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deercountry2022-05-07 11:47 am
distant_one) wrote in deercountry2022-05-07 11:47 am
[Open] Long and Weary
Who: D, his Left Hand, and anyone
What: D arrives and wanders around and behaves strangely.
When: Early May
Where: Various places.
Content Warnings:: None in the prompts, will be added to subject lines as needed
Just after arriving in town for the first time
Outwardly, D was perfectly calm and collected despite having just washed up on a beach as a squid. He was dressed in his familiar hat and heavily patched great coat, his sword on his back and his blue pendant around his neck.
There was no sign that this was anything other than an ordinary day for him, except perhaps the fact that he was carrying a saddle and attached saddlebag over his left shoulder. That, and every now and then the fingers of his left hand would twitch.
While looking for somewhere suitable to store the saddle for which he had no use and to claim as a place to stay, a strange noise came from the vicinity of his hand and the saddle slipped from his grasp. Rather than immediately pick up the saddle, D flexed the ungloved fingers of his left hand and squeezed his hand into a tight fist a few times.
Watching the rain around town, a couple days after arriving
D had been around the city, but mostly kept out of plain view, visible often only as a dark figure blending in with the shadow of whatever was near. He wore his normal dark clothing, but now the robe he'd been given when he arrived was worn outside the heavy coat, and still wearing a glove only on his right hand.
Reassured of his self control, D ventured into areas with more people. He found unobtrusive places around more populated areas of the city to stand and observe, seemingly paying attention only to the rain. None of myriad of insects present throughout the city would come within a few feet of him. When they drew too close, they would suddenly decide to fly very quickly away from him.
When the rain was finished, D would move on to find another location to observe, but his steps caused not even a slight ripple when he stepped on a puddle.
Practice makes perfect, in a deserted, previously quiet alleyway
Even the slight changes in this existence were enough to have D test out his abilities and test the thousands of years he'd honed his skill and precision. D was still cautious and alert; he wasn't going to practice while anyone was watching. His senses were acute enough to catch the faint sounds of footsteps, or breathing, or even a heartbeat approaching over the soft sound of fracturing stone that echoed through the evening air.
D wasn't going to let people stop, but he also wasn't going to flee, either. Anyone who followed the sound of stone breaking, sharp but not too loud, would find D still in the location he'd chosen for his practice. He was calm and unmoving, his attention on a large block of quarried stone which had once likely been part of a larger structure.
The surface of the stone was no longer even, rough-hewn wooden needles protruding at various lengths and with cracks radiating out. They formed a grid pattern so unnervingly precise from center to center of each needle that they could have been used for measurement.
What: D arrives and wanders around and behaves strangely.
When: Early May
Where: Various places.
Content Warnings:: None in the prompts, will be added to subject lines as needed
Just after arriving in town for the first time
Outwardly, D was perfectly calm and collected despite having just washed up on a beach as a squid. He was dressed in his familiar hat and heavily patched great coat, his sword on his back and his blue pendant around his neck.
There was no sign that this was anything other than an ordinary day for him, except perhaps the fact that he was carrying a saddle and attached saddlebag over his left shoulder. That, and every now and then the fingers of his left hand would twitch.
While looking for somewhere suitable to store the saddle for which he had no use and to claim as a place to stay, a strange noise came from the vicinity of his hand and the saddle slipped from his grasp. Rather than immediately pick up the saddle, D flexed the ungloved fingers of his left hand and squeezed his hand into a tight fist a few times.
Watching the rain around town, a couple days after arriving
D had been around the city, but mostly kept out of plain view, visible often only as a dark figure blending in with the shadow of whatever was near. He wore his normal dark clothing, but now the robe he'd been given when he arrived was worn outside the heavy coat, and still wearing a glove only on his right hand.
Reassured of his self control, D ventured into areas with more people. He found unobtrusive places around more populated areas of the city to stand and observe, seemingly paying attention only to the rain. None of myriad of insects present throughout the city would come within a few feet of him. When they drew too close, they would suddenly decide to fly very quickly away from him.
When the rain was finished, D would move on to find another location to observe, but his steps caused not even a slight ripple when he stepped on a puddle.
Practice makes perfect, in a deserted, previously quiet alleyway
Even the slight changes in this existence were enough to have D test out his abilities and test the thousands of years he'd honed his skill and precision. D was still cautious and alert; he wasn't going to practice while anyone was watching. His senses were acute enough to catch the faint sounds of footsteps, or breathing, or even a heartbeat approaching over the soft sound of fracturing stone that echoed through the evening air.
D wasn't going to let people stop, but he also wasn't going to flee, either. Anyone who followed the sound of stone breaking, sharp but not too loud, would find D still in the location he'd chosen for his practice. He was calm and unmoving, his attention on a large block of quarried stone which had once likely been part of a larger structure.
The surface of the stone was no longer even, rough-hewn wooden needles protruding at various lengths and with cracks radiating out. They formed a grid pattern so unnervingly precise from center to center of each needle that they could have been used for measurement.
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It's exhausting and takes too much of their time to act as judge or police in these matters. He has enough on his plate dealing with the corrupted he's after now to do more than warn him, so when the saddle slips from his hand again, and he makes that comment, well... he is talking more than usual.
He opens his mouth to excuse himself and continue on his way when a secondary voice speaks up. His head snaps down in the direction it came from, and he steps back, weight set on the balls of his heels in a fighting stance. His demeanor changes, losing the neutral expression for stern focus.
"Who's there?" His eyes flick past the taller man, searching for the secondary voice.
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D pauses and observes the young man for a moment.
"My left hand just woke up, no one has snuck up on us." There's no amusement in his voice or expression, nor does he seem to be making much of an attempt to be reassuring, but he did at least explain the source of the voice.
"Hey, let's see how you like... well, I guess you already know, don't you."
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His stance grows lax and those mismatched eyes STAAAARE at that hand when the bodiless voice pipes up again. Shouto relaxes, no longer on guard, looking less surprised and more curious than anything.
"You have a mutant quirk."
At least, that's what it's called in his world of Heroes and quirks. He knows it's not blood magic. Almost a year here and he's never run across something like this that didn't stem from the world of the Sleeper.
"What's their name?"
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"I prefer to think of myself as a very close partner. My name is Left Hand. You can call me Mr. Left Hand." The small voice says, sounding very smug.
"If you encourage him, he'll never shut up." D can do without all the extra talking and pestering that his hand offers him.
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He shifts his gaze over to D. Is that really what you want to call your partner? One of his classmates, Tokoyami, has an entity within him too. Dark Shadow. But he doesn't call him a parasite. He's his partner, a friend.
"How are you speaking, Mr. Left Hand?"
Dark Shadow came out of Tokoyami, but he's not seeing any entity coming out of D. Was it... under his hat?
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"The way you talk about me, you'd think I was a leech, but I'm much more useful than that. I'm speaking with my mouth! I'd say hello face to face, as it were, but the fingers are busy right now." Holding the saddle, which D has no intention of setting down or moving to his right hand, and Left Hand can just deal with it. It's part of the job, after all.
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"Are you... hiding him?"
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"Do you have a shivering horse nearby? There's a possible beast on the loose in this area and any horse left outside are vulnerable to attack."
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It shouldn't be too hard to get a horse.
"Why are they shivering horses?"
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"They can sense corruption. They're a good indication that corruption is nearby or a beast. They have good instincts."
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"It's too bad my cyborg horse didn't come with me. It was a very determined creature."
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SIR! SIR! Excuse me, Sir! Did you just say CYBORG HORSES EXIST WHERE YOU'RE FROM?! DO YOU NOT SEE THIS FACE!!! THIS IS THE FACE OF SOMEONE WHO JUST HAD HIS MIND BLOWN! ISTG YOU JUST GOTTA SQUINT A LOT TO SEE IT!
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D either doesn't notice or doesn't care at whatever intense reaction is happening.
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"I don't think we have horses like that here, but there are nightmare steeds."
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They could simply be terrifying, or the could be something strange like only approaching during a nightmare.
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