#miyazakit

[ireneclermont]

WHO: @miyazakit WHERE: Goju Dojo

The dojo was quieter than she expected. Not silent, exactly—there was a hum to it, like a held breath or something waiting to begin, but quiet in that grounded way that pressed against her ribs and forced her to slow down. Think. Breathe.

Irene didn’t usually come to places like this. Places where people had rules and forms and discipline built into their bones. But she needed something, and she’d heard just enough about Tetsuya Goju to know he didn’t waste time asking questions.

The soles of her boots didn’t quite belong against the polished floors. She stood near the entrance for a beat too long, coat folded over one arm, eyes scanning the empty mats. Nothing sacred in these walls, she’d been told. Still—it felt cleaner than most places in the city. Like someone had fought for the quiet here.

She'd booked the session under a fake name. Just in case. People remembered Irene too easily.

When he stepped into view, she straightened. Didn’t smile. Just nodded, curt.

“I’m not here for enlightenment,” she said, tone flat but not unkind. “I just need to hit something.”

A pause.

“A few times.”

[fengforhire]

The last time she had been at these doors, Jac had been an entirely different person. Her magic had been different, and she's not sure whether there's a comfort in knowing that she's not the same as she was. The last time she had come to Tetsuya Miyazaki's dojo, she felt inadequate, inconsequential in the face of someone like him. There was something about the way he was so at ease with the air around him, unlike her who had been groping around for any sort of stability.

Her magic now is unsteady under her fingertips. Jac looks around everywhere she goes, readying for the horrid screech of a monster or expecting a vampire to lunge out at her. The backfire of a car sends her jumping a foot in the air and nearly ripping a tree from its roots to throw at whatever startled her. She doesn't sleep much anymore, but every waking moment is spent biting down on the instincts that she had developed.

Months, not years, she reminds herself, but her body doesn't understand the distinction. There are no threats here like in the void world, no one stalking her or trying to swallow her whole. Yet still, she stands outside of the dojo's door for twenty minutes trying to muster the courage to walk in. What if he turns her way? What if he judges her for doing the spell in the first place? Or causing such devastation to the city? She can still hear her mother's voice in her mind, berating her for such recklessness. Had she said that while Jac was unconscious, or is she just imagining it now because she knows her mother would?

But she doesn't want to hurt anyone else. So Jac knocks on the door, stepping back with her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "I need your help. Please." / @miyazakit

[devilsvenom]

violent action prompt. (accepting).

@miyazakit asked: [  CAUGHT  ]  sender  catches  receiver  doing  something  they  shouldn't.

"listen," she started upon seeing the other approach. tetsuya? tetsaya? she couldn't remember, lis had only met him once and now this? well it didn't look good. "i thought it was a different potion, i didn't know their limbs would turn black, fall off and they'd bleed out." one of the limbs, the strangers hand in particular, was still clutched in the blonde's own hand. "it was an accident. it was the wrong one." testing the potions on those she hunted was an idea she'd only just thought of; how else was she meant to find which potion was the one aj had used to make her feel so good that night at the club? she needed more, and he wasn't giving her enough.