by- he was still on the campus and all- but he failed to ask them for help. He’d simply faltered in place and stuttered, not attracting their attention.

Now he paced and tried to find the words necessary to ask the help of the next person he saw, eyes flickering around to catch anything that might clue him in to the location of the elusive dorms. 

[paletrenchcoat]

Dick had had quite the schedule this afternoon—chorus and then drama, one right after the other. After only a couple classes of chorus he'd detected a pattern: the course always threw off his sense of volume after an hour of loud harmonizing ("ENUNCIATE!!" Red would always bellow from the front of class). But was worse about today was about how, in drama class, their preparations for a musical had led them to even more voice warm-ups and practice.

And thus, when he thought to help his shy, nervous classmate from drama looking around helplessly and in obvious distress, the stage was set for a disaster.

"HEY, PAL!! YA LOST?!"

[caligaried-deactivated20160911]

refuge [open to practical survival students]

[caligaried-deactivated20160911]

Dick Gumshoe hadn’t been one of the most inherently talented of his students: but his heart was in the right place, he had a good and solid work ethic and was never one to forfeit. He was a student who Connor undoubtedly respected, regardless of his slipups and mistakes, and was proud of in his own sense. 

He’s not sure what to expect, but regardless, he knows he’ll eventually be successful. 

"Have you found your foothold? Look for a gnarl, knot, bark hole, any of the following will do. Steadiness is key."

Dick’s form and posture were…awkward. Five seconds in, and Connor can see very clearly that this is not going to go well.

"Dick—wait!"

And then he falls, and Connor immediately rushes to his side. He lifts him up, sitting him against the base of the tree before he gradually helps him to his knees.

"There is no need to apologize. Are you alright? We will try again once you are ready."

[paletrenchcoat]

The downcast and embarrassed student hadn't a chance to even nod and get back up carefully before he felt something creeping out of the pocket of the inside of his coat—

N-No... Not here...! Dick thought to himself, in a panic, as disaster began to strike. The root cause for this gaffe was self-indulgence at best; Dick had just wanted the little guy to get some fresh air and exercise and maybe a glimpse of what the view was like above the trees. But he wasn't planning on him getting out before he'd even climbed the—!

His coat rustled. Audibly.

The entire class, Connor included, watched the rustling continue as Dick, blushing anxiously, struggled with sealing the never-used buttons on his trenchcoat, from the bottom up, until just as the last button was about to be sealed, when...

"Arf!"

A small puppy's head emerged from the collar. Dick shouted a bit in surprise, falling backwards onto the ground. Defeated, Dick lay there highly embarrassed as the pup wiggled himself free and stood atop the student's body, wagging his tail and licking Dick's face. "Uh... I... I..." he stuttered hopelessly. There weren't any words for the event that was transpiring before them. He couldn't even muster up an apology.

[rironkoufuku-blog]

a strange specimen? - ( closed ☆

[rironkoufuku-blog]

Oh, so the scissors were the right choice. Ayano examined the scissors carefully, giving them a few test snips. They seemed fairly sharp, but were her nerves up to the task…? Taking a deep breath, Ayano pointed the pair of scissors at the poor exposed frog, and carefully…

… Neglected to describe these actions in detail. It’s pretty gross.

With her lower lip caught between her teeth and the tip of her tongue barely protruding, Ayano’s face was the epitome of extreme concentration. Was there sweat breaking out on her forehead? Was this really a task that warranted such an application of her mental facilities? Would Ayano Tateyama manage to make a vertical incision?

"Done!"

Her words did indeed ring true; there was a clean, shallow cut running vertically along the frog’s stomach. So far so good. Ayano lifted her head and turned towards her impromptu partner, a slightly macabre (given the situation) smile on her face. “What do I do, next?”

[paletrenchcoat]

Dick looked down from the paper. That certainly was fast. He'd only gotten to the next paragraph of the worksheet with his skimming before Ayano had finished...

And there it was! A near-perfect vertical incision in the underbelly of the specimen before them. "Whoa, nice work!" he applauded, as it certainly was commendable. Perhaps their impromptu lab partnership was going to go much more smoothly than expected after all.

"Alright, this next part should be a piece of cake too, pal! We've gotta make transverse cuts near the arms and legs, just like on the diagram." He put the paper down to show her. "Got it?"

[yagaymi]

comin' in hot ♛ asuka n dick

[yagaymi]

Asuka’s eye visibly narrowed at his word choice, and as much as she’d love to tell him off for it, he’d probably be more reluctant to help her if she told him to fuck off. “Yes, you,” she said rather impatiently, pursing her lips. This guy wasn’t really her first choice in men, or anyone really, but at least he seemed simple minded enough to provide her with whatever she desired. She was attractive and charming; enough to make him bend at her whim.

Her gaze followed his movements as he made his way towards her in rather an odd fashion, one she’d normally raise a brow at. But now was the time to be polite, to make a good impression; he’d see the other sides of Asuka eventually if he decided to stick around.

While relieved with the gesture, the girl’s facial expression didn’t quite say the same. Her lips tugged into a small frown, her brows knitting together in concern – for her own bags of course. “Careful! There are important things in there!” She let out a huff before grabbing the bag from him, “I’ll just do it myself, hold the door open for me, okay?”

[paletrenchcoat]

The girl brusquely snatched the bag out of his hands, and Dick instantly felt more than a little bit useless and clumsy. "S... Sure. Sorry, pal." Dick was used to being pushed around. At home he'd gotten so accustomed to it that he almost never expected politeness or gentleness from anyone. Deep inside, though, he couldn't help being sensitive. And while he'd hoped to leave behind the harshness of his hometown upon his arrival at this seaside city, from the waves of irritation emanating from this girl, it didn't look like he was going to be escaping it anytime soon.

But that wasn't really important, was it, he thought to himself.

Pushing his thoughts aside, he yanked at the door handle and opened the doorway wide for the girl. It wasn't though she'd been particularly nice to him, but he felt it would be awkward if he didn't ask, so he did: "... D'ya, uh, need any more help?"

[rironkoufuku-blog]

a strange specimen? - ( closed ☆

[rironkoufuku-blog]

Only if it’s a sparkly bandaid with a Spiderman print, Digimon-kun.

Oddly spontaneous thoughts about sparkles and superheroes (although the latter wasn’t particularly out of the ordinary) aside, Ayano breathed a sigh of relief at the boy’s eager reply. Her posture relaxed significantly (wheedling mode: off?), and an eager smile lit up her face.

A smile that, only moments later, was twitching nervously at one corner. To put it generously, Ayano had no clue what the procedure was. Or did she?

That’s right! The poster! The one with the life cycle of the frog… From a baby tadpole, all the way up to an adult frog… This knowledge was perfect!

… For absolutely nothing having to do with dissecting frogs. Ayano laughed sheepishly as she fidgeted with her hands behind her back as the pair began to move towards the general direction of the lab tables, at a bit of an ambling pace. At least, Ayano’s pace was ambling. Was she deep in thought again?

"Mm, actually…" That map of Japan was really fascinating. "I…" Have no clue what’s going on. “I kind of spaced out during the explanation… I’m in a bad situation, aren’t I? It’s only the second week of class and I’m already lost…” Her wry tone was offset by a resolutely cheery smile, although the resulting image seemed only to offer a feeling of imminent self-deprecation.

"But!" Imminent self-deprecation instantly changed to a fierce resolve, and Ayano nodded her head eagerly. "I’m sure the two of us will be able to figure it out!"

With that note of determination, Ayano’s pace quickened to a brisk walk, and moments later she and Digimon-kun were standing in front of a frog that reeked of chemicals and a half-put away dissection kit. With a pair of safety goggles firmly on her face, Ayano directed her protected gaze towards the conveniently provided lab instructions, ready to riddle her way through this mystery. Having parsed the first line, Ayano plunged her arm into the dissection kit, rummaging around for the tool she was searching for. Moments later, her hand emerged victorious, a pair of sharp scissors tight in her grip.

A very inspiring image of confidence.

[paletrenchcoat]

Let's face it, the aura this girl was giving off was anything but confident, but Dick hadn't a choice. He sent her off to get supplies as he gathered up the necessary worksheets and they headed to a free lab table.

This assignment shouldn't be too hard, he thought to himself. After all, HE knew the procedure, and with the worksheets at hand, explaining was easy.

"Alright, let's have a look-see."

It looked like the first thing to do was, in fact, take the scissors out and break the skin on the pelvic region of the frog. And Ayano already had the scissors! Perhaps she knew more about this assignment than she thought? "Okay, pal, you're gonna need to make a cut straight across the belly... vertically. Ya get it?"

[caligaried-deactivated20160911]

refuge [open to practical survival students]

Practical survival was by no means a typical class. Or really, how Connor had taught practical survival was by no means typical. Textbook work and lectures wouldn’t provide you with any sort of insight as to how to survive: only experience would.

Of course, these were teenagers. They had their limits, physically and emotionally, so initially their classes take place in the gym and on the track, simple tasks like jumping hurdles, overviews of basic self defense, creating makeshift tents out of the materials they’re provided with, recognizing poisonous berries scaling walls and fences, the works. Classroom work is only limited to studying and being able to recognize poisonous plants and which animals were likely to kill and attack on sight.

It’s today that he marks the start of the real gist of this class, providing them all with a pair of boots, and leads them out to a woodland only a little far off from Tancho Academy’s track. There are trees and moss abound, and it’s a “baby forest” per se but it’s suitable for training.

"I took you all here during our first class. Do you remember? I said that this had been your goal for the meanwhile: to be capable of surviving in this setting. We will spend the entirety of the next semester here, learning how to navigate the trees. Traveling via tree will provide you with the speed and security that going by foot will not."

"Today, you will only be climbing. Maintaining your position in a tree is the first step. I will take and help each one of you individually. The rest of you will try your hand at creating a bonfire as you wait. Questions will be answered later.

Now you—come with me. You will start. Find a foothold on this tree and begin.”

[paletrenchcoat]

It had been a long run with this class. Martial arts. Hunting and gathering. Parkour. You named it, it was in here if it was even tangentially related to, well, practical survival.

But of course Dick was in it for the long haul, and he wouldn't back away from this course. Despite all the difficulties with the more fine segments of the training—which was practically everything—he had shown determination and resolve in honestly doing his best and learning these skills. Now, though, came the true test.

It had helped that Connor had been teaching the course. Dick's need for accommodation was not likely to be met by most other phys ed teachers. He had begun to look up to him as both a man who revered justice and helping those in need and a skilled gymnast. Without both Connor's kindness and passion, he doubted he would have made it this far in such a rigorous class.

The teacher notioned to Dick suddenly, and he jumped a little. Being put on the spot was never fun, but he dispelled his nerves—he was about to perform. As he nodded and approached the tree, pausing before grabbing onto the bark and raising his left leg, he only hoped his vexingly unreliable dexterity wouldn't give out this time—

Before he could even double the height his first foot sat at with his second, his unstable leg wobbled too far to the left and he slipped, the weight he had put on the tree and his feet suddenly tumbling down to the ground, face-first. This particular brand of failure was nothing new to him, but he was embarrassed and shameful nonetheless. "I... Sorry, Instructor..." he managed to mumble, as he got to his knees.

[rironkoufuku-blog]

a strange specimen? - ( closed ☆

When she walked into the biology classroom, something had seemed slightly off. Nervous about being late, Ayano had quickly hurried to her seat (next to the window, the venus flytrap for daydreamers) and pulled out her textbook. After a cursory scan of the class, something seemed off, as if there was something missing, but it’s only the second week of class and Ayano isn’t certain it’s not just her mind playing tricks on her.

The moment the professor begins to speak, these idle thoughts of something missing are forgotten, and Ayano’s attention begins to wander as her gaze idly pans across the room.

First, to the window. Outside, it looks like there’s a phys. ed class in session; she can see the distant shapes of figures running laps around the field. Then, to the wall; the walls of her biology classroom are plastered with posters; she sees cross-sections of fish, life cycles of frogs, geothermal maps, lab safety warnings, and several other tacked up sheets of paper whose meanings she can’t decipher. Her eyes settle onto one directly behind her professor’s head; it looks to be a map of Japan, although it’s oddly detailed for a simple map.

She’s only about halfway through reading the contents of the poster when she notices the people around her moving, shuffling books and pencils and standing up from their desks. The realization that she has absolutely no clue as to what is going on snaps Ayano out of her reverie, and it takes her several moments before she even begins to process what’s happening around her.

The realization hits her square in the face like a bus when she sees students huddling around the safety glasses cabinet, while others have begun to break off into pairs and scattered across the lab tables in the back of the classroom.

Right, lab partners — They were assigned (in an odd sort of free-for-all last-man-standing odd-one-out method) last week, so where was her lab partner? Looking around, Ayano didn’t see any familiar faces amongst the students; was her lab partner out sick, or something? Not sure on what to do, Ayano slowly stood up from her desk, to at least simulate a semblance of progression on her end.

It’s at that point that she notices that there’s one other straggler still hovering near his desk. She can’t quite recall his name — it started with a D, and it had a G in it, right? Digimon? —, but she does recognize him. Somewhat.

Realization strikes her for the second time in the past several seconds, and she subconsciously reaffirms her revelation under her breath.

"You’re Takane’s lab partner, right? And…" Another quick glance around the room, and apparently the third time is the charm for Ayano Tateyama and the Great Realizations. "… If I remember right, she wasn’t feeling well today…?"

It occurs to her that she probably looks kind of shady, muttering to herself whilst simultaneously glancing over at the boy on the other end of the classroom, but this social faux pas of hers isn’t enough to faze her from decisively making her way across the classroom to stop in front of Digimon-kun’s (that can’t possibly be his real name, right?) desk. She smiles, albeit sheepishly, and clasps her hands behind her back, clearing her throat before she speaks.

"Hey… Do you think we could be stand-in lab buddies? Since it looks like we’re both lonely today…"

And could you maybe tell me what the assignment was, too? I completely missed the explanation…

[paletrenchcoat]

To be blunt, it had been a miserable day from the start. The shower water went frigid cold halfway through. Breakfast was stale. Dick couldn't find his algebra homework. And his first class of the day was a subject he struggled with but desperately needed on his credentials: Biology. Only two weeks in, and this morning had cleared a record for an all-time low.

But this, this particular instance, took the cake—Takane, his designated lab partner and good friend outside of the classroom, was nowhere to be seen. At all. And the worst part was she didn't even notify him the night before when they went over the study materials in the library. Narcolepsy probably got her again, he figured, but this was THE most inopportune time for—

A soft voice came from behind him. He'd just gotten up to join the others in grouping up and preparing for the lab, but he'd suddenly gotten caught up in mulling the atrocities of the morning over. With most of the class still at the safety glasses cabinet, Dick and the girl stood largely alone.

Who was this girl anyway? Ah, yes—Ayano. The two had hardly spoken to each other in the time they'd shared classes, but now it seemed that silence was to be broken in favor of slapping a sloppy bandaid on a crisis.

"S-Sure, pal! I mean, uh..." The request had barely come out of Ayano's lips, and he had already jumped for it. He blushed a little, embarrassed; but who could judge? This was his only option at producing a decent grade for this morning's lab, and they were likely going to be grouped up anyway. Still, he felt silly about the eager speed of his reply. They'd basically just met, after all. "I'd love to. I mean, we're the only ones left anyhow..."

He huffed slightly. This was no time to get down on oneself; their grades were in danger! Dick decided to take on the job of director. "Okay, you know the procedure, right? We're gonna need goggles and a dissecting kit. We're dissecting frogs. You knew that, right, pal?" He looked at her with desperate hope that she knew what he was talking about. Only a row ahead of them, a student was moving from desk to desk, leaving frog specimens on each one.

[jos2uke]

practical?

[jos2uke]

"ooooooooooooh. Yeah you’re right! it’d be really useful if you were in trouble sometime!…I  really hope I don’t get lost in a forest anytime soon.. I mean I do have school work to focus on right now." Josuke replied. It was obvious that he didn’t have a high interest level in school seeing as he didn’t really read what any of the classes he signed up for were about. It’s not that he didn’t care at all, in his mind, he just had other priorities to worry about. Josuke did fairly well in the classes that caught his attention and tended to nod off in the ones that didn’t.

"A police officer sounds like quite the interesting job! Good luck with your training ! hmm.. I might find some use for this class..my fighting is pretty sloppy." Josuke tried to stay out of fights, but when Joshuu was near by he couldn’t really help it. He’s always such an instigator. 

[paletrenchcoat]

Both men walked with brisk, yet casual paces towards the destination Dick had pointed out. "Shouldn't be too hard to keep from getting lost, though, right? I mean, I think there are only a few groves around here anyhow." Rows of trees were a common find in the scenery of the grounds, and while he hadn't much explored past them, Dick could conclude from the lighting that none of the ones he'd seen had looked that deep.

"You get in fights, pal?" The light mood instantly fell. He looked back at the student walking with him with empathetic eyes. Did he live in a bad neighborhood before coming here? These were the kinds of people Dick wanted to protect. "Where do you come from?"

[jos2uke]

practical?

[jos2uke]

"I see. My name is Josuke Higashikata. Nice too meet you dick !" Josuke did recall sharing his name earlier… but he wasn’t in any rush to remind Dick of his seemingly strange behavior earlier. Even if I don’t know this person, it couldn’t hurt to introduce myself to new people. He thought to himself.

As the two had just about arrived at the location for gym class josuke  asked his fellow student a question that had been on his mind since he signed up. “So,Dick, Do you know what this class is supposed to teach? I mean in every  day life we shouldn’t really need survival tactics.. so what part of this class could be practical ?” Josuke didn’t really bother looking up what the classes he signed up for were about he just picked a few by their names, and the ones he tested into he didn’t look up to see what they were about.

[paletrenchcoat]

Dick wasn't sure if this man's banter from earlier was still nonsense or not, so when he was able to confirm his full name, and first name twice, Dick felt more at ease. Now he was better able to put the strangeness of their meeting further behind them.

"What this class is supposed to teach...?" Dick asked in reply. Hadn't this Josuke looked up the course descriptions before applying? Whatever the case, it seemed an explanation was in order. "Well, pal... You may not need practical survival skills in every day life, but when you're out in the wilderness or at sea, you're definitely at risk, y'know? So learning things like how to survive, find food, make shelter, do parkour, etc., is pretty valuable even if most of us are planning on living peaceful lives. Me, I'm planning to go into the police force! So this kinda stuff would really be a help, if ya get what I mean." His smile became a little brighter at those last two sentences. After all, it was truly his dream to assist the law.

[paletrenchcoat]

+enomotakane [closed thread]

[enomotakane]

"Thanks", Takane mumbled, accepting the bottle and unscrewing it quickly before she threw the pills into her mouth and brought the flask to her lips, taking a big gulp to wash down her medicine.

As she drank, she observed Dick nonchalantly, noticing a weird expression on his face. Curiosity, probably, although that was something she would’ve rather avoided…

…Weirdly enough, she realized she wouldn’t even mind if her companion were to ask her what the pills were supposed to treat. Technically, it was still better than people obviously dancing around the subject, but even then, she’d always been massively uncomfortable even with the most polite questions regarding her disability.

Now, however…

Dick’s mood appeared to shift into something more of a confused discomfort, and Takane concluded it would be better to just ask herself than let the elephant throw a party inside the room undisturbed.

"Something the matter?"

[paletrenchcoat]

Dick's curiosity had regressed into guilt as he realized the imputence of what he wanted to inquire about. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again, feeling shameful. But Takane's question about his behavior cornered him, and he let out a sigh. 

He spoke in a low, contrite tone: "I... I'm sorry, pal. I was about to ask what your medication was for, but I understood too late it would be rude..." He scratched the back of his head and pivoted his foot on the axis of the toe end of his shoe, embarrassed.

[paletrenchcoat]

+enomotakane [closed thread]

[enomotakane]

If only Takane could remember the rough location of her pill case inside the bag…! With slightly shaking hands, she pushed aside her clothes to see if it had been buried by a bunch of shirts.

Dick bent over her, inquiring if she needed a hand, and she swallowed down her own worry and put on the best smile she was capable of.

"It’s okay, I just need to find something… I don’t think I forgot it, though. This bag is just too big…! Haha…"

She couldn’t hold back the sweat beading on her forehead, though, and when she finally grabbed a hold of that damn plastic case, it almost slipped out of her palm again.

She couldn’t see Dick’s face, but she was pretty sure he had to be staring at her all weirded out as she clicked it open and poured two small capsules into her hand.

…Ah, yes, there was something she had forgotten.

"Hey… You don’t happen to have some water on you, do you?"

[paletrenchcoat]

"Huh? Uhh....." Dick checked all his coat pockets, not expecting to find much, but—

To his surprise, he felt the familiar hardness of a small bottle in his back pocket. Taking it out, he examined the item. A half-filled, half-pint water bottle. Why was this even here? Whatever the reason, it surely was luck, or some kind of fate... He quickly handed the vial over to his struggling friend. "You need to take some medication, right? Here." He still had some questions, but he decided he would wait until her crisis had been averted.

[jos2uke]

practical?

[jos2uke]

"huh? is that so? I suppose that would make sense. The school at my old town always meet inside for gym class, but I guess that make sense too… What are we going to do here if it rains..?" He answered back. Josuke was still stuck on where the class would meet during rainy day, but this student seemed to be more certain of the location than he was. He decided he might as well follow him. Seeing as this was one of the schools first days the teacher shouldn’t be too mad if he was late. "Alright that sounds like a plan." Josuke replied.

[paletrenchcoat]

"Yeah. If I remember right, the course is taught on the northern grounds." The two began walking in that direction as an awkward silence ensued his response. He decided to break the ice once again. "Sooo... What's yer name, pal? You can call me Dick. Dick Gumshoe." Electing to toss aside his prejudices of this man from the circumstances of their encounter, he flashed a casual smile.