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[wickedlehane]

@ncmcrcy gets a night shift starter, circa 2003

Night life meant a little something different in every city. Granted, she hadn’t been old enough to experience the most of it back in Boston (not legally, anyhow...) and nowadays a lot of her evenings were spent patrolling for vamps, demons, and now the newly activated Slayers. Faith loved the darkness and the night - there was something powerful about doing her work when most of the world was asleep. But those who didn’t sleep were the reason she had to work.

This particular greasy spoon was not exactly one of LA’s most famous, but those places could be overrated anyways. The Slayer found some of the best grub at the smaller places that were just happy to have a customer or two. And for her, food that baseline edible was still a luxury most nights. She’d started with a coffee (which her metabolism would burn through in an hour, tops) and probably had just enough change in her pocket for something simple to eat, but thankfully this patrol hadn’t been working up a massive appetite. 

Actually, eating was a part of the stakeout - Faith spied a lone vamp in a booth in the corner, away from the windows. A basic but solid place to pick up a bite if you were one of the undead, given there were few clients and the hour was late. Everyone was keeping their heads down mostly, save for the cute but tired waitress keeping pulse on the front of house. She needed a plausible excuse to sit and linger.

“Hey,” Faith said, breaking the silence with a voice that spoke of prison cigarettes to keep the hunger down, “If that guy back there gives you any guff, just holler at me. M’kay?”

[senseibalance]

@ncmcrcy asked: ❝  have you ever had something…missing?  like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.  ❞ (Shannon @ ncmcrcy) IT’S  ALL  ABOUT  THE  YEARNING 

There  is  a  pause  as  Daniel  dwells  on  what  she  is  saying.  The  feeling  is  familiar,  perhaps  too  familiar  for  someone  who  often  portray  himself  as  on  the  right  side.  "I  know  what  you  mean.  I  think  I  felt  that  way  too  many  times  in  my  life."  There  had  been  counting  instances.  When  he  lost  his  father,  when  he  fought  with  Miyagi  and  thought  he  had  gained  a  friend  with  Silver.  Daniel  considers  then,  that  same  feeling  when  he  and  Kumiko  were  no  longer  together  and  now,  with  a  divorce  under  his  name  and  the  thought  that  maybe  he  is  missing  a  person.  Someone  to  love.

 He  used  to  focus  so  much  energy  in  Mr.  Miyagi  that  when  he  died,  Daniel  is  aware  he  shut  himself  down  and  only  now  he  is  getting  back  on  his  feet.  Daniel  searches  back  on  her  eyes,  for  a  brief  moment,  as  his  hand  reaches  to  take  hold  of  hers  and  offer  a  small  reassuring  grip.  "It  takes  time  to  find  yourself  after  what  feels  like  years  of  being  lost.  But  I  have  no  doubt  you  will."

[teachbalance]

@ncmcrcy asked or asha and daniel.

"I was wondering, you know, if you wanted, go out for a drink, or something." it is a little weird, right? considering they are from different dojos but really, he was tired of being told he needs to lighten up, that he needs to go outside and enjoy himself. going out for a few drinks with asha, or maybe some food just seemed the right call, all things considered. "or i could make us something back at the house. it's up to you. I promise itˋs much better than just plain tea."

[senseibalance]

he   groans   out   loud,   not   out   of   disrespect.   but   he   is   tired.   he   doesn’t   want.   .   .to   do   this   anymore.   miyagi   always   had   a   way   to   get   him   to   start   back   up,   either   with   simple   kata   or   a   tap   to   the   back   of   his   head   to   keep   him   focused.   “do   i   have   to   do   this,   mr.   miyagi?   i’m   tired.   i   don’t   want   to   do   this   anymore.“   and   he   doesn’t   want   to   sound   broken   but   he   does.   he   can’t   look   at   the   second   tournament   trophy   without   cringing   to   himself,   his   whole   body   aching,   the   memory   of   silver   not   a   distant   one   to   make   him   just   forget. 

 he   looks   down   at   his   owns,   once   soft,   now   peppered   with   scars   and   white   marks   that   will   never   fade.   broken,   in   many   ways   his   mentor   might   never   see   and   ways   he   will   never   show   to   not   let   miyagi   hurt   too.   he   already   almost   lost   him   out   of   greed   for   wanting   to   win.   “maybe   karate   isn’t   for   me.“ || @ncmcrcy​

[zcrairon]

@ncmcrcy asked: i like the element of surprise . (kwon)

Eyebrowos   raised,   in   sheer   amusement   at   the   man's   proclamation.   "You   like   getting   your   ass   kicked.   That's   why   you   let   Nichols   boss   you   around.   And   your   Sensei."   And   For   a   moment   Zara   goes   back   to   her   phone,   a   simple   side   eye   toward   the   Cobra   before   looking   away   but   it   didn't   seem   he   wants   to   walk   away.   "Look,   I'm   not   going   to   give   away   any   secrets   or   teach   you   how   to   properly   do   a   kick   or   even   tell   you   Axel's   weak   points   because   he   has   none."   He   got   his   ass   beat,   share   and   square   and   perhaps   that's   what   the   other   hates   the   most.      

[zcrairon]

@ncmcrcy asked: how is this good news ? (axel)

"Because   we   are   so   close   to   the   finals.   And   that's   what   Sensei   wants."   And   she   brushes   the   sweat   off   her   face   as   she   looks   back   at   Axel.   She   had   hid   it   well,   but   the   way   Sensei   was   growing   more   and   more   exasperated   with   Axel,   alongisde   Mr.   Silver   worried   her.   Discipline   is   fine,   but   if   they   hurt   him   too   much,   he   might   not   want   to   participate,   or   be   unable   to.   "You   didn't   told   me   you   had   a   thing   for   little   Bonsai   over   there."   She   shakes   her   head   but   stays   mostly   in   her   lane,   as   she   sits   down   and   press   down   the   bag   of   ice   on   his   cheek   where   he   had   been   hit.  

"You   are   distracted,   and   Sensei   is   desperate.   I   never   saw   him   like   this."   Be   it   the   Silver   on   his   shoulder   or   just   the   desire   to   keep   the   Dragons   alive   after   being   closed   down,   she   does   not   know.   And   her   career   depends   on   it   too.   Her   sponsorships   were   still   dangling   by   a   thread   by   her   intagram   career,   her   dojo   and   Mr.   Silver's   donations   and   money.   The   ice   is   cold   on   her   hand   so   she   can   imagine   how   it   is   on   Axel's.   "What's   that   thing   Mr.   Silver   say?   Extreme   situations,   require   extreme   meassures."

[bonsaistrike]

@ncmcrcy asked for a session.

"It's   alright.   I   promise   it   doesn't   bite."   Inviting   Axel   to   her   home   might   be   odd,   but   she   did   asked   her   father   before   doing   so   and   he   had   been   okay   with   it.   Perhaps   her   father   saw   what   she   did,   regarding   the   mistreatment   he   had   at   the   hands   of   his   sensei.   And   while   the   same   sympathy   couldn't   be   extrapolated   to   Zara,   she   could   try   and   do   something   with   Axel,   considering   she   saw   the   moment   he   could've   hurt   Miguel   and   didn't.

  Sam   takes   off   her   shoes   as   they   come   by   the   Miyagi-Do   Dojo   and   smiles   as   she   often   does   toward   the   place.   "This   is   it.   Mr.   Miyagi's   old   home.   Well,   as   home   as   it   could   be   for   him,   I   suppose."   And   she   would   get   to   see   the   real   thing   soon.   Kumiko   had   wrote   her   to   say   that   she   and   Sato   preserved   parts   of   the   old   Tomi   Village,   to   preserve   the   legacy   of   her   grandfather.   "You   seem   to   adapt   so   easily   to   everything,   I   figure.   .   .why   not   this?"

[princecvbra]

here, hold this ice on your ribs. (from mama shan @ncmcrcy )

"Mom."   His   voice   is   only   a   gentle   warning,   laced   perhaps   in   a   child's   voice   that   does   not   want   his   mother   to   worry.   "You   really   didn't   had   to   fly   here   after.   .   .that."   But   of   course   she   did.   After   everything,   and   ever   since   rehab,   his   mother   had   go   above   and   beyond   about   being   there   for   him.   He   does   as   she   told   him,   the   ice   creating   a   nice   but   painful   comfort   to   his   ribs.   Truth   to   be   told,   the   ribs   are   the   least   of   his   worries   but   he   doesn't   want   her   to   worry   further.  

"I   am   not   the   one   who   was.   .   .well,   you   saw."   Everyone   saw.   It   could   had   been   him.   Hell,   it   could   have   been   anyone   really,   and   that   frighten   him,   remind   him   of   the   school   fight   and   how   that   one   moment   defined   a   year   and   a   half   of   his   life.   Yet,   the   tournament   seems   to   move   forward   and   so,   he   knows   he   only   has   a   few   weeks   perhaps   to   put   his   mind   back   into   focus.