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Kaname Chidori ([personal profile] pivotpoint) wrote in [community profile] crux_fleet2014-02-19 06:07 pm

[01 Σ Action]

Who: Kaname Chidori + Anyone
Where: Any Sports Center
When: Early Afternoon
Warnings: None, but you may want to check her permissions post? She can get "violent" during foul moods.

The loud crack of the bat filled the air as Kaname hit what would have been a home run if she were not hitting in a batting cage. Her proficiency in softball clearly showed. Time and time again she hit the ball nearly perfectly. However after hours of solo practice she began to falter. Kaname had come to blow off steam. Her questions and frustrations had been bothering her, and she still had to figure out how she was going to "contribute" to the ship. The most obvious answer was to enter their schooling system, but the descriptions of it were so different than what she was used to that she was wary. To take her mind off everything she practiced in the batting cage. This plan, however, backfired. With every hit of the ball she stewed over one point of irritation. Eventually the stress and some amount of dehydration got to her. Kaname hit a ball, with the tip of the bat, and the ball flew off to what would be a grievous foul. Pissed at her own failure she tosses the bat forward at the machine, cursing at it, because she wasn't going to blame herself for the screw up. Not in this mood. Automated systems began to scold her for improper treatment of the equipment, but she ignored the artificial voice and stomped out towards some vending machines.

She took off the helmet she wore in the cage, and stared at the selection of beverages. Sweat soaked her body, and she obviously looked worn. Kaname's eyes glazed over while trying to choose her drink. Mostly she was just tired physically, mentally, and emotionally. However to an onlooker she might just look like a complete jerk holding up the line at the vending machine. If no one called her out on it she eventually came to, and asked if anyone they have change because she didn't bring anything with her.

(Open to both prose and bracket style. Also feel free to catch her before she starts spacing out at the vending machine if your character may have been watching the batting practice.)
plotblackhole: (that cold stare)

[personal profile] plotblackhole 2014-02-20 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Move out of the way, fat ass!!"

That was certainly a high pitched shriek and it was coming from a blue bird that was now flitting around Kaname. The bird's 'owner' stood back a ways, glaring. Not at Kaname but at the annoying bird herself. He had warned Chika a thousand times not to go crazy while they weren't in the Granzon because people could fight back. Whatever happened to Chika was her own fault.
plotblackhole: (surprise)

[personal profile] plotblackhole 2014-02-21 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Shu never really considered himself an unlucky man. Nor one who could normally be surprised. Then again, as the fist came, he suddenly realized that he probably should have expected something.

Being sent flying was also pretty painful. But after he shrugged off all of that and pulled himself back up, looking unphased despite the now swelling mark on his face.

"I do believe you aimed at the wrong target."
plotblackhole: (come on bro seriously)

[personal profile] plotblackhole 2014-02-21 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
She could look scary but he wasn't really that frightening at all. Especially with his fancy labcoat style outfit. That didn't really add intimidation points at all. Especially now that he was brushing it off rather than actually paying attention to Kaname. It was his way of being a jerkbag back while waiting for his small blue bird to land on his shoulder.

"You certainly could have, yes. But it's not recommended. Assault charges on this ship are probably taken seriously."
plotblackhole: (that cold stare)

[personal profile] plotblackhole 2014-02-21 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"As I said, you're mistaken."

Of course, the bird doesn't hesitate to open it's mouth.

"Haha, you hear that dumbas-'

And was shut off when Shu used his fingers to shut her beak. "Chika...you've gotten me into enough trouble already." That was that. Of course, talking to a bird in his no nonsense way was probably the more disturbing thing here.
plotblackhole: (neck crick)

[personal profile] plotblackhole 2014-02-22 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"I doubt she'll apologize so I'll simply do it for her. If her words hurt your feelings, my apologies."

It probably hurt less than fists but he wasn't going to bring that up. As far as he cared, he was going to pretend that didn't happen.
plotblackhole: (that cold stare)

[personal profile] plotblackhole 2014-02-22 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"That, I'm afraid, is impossible. She'll do what she wants, just like any other person."

Thankfully, the tension was bleeding away so he released the bird's beak. Hopefully she wouldn't say anything and ruin it because he could finally get somewhere without having to worry about being physically maimed.
plotblackhole: (come on bro seriously)

[personal profile] plotblackhole 2014-02-22 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"I take it you aren't informed of the concept of magical familiars. Chika is certainly a being of her own with human intelligence. More than some, I would say."

Shu did make her, after all. The bird predictably puffed up in pride but it really was just a backhanded compliment.
plotblackhole: (come on bro seriously)

[personal profile] plotblackhole 2014-02-24 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you know the definition of magic?" No, he's not even mad. Just willing to explain things in case someone might be smart enough to learn.
weeabhoo: (contented//teal nomm with loppe)

[personal profile] weeabhoo 2014-02-20 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
Long months in the low gravity most Abh preferred had accustomed Jinto to running every day to keep his bones from decalcifying. It was a habit he figured he'd have to keep up if they got Basroil working again. Thus the burn in his lungs and quadriceps as he rounded the track. Eventually it got to be too much and, sucking air he stumbled off the track towards the drink machines.

The problem was, there was a girl there already, carrying a helmet much like the goalguards in minchu wore. She was taking a long time to pick out what she wanted to drink. But he was far too polite to say it, so he just stood there, swaying on unsteady legs, smiling awkwardly, trying to think of a polite way to let her know that he was waiting. He couldn't even sit down: venous pooling would make things even worse.
weeabhoo: (contented//teal nomm with loppe)

[personal profile] weeabhoo 2014-02-21 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Alright. Enough of this. If he didn't get a drink soon he'd keel over from dehydration. Anyway she looked pretty depressed. It was strange watching someone be this open with their emotions after being around Lafiel for so long, who bottled away negative emotions, aside from anger. He cleared his throat.

"If you're out of money for the machine I can lend you some..."
weeabhoo: (sweatdrop//Spaurgh just called me over..)

[personal profile] weeabhoo 2014-02-22 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
So this is where a lifetime of kindof going with the flow had gotten Jinto: paying a stranger to get out of the way of the vending machine. Great job. Way to stick up for yourself.

He fished around in his pocket and dropped two credit markers in her palm.

"The one at the top's usually the best. Don't drink the one at the bottom. It's for species with very different metabolisms."

As in it was so sweet you could feel your teeth rotting and burned your palate like you'd just swallowed a ball of wasabi.
weeabhoo: (contented//teal nomm with loppe)

[personal profile] weeabhoo 2014-02-23 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"You're welcome."

He dug in his pocket for more credits and slowly raised his hand to about the level of the slot, hoping the gesture would get her to realize that he wanted to use the machine too. If this didn't work he might have to resort to (gasp!) asking her to move.
weeabhoo: (halp//I promise not to eat another one!)

finally get to use this icon

[personal profile] weeabhoo 2014-02-25 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Jinto instinctively threw his arms up over his head, with a cry, as if expecting to be the recipient of the kick instead of the machine. Slowly he peeked over his own hands.

"...How did you do that?"