Kageyama Shigeo (
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Who: Mob, Viktor and others
What: december log catchall for my characters
When: december and potentially beyond
Where: around the trench
Content Warnings: in thread headers
What: december log catchall for my characters
When: december and potentially beyond
Where: around the trench
Content Warnings: in thread headers
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He holds him just for a second before letting Mob find his feet, and that's around when Robby feels the bump to his leg, looks, a small nod without even really recognising the omen's message. Just, that's Mob's omen and they care about Mob, and same here, buddy.
Which is why Robby's focus is on Mob primarily, looking back at him, his hands resting on his shoulders as he's looking him over. Mob stealing his question, but- ]
I'm fine. They didn't get you? [ It doesn't look it, but he'll let Mob speak, even if Robby wants them to get away from here quickly. ]
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the trench is dramatic so he doesn't know. either way whew, they're okay.
he wants to apologize, but the shibe whines softly to remind him of the situation and mob says instead,] We should probably leave. I sensed some more around, though I don't think they're very close. [there's that good common sense. shibe is relieved. save his two special boys, thanks.]
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Alright, tell me if that changes. You too, [ he says to Shibe there, and he'll let his own omen come back out from his staff to the snowy ground, shrouded as always and going on ahead to defend their front!!
Robby waits until they're encroaching into the city again to speak; the city holding its own dangers, but the forest more so. He's settled his staff on his back with his bag, the back of his hands covered by a type of sheathed gauntlet he can throw over his fists if he needs to. ]
I don't know what you did back there, but -- thanks. [ He looks at Mob briefly, expression warm. ] Was a lot more than an exorcism. I hope.
[ Okay, that 'I hope' is definitely a joking addition, a quirk of a smile given if Mob looks at Robby. Hope you didn't exorcise him or anything, buddy!! (whatever that would mean under this circumstance) ]
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shibe agrees wholeheartedly with this mission, a soft boof when robby directs that to him. he takes to following behind them to keep an eye out. good, good boys on guard today.
leaving the forest helps the weird, tingling paranoia that seems to threaten if he isn't careful. it also helps the smell, because really, could do without the whole decaying flesh thing forever. he's thinking about why there are even traps around - for the zombies maybe? - when robby says that.
the warm expression eases him a little, that he didn't do something wrong. he didn't exactly ask to power him up like that after all.] Ah, yes. I gave you some of my powers, sort of. Or psychic energy? I think it mostly just made what you can already do better. And other things.
[it's only something he's really done one time, so how it works is a bit beyond him. the time he did it for master reigen was a bit, hm, more dramatic all around.] You were really cool looking. [very seriously said. robby must be made aware he looked very karate.]
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[ Mob!!! ...and omen too, but Mob. ]
You know, I did something like that when I first showed up here too. My blood-- we thought I could make other people's powers stronger, but your blood just gets weird every month. I liked the idea of it though, if I was going to have a power. It's a good one to have.
[ Yes, that last part is more about Mob's power being a good one to have. A++, would be made stronk again.
But there is something personal he wants to ask, and he wonders if he should. It might be good to know though, so: ]
You can't use that power any way yourself? On those things, or getting away?
[ How versatile is it? ]
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blood weirdness each month- huh, that was new to him. he makes note of it, though once again robby is winning shibe points with the subtle nod to mob's power being a nice one.] It's nice to be able to do, more than other things I think. It can be hard not to overwhelm people though.
[make them too strong, really.
robby's question is a valid one. frankly a very fair one, given he pulled robby into that situation he could have handled pretty easily.] I can.
[and he slows to a stop, on whatever little street they're on, looking at the ground. he... needs to be honest about this, he thinks. he's been considering talking to sensei about it, or miss makima, but it's daunting. it seems a bit fitting it's robby in a way.
(maybe it will be fine. 81%, 82%)]
I can't... always control my powers. At home it was pretty rare but- but it was still really, really bad if it happened. People got hurt, or places got destroyed.
So I haven't been using them much here. I don't- [want them. want to hurt anyone. know what to do.] I don't know what corruption will do. Or being a beast.
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But Robby stops as Mob does, not asking why he has. There's some distance between them and where they are, and they have their omens (as well as Mob's own power) to look out for them. And even with Mob's usually placid expression, he can tell that what he's building up to say means something to him.
So he listens, to a problem he's never had to dealt with before. A problem that Mob has, except did he know what to do then when he doesn't know what to do now? Robby presses his lips together tight, and he doesn't know if it'll help, but... ]
When Tory first got here, she couldn't control her power either. She'd make items, knives, living things when she got mad, and she needed help to get it under control. I don't know the guy who helped her, but I can see if he can help you? We can visit him together.
[ But he wants to offer more than that, pausing with a small silence. ]
...if there's one thing about how crazy and bad this place can get, it's that whatever you can do that that's made your life...different from everyone else back home, [ different, isolated, alone, ] there's a lot of people like that here, too. Actually, being the idea of not normal back home? Makes you pretty normal here.
[ His nose wrinkles as he tips his head with that, mouth pulled into his cheek as he looks at Mob, a face that says, can you believe that? ]
So whatever's going on with your powers - I bet someone can help you out.
1/2 it's time baby, again sorry for the essay
mob lifts his head though, the tension of his shoulders easing down a bit. it's not as though he expected robby to shun him about it in the slightest, but maybe his own low opinion of the matter made it hard to think people wouldn't feel the same. he didn't really expect any way to help either, not something as tangible as someone to maybe talk to. someone with a similar experience too.
(grateful, again, though there's that ever present spark of fear. failing, what failing could mean for the people who have been so kind to him. 90%)
he has things to say to that, mentioning miyagi-do and inner balance and maybe that could help, asking about the person who helped tory. but robby starts talking again and mob's eyes widen a little as he does.
once, a very long time ago, when he was scared of his power and much younger he tried to find someone who could help him. that person sat him down with tea as he stumbled through explaining himself. that person said 'you're a human being like everyone else.'
master reigen said a lot of things that shaped his life that day. you should never use your powers against other people. that everyone had talents and quirks, no one ability was better than another. that it didn't make you weird or special, you're just a person like anyone else. normal.
(95%, 96%, 97%, 98%)
mob's powers are tied to his emotions, which doesn't sound unlike tory getting mad and making things. (there's a lot of people like that here too, robby said.) he tries to deal with that by controlling his emotions as carefully as he can, but it's not that simple, is it? pressure builds, and eventually that pressure need release.
mostly he's been afraid lately. normal kind, beasts and nearly drowning and zombies and traps aren't exactly fun. a lot of it is what he said, unease about himself, corruption, what could happen if he messes up. people being nice to him both helped and made it scarier. they could be the ones to get hurt. it's terrible to think about.
it would have been very easy for fear to be the thing that explodes in him. it would have been bad, probably. something else has been building beside it though, warring with it. something that takes the lead when robby says 'Makes you pretty normal here.' When he informs someone can help him out.
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a few things happen at once. the shibe turns to move closer, not exactly alarmed but clearly aware something was about to happen. the pressure in the air gets thick, clumps of snow and little stones rising all around them. mob's hair rises and his aura flares intensely, more colorful than before, warmer colors bleeding in with the blue-purple it usually is.
the explosion is a bit like a shockwave, though that flaring aura seems to engulf robby and his omen gently. all around things happen- plants begin to burst into intense bloom despite the ice and temperature, the snow melts to reveal green. a few windows crack and shatter, glass lifting in the air and reflecting the bright colors around.
a few things can happen with robby too, of course. it's probably not unlike being given that power before, though so much more intense. any tears or wear to his clothing might fix itself, injuries or aches might be swept away. he might feel stronger again in a more general way, like a very refreshing nap or the high of a good run. it might be a little too much, bordering on nausea. the pressure might also border on too much, close to alarming for several moments before it eases with a snap.
there's certainly a warmth everywhere, in the bubble of this power and in feeling. it floods everything, likely brushing against robby's own feelings. 100% gratitude for everything, the tension snap of a lot of fear being eased. all the times mob politely, mildly said thank you now put into a much deeper context of how much it really meant under his placid looks and small smiles.
the intensity fades quickly enough, leaving them standing in the bright greenery of happy, overgrown blooms growing through the cracks of the stone path. it ends abruptly a few feet away where the power didn't reach, back to snow and slush. glass gently moves itself back to place, though now it leaves an odd mosaic where the colors of before seem to have tinted it different hues. the shibe sits like it's relieved.
mob just blinks, the intensity of the emotion back to mild confusion and a little embarrassment as he glances around.] Ah... Um.
I'd... like to meet that person.
[haha.]
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And what fourteen-year-old boy far from home and with a power that most people don't have, can't do with hearing that?
Robby doesn't expect it to get the reaction it does, though.
He's not inclined in any way to power, though his chi training with Sasuke might-- no, actually, sorry, he's useless at this stuff. To Robby there's just a rush, a sensation that makes him move backwards for something that can't be moved away from. He doesn't know what Mob's doing, and admittedly, there is a confusion, a panic.
And then there's what happens outside of Robby's own mind and around them. The smashed windows, the dormant plants being given a second lease at life, and Robby feels--far, far too exhilarated, dizzying so. Mob's blue looks fantastically blue, and even as that power dies away, the glass fitting itself back into place, the world just seems so --
loud.
Robby is left staring at Mob, baffled into silence. Even his omen is watching the group with confusion. ]
...Sure.
[ okay. yes. contact the person, they can do that. ] I'll message Tory...and we can get out of here?
[ Said, with a look back at the glass...that's in its window, but. Still.
(He hasn't even noticed the new length to his hair, or his nails, at that.
But then--there's a few adjustments that will take time for Robby to realise.) ]
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it's cathartic, it always is. a weight off, even as shame tugs at him for letting it get like this. nowhere near actually losing full control, those he doesn't remember at all until he comes to, but enough. his legs feel a little wobbly, drained from the power used. the bubble they're in is still warm like a nice spring day and will probably remain warm and blooming for quite a long time, or until the trench or a pthumerian override it.
he glances to robby after assessing things again quickly (the windows looked pretty now, like stained glass kinda, but he still broke them. did he have to pay to get them fixed back to normal now? did people even live around here?) and he notices that longer hair. it makes him blink, unaware that was something he could do. a shame, hanazawa probably would have appreciated that after the whole shaved head thing.
mob nods to that, starting forward with his omen sticking close to his side this time. leaving the bubble is when he glances over again]
S-sorry, about... that. And your hair. It looks nice like this though. [he attempts. at least he could just cut it?? still probably rude to shove a bunch of psychic power into someone and make their hair grow without asking.]
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He doesn't even know what Mob means right away, focusing on that -- and he touches his head with a 'huh?', and feels properly the way it's hanging now. The strands are longer, and he isn't really sure what to think about that. Honestly-- ]
Are you okay, Mob? [ --now is really the time to talk about what's important. ] Is that what happens? When you use your powers?
[ There's nothing accusatory, just a consideration: is that the problem? Because maybe it wasn't bad, but -- if that's going to happen each time, they sure need to be careful, don't they?
(Oh, he should text Tory. See about getting Obi-Wan's contact from her.) ]
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Um... [this is something he needs a moment to think about how to answer. walking through the snow, shibe watching out for them both with comical fierceness.] Not when I use them, exactly. My powers are tied to my emotions. The stronger my emotions are the more uh- the more things like that happen.
I was just- [another pause. being open about this sort of stuff is weird, but he feels like robby deserves as much honesty as he can manage.] I've been really scared, I guess, since coming here. But you made me feel better, and have been so nice, it all sort of... came out like that.
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It's--good however, to hear he's been helping. Robby doesn't need the validation, but he has been worried about the kid showing up here from his own home; no family, no friends, in a city like this. It's a second chance for some people, but others? No one deserves this place.
But they get it anyway, whether they do or don't. ]
If you ever start feeling like that, [ he starts, a situation like this kind of new, but-- he slows to a stop, just briefly, for this. ] --You can call me, alright? I won't lie, it can get tough around here, but if you think you need to get out of something, or need somewhere to let it out? We'll find something. Until you can get a better hold of it.
[ Something's going to happen, surely. He hasn't even met the beasts, the assholes that grab people. But Robby looks at him now, hoping, hoping he can help that future Mob for whatever's to come. ]
But whatever happens, we'll figure it out. No matter how bad it gets.
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I know I should probably learn to be more comfortable using them here too. [he glances at his hand and isn't sure how to start with that in the slightest. well. maybe one way, as he glances back to robby.] Making you stronger wasn't bad at all. And you know what to do with power like that.
I guess I mean if you need that help you can call me too? [he doesn't think this is at all a fair trade, but he supposes helping people isn't really a transaction. robby's definitely doing more for him by a lot.]
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Sure -- you think that'd help you practice? If you don't get to give people cool moves to fight with often, you could ask Mister LaRusso, or some people at the dojo. It can be a part of your training?
Maybe there's other cool ways you can learn to use it.
[ The possibilities might be endless, with what Robby's learning about his powers from 'oh I do exorcises, please imagine The Exorcist' (and guess what wasn't like The Exorcist at all!) ]
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I think it could. Maybe... maybe it could help people learn their own powers better. [that seems like a far off dream, but it's nice to imagine.]
I guess I should ask sensei what he thinks. I was going to maybe ask him about all of this. I was hoping learning inner balance might help with um.
[a glance backwards. a glance at robby's fabulous new hair. yes, that.]
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You should talk to him about it. Another teacher can't hurt if the other guy turns out to be any good, too -- you should find out what works for you.
[ It's important!! But also, maybe important: ]
Where were you headed to anyway, before all that happened? [ A wave back the way they came. ] I'm here now; I'll take you.
[ Maybe they were even going the same way?? ]
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[it'll be easier, now that he's told robby and it went so well. his confidence certainly got a little boost from that. robby is the truest bro.
ah right, what was he doing? he considers a moment before remembering,] Oh, I was looking for something for Jun. He's part of the dojo too? He said he's recovering from being hurt and hasn't gone out much, so I thought he must be pretty bored.
I didn't really have a plan I guess. [he Wandered. it was not a good idea, sorry about him.] Weren't you doing something though?
[before fighting zombie coyotes for a 14 year old in a tree. normal day.]
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[ There's certainly no gameboys. ... Which, with a pause and somewhat half-joking: ]
Worse comes to worst, I'll ask Tory to make a gameboy. She probably played pokémon.
[ Gotta catch them all??? ]
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[makes one wonder what christmas shopping in the trench looks like. spooky, i guess. either way mention of tory's power has mob looking up at the sky to seriously say:]
Her power is really cool. [gameboy conjuring? what more could you want from a superpower.] I think Jun would like that. It has sea creatures, sort of.
[and he takes a moment to picture jun as a water type gym leader. fitting.]
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[ Simple, easy. There's a few other things he wants to check out, but going around crafts shops with Mob should be fun enough. Maybe the kid can find some stuff in them for Jun, too.
As for a gameboy: ] I can ask. We'd have to round over to the orphanage if she can, but maybe we can get one for you each. Do some trading? [ Ha. ] Okay, I can't promise that much. But I'll send a text.
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[he does not know her but robby is obviously friends with her and those shoes were great. that and he feels a level of empathy with anyone who also had wanky powers causing trouble without meaning to.
so, add this soldier to the fight.] I'd like to help. Maybe I can get something for Miss Makima too.
[and robby, and sensei. hm. probably not with robby around for the first one, he's pretty sure it's supposed to be a surprise.]
Only if she can. I bet her power is pretty tiring to use. [how much mental energy does it take to make a gameboy, the age old question.]
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I was surprised people would celebrate it here, but I guess it's a good excuse for presents. [ Ah. ] There was a Japanese one a pair had here with everyone the start of the month. The Rinne festival? You heard of that one?
[ Have you heard about a Naruto festival, Mob?? At least this directs their steps towards Cellar Door -- the best district for shopping. Hopefully, enough places would be open. ]
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I guess when things are so dramatic all the time it's nice to have fun things. I like the idea of giving people presents too, everyone's very nice here. [they deserve some gifts. also asking mob his weeb status, truly. then again can you be a weeb if you are also an anime character.] Rinne? No, I haven't. This time of year we don't celebrate much besides the new year. Some people get chicken and cake for christmas though.
[at least the snow isn't too high right now, and walking into the more shop-centric area of cellar door has mob looking around curiously. and immediately point out a window with some very trench typical creepy dolls in them.] Those are haunted.
[said with the small smile of a kid having a good time window shopping. this was fun.]
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