Northern Fang

☃ Rashou Nozomu ☃ ❄土 ❄ ❄he/they pronouns❄ Affiliated with ABODe!

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@rashou-nozomu / No other meaning

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Eyes focused on his, well, trainee, Kyoya watched the exact moment Rashou launched towards him, weapon in hands. And while they were very fast and steady, the Sergeant had no trouble in jumping back to avoid the collision, his movements smooth and completely effortless.

As if they weren’t even engaged in the middle of a training match of sorts, the raven rubbed his chin in thought, narrowing his eyes slightly at the grip the blond had around the baton.

“Hn. Try to lower your hand a little more. Bring out the full potention of your weapon’s size.”

[rashou-nozomu]

[oh wow, you dodge really, really well. you don’t even sound surprised. blinking. and adjusting their grip.] So-- use the momentum more? [swinging as they speak, confident you’ll dodge.] Instead of jabbing strikes? I guess I should aim for your head then, instead of your crotch or something.... [thoughtfully.]

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Mission Impossible

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Nodding at the other’s words, Dino hummed thoughtfully, trying to figure out what to do next. They were strangers to each other still, so he wasn’t quite sure what to actually do together. Still, the not-kid seemed like fun, especially after their almost-heist. 

“Ah, well I was just out for a run…” The Alpha gestured to his clothes, a light chuckle leaving his lips. “I guess I’m a little hungry, actually. Since you put up with my shenanigans, how about I treat you for lunch?“ 

“Oh! I’m Dino, by the way.” He grinned.

[rashou-nozomu]

[blinking at you when you say that. running, sure, but you look like a fucking model.] I see... Ah, yes! [hey, free food. you don’t seem like a criminal, but even so, they’re not really worried, anyway.] 

Nozomu. Rashou, really, everyone calls me that... [offering a cool-to-the-touch hand.] It’s nice to meet you, Dino. [breathing in. you’re an alpha, for sure.] Where are we going?

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@rashou-nozomu / No other meaning

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With a swift movement of his arms, the tonfas were put away under the back of his uniform’s jacket, hanging from the belt loops in his pants as if they’ve been designed expectially to hold on the weapons. Folding his arms against his chest afterwards, Kyoya’s eyes turned back to his new trainee.

“Hn. Good.” He said with a short nod, arching an eyebrow, “Then let me see. Attack me.” He needed to have an idea of how far Rashou’s abilities went before starting with the actual training.

[rashou-nozomu]

[raising their brows a little. well, it’s unusual. usually, theirs is an ambush attack, but...]

Uhm, okay.

[consciously setting aside all their nerves. sure, you put away your weapons. but you know what you’re doing, clearly, so they don’t have to worry.]

[a quick fluid bounce of the heels. next moment, that steel baton is swinging extremely quickly at that vulnerable spot under your arm.]

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@rashou-nozomu 

          “ Forgive me … “

He spoke simply, his words not matching his seemingly uncaring expression. It wasn’t his fault, really– he was  just lost, and this student was the first one he happened to find in the city. After all, he didn’t frequent here that much at all.  Glancing down at the other, not realising how accidentally angry he really looked, Ushijima spoke again. 

           “ Do you mind telling me where I currently am? “

[rashou-nozomu]

[Well! You certainly look pretty angry, considering where you are. But then, Hibari looks pretty angry too. Maybe you’re some kind of weird protester? Maybe this is a moral lecture? You’re a bit young for that.]

Ah, uhm.

[looks up the store sign you’re standing in front of. THE GORDIAN KNOT, it reads, in large, surprisingly flowery script. blinks back at you.]

Ah, in front of a sex shop...?

[rashou-nozomu]

ooc

hi i’m dead back to work

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Rashou’s reaction to his demonstration wasn’t anything new, and the raven looked down at his own weapon once again as he shrugged, slightly.

“Almost.” The chains were well-polished, like they’re either well taken care of or simply hardly used. Both were true to some extent; Kyoya hardly found the need to use the tonfas’ little trick in a battle.

Pressing a small switch located at the tip of the tonfa’s handle, the chains clashed loudly as they were suddenly sucked back inside the steel rod, its opening closing automatically afterwards. It was a handy weapon for every situation, and the Sergeant couldn’t remember how many years he had been using it by now. Maybe since he was a child and found in himself the liking for fighting, who knows.

Kyoya’s eyes turned back to Rashou upon hearing him, blinking at the baton in their hands as it unfolded. It was quite impressive, he had to admit, as he nodded his head slightly.

“Right.” But more importantly, “Are you familiar with using it, though?” Owning a weapon and knowing how to make the best use of it were two completely different things.

[rashou-nozomu]

An emergency mace, huh....~ [a little aimlessly.] It must be a surprise. [jumping a little when the chains suddenly disappear, though they give a rueful smile after. it’s possible that they’re jumpier now than they’ve let on. tellingly, when startled, their hand shifts on the weapon’s grip automatically, ready to strike or defend.]

Ah-- oh, yes. [seems a little honestly surprised by the question.]

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Mission Impossible

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The teen’s question was a dent to his confidence, and with an airy sigh escaping as he slumped against the wall, he admitted, “With you? Probably a five.” 

Maybe that a bit excessive, because honestly, Dino was allowed in. Just… maybe not in the restricted areas. Like where he wanted to go, and get his things once and for all. Was this game over? 

“Well, kid. Now that that’s covered. I guess we should call this over, huh…” Then he remembered that the teen had needed help, or at least that’s what he’d told himself. “Unless you still need someone– I could call one of the guys for you.”

[rashou-nozomu]

‘M not a kid...~ [however, they don’t seem very offended, actually giving you a bit of a smile, tilting their face up and pushing off the wall.] But calling this over, I suppose. 

Although... [just walking over to you with a light, carefree step.] I don’t need anybody else’s help. That’s fine. It was only a passing idea. But I like your honesty. Thank you. Is there anything that you want to do? If you don’t mind company, I’ll accompany you.

[rashou-nozomu]

i want everyone to know that i am here and alive and eyeing up shinsuke’s open plus my replies

i just became awfully sick and am working on it i swear-- please expect me later tonight!!!

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Noticing the object in Rashou’s hands, Kyoya arched both eyebrows slightly. Interesting choice of weapon, especially for someone as small as the other, height-wise. Usually newcomers would always stick with normal fire guns, be it for easier handling or just for thinking that’s all the military was about. Which was a ridiculous mindset, really, but after a while it just became harder for them to let it go.

The stare he sends the unPresented teen makes it obvious that the Sergeant wasn’t buying their excuse at all, but he has never been one to pry into other people’s business. If Rashou wanted to talk to it, then Kyoya was sure they would – they seemed like the talkative type anyways, much to his chagrin.

“Tonfas. For close ranged combat.” He answered simply, looking down at his own right arm. Bending the elbow back a bit, it took a certain thrusting movement of his arm to add the correct pressure on the weapon, causing the lower tip to open up like a lid. From inside the tonfa came down a thin but heavy chain with a small steel ball at its end, all decorated with sharp spikes. “And for long ranged as well.”

[rashou-nozomu]

[just twisting the small stick in their hands when you make that expression, but when you give them that hard stare, they just lift their head and offer you the most guileless innocent smile in their arsenal. which is very innocent. of course they know that they haven’t fooled you even one little bit, but you’re letting them get away with it, which is what’s more important.]

[startling a little bit when your tonfas open up like that, giving a little hop forward to investigate that, eyes widening some. well, it certainly seems to distract them from their momentary sadness.] Is that a mace? [somewhere between fascinated and disturbed.]

[it does seem to remind them of something, though.] Oh, right. Uhm... [taking a better grip on the stick, and making a quick, efficient movement. with a truly nervewracking crunching sound-- it sounds almost exactly like the racheting of a rifle-- the steel extendable baton clicks into place, extending to its full twenty-six inch length.] It’s not quite similar, but....

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Mission Impossible

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aureuseq:

As he walked the path towards the main entrance, the Alpha wondered off-handedly if it was going to be busy, thinking over the side-door plan. With a pleased ego from the compliment, the blond led the way. At least until he turned the corner and saw a group of people at the door. There was no way they were going to let him stroll in with a teenager! 

Dino stopped in his tracks then did a 180, hiding behind the wall as non-chalantly as he could. Definitely going with the side-door plan. “It seems the guys have their hands full! We’re just going to go another way, okay?” Ahahaha…

[at least their footsteps are light, almost-dainty-- they don’t seem to be putting their full weight down. even so, that sudden stop and jerk of yours is surprising. instantly flattening back to the wall as well with a strange almost-rattling sound, even as their eyebrows hike higher, a little incredulous.]

Another way, huh....~ [even so, that silvery voice doesn’t really waver.] So, on a scale of one to eleven, how much... are you not supposed to be here, exactly...~?

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Hibari Kyoya had arrived to the barracks as early as usual, but it was his current attire that brought him curious stares as he walked the short distance between the Headquarters – where his office could be found – and the training grounds.

The uniform’s black jacket, usually filled with well-deserved medals, was missing; instead the Sergeant was clad in only dark slacks and a lilac button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. The hat was nowhere to be seen as well, and the raven’s fingers were closed tight around a pair of steely tonfas. Aside from his clothes though, his stoic expression remained the same.

The Alpha quickly caught sight of his new trainee upon reaching the training grounds, but it was the other’s uncertain stance that picked his attention the most. Stopping by a few feet away from them, Kyoya arched an eyebrow.

“Rashou Nozomu,” He said, like it was supposed to be a greeting. “What is wrong?”

[rashou-nozomu]

[well, it certainly seems as though you have a pull here. even slightly distracted as they look, it’s definitely difficult to miss the stares and whispers that follow you. sliding down from the training mats where they’re perched at your approach, uncrossing legs and shifting the small flashlight-shaped-and-sized rod to their left hand.]

[raising their head to acknowledge your greeting, eyes lingering curiously on your tonfas. there seems to be a spark of recognition in their eyes. blinking in some surprise, though, but gives a wry little smile. either you’re extremely observant, or they’re not hiding it very well, or both.] Ah.... nothing, really. I’m sure it’s temporary. [nodding to your tonfas, with a little spark of interest.] What are those called, sir?

[rashou-nozomu]

A next-door neighbour, this time....?;

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@rashou-nozomu / No other meaning

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Kyoya raised a single eyebrow.

“You shouldn’t.” He advised, though judging by the other’s general demeanor, he doubted his words would be taken seriously. Showing no interest in the blond’s enthusiasm, the Sergeant nodded his head distractedly a few times as he pulled the now filled out form back, scanning its contents quickly with his eyes.

“You will be training seven days a week, three hours a day as long as it doesn’t disturb your school schedule. And more importantly,” Mercury-colored eyes shifted from the paper to narrow at Rashou’s direction, “You will be trained especially by me. And I do not tolerate tardiness. Understood?”

[rashou-nozomu]

[oh, they’d understood well enough. had they ever. and that was the reasoning behind why they were here right now, twenty minutes early, tucked up out of the way and looking just slightly melancholy.]

[well, the outfit is good at least. they’re wearing something fitting close to their body, so they can’t be grabbed by it, and their hair is neatly tied back out of the way. the clothes are cute and bright, but well, it is Rashou, after all.] 

[even so, despite the fact that they’ve gotten exactly what they aimed for, they’re still fiddling with a short, rattling item in their hands, almost as though nervous. it seems as though they don’t do well when left alone to think.]

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I legit don’t think I’ve laughed out loud in over a week, and now I can’t stop

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“BLEBS BLEBS BLEBS PTPPTTT AAAAA”

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Mission Impossible

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Stopping mid-step, Dino could do nothing else than to look anywhere else but the other’s eyes for a moment. It felt like much too long to have been a natural pause, but choosing to ignore that fact, the blond laughed awkwardly. He needed to stop thinking about the past, really. Especially when trying to be a good samaritan. 

“I am–” His voice caught him off-guard, sounding strained. Well, that certainly wasn’t the tone he was going for. 

It was only after he cleared his throat that the Alpha spoke again, trying to reassure the teen. Why? Who knows. “Sorry– I know most of the higher ups, actually.“ 

Although that wasn’t a lie, the blond hadn’t exactly set foot in the building in more than a year. Dino had left behind quite a few things when he moved out, having been in a hurry. Maybe they still had them? He could go check now that he was already here, but it wasn’t like they’d just let him pass without an invitation, at least. That only left the one entrance that had a passcode lock. Hopefully they’d kept the same one.

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[brows contracting briefly, but smoothing out almost instantly. you seem troubled, but not-- dangerous. just lifting those super saturated eyes to yours, listening attentively.]

I see....~  [their voice trails off sweetly, but there’s a certain neutrality in it.] Is that so? That’s pretty cool, I think...~ [stretching their arms out a little, as though pushing down on air, palms flat, skipping a little to keep up with you. they don’t even ask you why, which is... probably a little freaky.] Lead on..~

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“I wish.” Was Kyoya’s answer to that, the words leaving his mouth without a drop of hesitation, sounding actually sincere. But then he shook his head and folded his arms against his chest, as the raven’s eyes followed the other’s movements while they filled out the enlistment form.

“Rule number one: never sign anything without reading the contents first, properly.” The Alpha said, this time his voice carrying a bit of mischief, despite the still expressionless façade he carried. “And well? Didn’t you want to enlist, Rashou Nozomu?”

[rashou-nozomu]

[directing a little pfft noise at the paper, though you can’t see their face. yeah, they just bet you wish you could. beaming up at you, like a morning sun, when you say that they should always read things through first.] Well, I trusted you. [with absolute surety.]

[that little sentence makes them grin wider, if possible, eyes sparkling.] Yessir, thank you, sir!!

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“Rashou Nozomu.” Kyoya repeated, as if testing the name on his tongue. And then he smirked - a dangerous curve of his lips that spelled anything but friendliness, giving off the same feeling as his narrowed eyes.

Walking around his desk once again, the Sergeant pulled open a drawer, loudly. A paper sheet was taken out of it and slammed against the wooden table, before a pen - not his favorite one, of course - was placed next to it.

“Fill this out.” He ordered, straight to the point.

Kyoya didn’t bother with clearing out the other’s misunderstanding.

[rashou-nozomu]

[just blinking-- why the unnecessary violent slamming? but it honestly seems to be just your way-- a little brusque. just nodding, seeming a little amused, and leaning forward to begin filling out the form in pretty rounded handwriting. ticking off “other” on the gender field with great relish.]

[it’s silent for a little while as they work on that. getting about halfway through.] ...Am I filling out my own arrest paperwork...?  [sounding only mildly curious, and not at all nervous.]