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Clocktower (Tsukasa Tomiko Open Starter)
There was a good reason why Tsukasa chose the abandoned clock tower as her home. The clock hands no longer worked, drooping, hanging around 6:30 and neither did the bells. And as for the dial, well, a good third of it must’ve been chipped off, allowing the cold breeze to fly in. In such dismal shape, it was really no wonder why no one dared to enter this place.
Still, she supposed there were other reasons why she called the clocktower home- good view of the city, lots of space, privacy. A place to call her own. Home after she hung a few wind chimes up.
That’s why, with a vicious snarl, she aimed her bo stick at the intruder who had just climbed the last step.
“What are you doing here?!”
((I know you have a thread of this with Serenasterling too but Is it okay to reply?))
It had been a rough few weeks for Styx: calls falling through, empty leads and dead ends. Rough enough for one too many drinks and a badly played brawl at a local tavern. He had come to the tower to shake off the police who were no doubt sweeping the streets around where the bar had been.
He must be losing his edge to not have picked up on the subtle signs that the place was inhabited. Being half drunk didn’t help either, of course, but he was not one to hold to excuses. It was his own damn fault. Or luck. As chance would have it, he recognized the wielder of the staff and grinned crookedly, raising his red hands above his head.
“Peace, peace! I beg your pardon senorita. I promise my intrusion was anything but intended!”
She glared at him, refusing to move even a muscle. Whether he meant to come here or not, it didn’t change that fact that she was being imposed on, something she really didn’t appreciate. “Don’t. Move.” She demanded, taking another step closer so that her staff was barely touching his throat.
Upon noticing his red hands and how the substance (probably blood) dripped to the floor, she raised a brow. “Whose is that? Yours or someone else’s?”
His grin only widened at her snarling question. Oh the beauty of coincidence! He didn’t move, however, judging her as a skilled fighter with reflexes that would probably crush his throat before could draw. Not that he liked fighting in such close range to begin with.
“Not moving, not moving! See? Hands in the air means harmless, eh? Don’t worry about my hands, I crushed a strawberry smoothie by accident.”
If she fell for that, he would stab her with her own staff. She had unknowingly put herself in position for such a move and, though he was loathe to fight hand to hand, he did have some necessary skill where it was concerned. And he still had a fair pint of rum in his veins.
Hell I can’t pass this up. ( . )( . ) with Pinto and Panic just walkin’ around ’cause that’s what she does.
Pinto rounds the corner then stops, catching sight of Panic eating an ice cream cone, her breasts bare and nipples hard from the winter air.
“Oh hi Panic… aren’t you cold?”
He pulls off his scarf and offers it to her, “It’s freezing out, at least wear this."
He leaves it with her and goes on his merry way.
((Heh. Pinto is one who doesn’t see much of a difference between male and female breasts aside from functionality and since he’s accustomed to modeling shirtless doesn’t see anything weird about it. He’s p chill with nakedness in general tbh.)
Send me a ( . )( . ) for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours shirtless.
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❤ (from the # generator angst version)-Stick
(Sorry this is so late :P)
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9. My muse must abandon yours, to protect them. This is how my muse says goodbye.
Tsukasa pat the girl, who was barely a woman, on the head.The time had come. Too long, she had stayed here. Staying here any longer would only bring more of Lumen’s attention to her and those around her.
She was dangerous and no one, especially the kid, deserved to be in constant danger.
“I’ve got something for you,” She said quietly before shrugging her leather jacket off. She draped it around the youngster’s shoulders. “Keep it, okay?” She smiled grimly. “It’s yours now.”
Seven years.
Seven years since Tsukasa had left Kaede. Although technically, Tsukasa had been in the city multiple times before, many to check up on Kaede without the student’s knowing.
Letting the student know would’ve been dangerous.
Not anymore.
They were gone, finally and Tsukasa was free to do whatever. And instead of going back home to see Keiko, Tsukasa decided to come here. to check up on Kaede; whether Tsukasa wanted Kaede knowing her teacher has returned, Tsukasa wasn’t too sure.
Tsukasa watched the girl with the eye patch, bubblegum colored hair, and her old leather jacket leave the gym. Keeping in the shadows of the alleyway, she crossed her arms, which a own black leather jacket covered. Her eyes twinkled with pride as Kaede walked down the street.
You’ve grown, Kid. I bet you’ve already surpassed me by now.
Having already known where Kaede would head next, Tsukasa followed her into the subway. Hopefully she could find a seat far away from Kaede-
Darn it.
With no empty seats available, Tsukasa was forced to stand only a few feet away from where Kaede was sitting. Awkwardly, Tsukasa turned her back to her student, keeping one hand on the balance handles. She looked different enough, right?
Maybe not. The only difference Tsukasa could think in her appearance was the fact that she had long hair now, having grown it out.
At the next stop, an old woman hobbled into the car with a large carpet bag. She looked around and, finding no seat, went to hold on to the rail.
“Ma’am?"
Kaede got to her feet and gestured for the woman to take her abdicated seat. The granny smiled, gave a ‘thank you dearie’ and sat down shakily, releasing her load to the ground at her feet. The boxer, on the other hand, hoisted her bag to her shoulder and chose a handle next to a woman in a black jacket. Lurching forward with the start of the train, Kaede’s bag accidentally swung and bumped into that neighbor.
"Oh, crap, I’m sorry.” She turned around to apologize and frowned in partial recognition.
“Don’t worry about it kid.” Tsukasa murmured instinctively, not flinching at all from the impact of the bag. She gave a sideways glance at Kaede. Then she stiffened. Shoot, that definitely wasn’t supposed to come out like that. Tsukasa panicked- she wasn’t ready for this. She absolutely, definitely, totally was NOT ready for this. Not now. Not yet.
The train rattled beneath their feet as an awkward few seconds passed before Tsukasa decided the best course of action was to stare through the window nonchalantly. Hopefully, that would lose Kaede’s attention and the next stop would come soon, so that Tsukasa could make her escape…
Thankfully for Tsukasa, fate intervened in the form of a phone call. Kaede’s phone buzzed in her pocket and she dropped her bag to the ground to free up a hand to get it.
“Hello?… No. God Damn it. Where? WHERE FOR FUCK’S SAKE? Ok I’m sorry. Take seventh street I’ll meet, hello?"
The signal died and the train slowed to a stop. Kaede couldn’t afford to think about the familiarity of the woman now. Ami. They had Ami.
The train had barely reached the platform before the boxer forced the doors open with sheer willpower and leapt to solid ground, taking off unaware of weird looks.
And, in her haste, she had left her duffel bag at Tsukasa’s feet.
Tsukasa kept a nonchalant stance the entire time and only raised a brow when Kaede had sammed the train doors. She had forgotten how loud that girl could be when she wanted to be. Glancing at the duffel bay for a moment, Tsukasa made a split-second decision to grab the bag and jump off the train, just as the doors slid shut.
Just as before, she kept to the shadows, following Kaede to where she was headed. Tsukasa frowned- something was up. Whatever it was, it couldn’t have been good. She only hoped Kaede wouldn’t get hurt. Or that Tsukasa wouldn’t have to get involved- she didn’t bring her batan sticks with her this time around.
Kaede pounded up and out of the subway station, hari whipping behind her. She didn’t notice the woman following her until she had gone about a block and say the red duffel bag out of the corner of her eye. She began to slow before remembering the issue at hand.
That issue became an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the industrial district, surrounded by crumbling brick and vacancies.
The phone buzzed with a text. Plan?
She replied ‘scarlet’
ok…
Kaede looked around her then called softly to the shadows, “you can come out. I know you’re there.”
A good pint of pride surged through Tsukasa. Not only was Kaede quick, but she was also sharp as well. Well, Kaede could work on her recognizing stalkerish forces (that was definitely not Tsukasa) faster. The only other problem now was that she didn’t want Kaede to recognize her, but since Kaede had already noticed her…
One, two steps out of the shadows. Better to play it by ear, for now. “You left your bag on the train, kid.” Tsukasa stated casually, throwing the red duffel bag to her former student’s feet. “Thought you might be looking for it later.”
The bag landed with a thud and Kaede strode over to it, aquatted down, unzipped it, and pulled out a short length of chain. She wrapped this around her left forearm, clenching the two ends in her fist then looked over her shoulder at the woman.
"This is going to be ugly. You might… want to go… sister.”
The last part was barely a whisper. She had to stay focused on the task at hand. No new complications could distract her… and she would bite off her own tongue before asking for Tsukasa’s assistance. Kaede might not have been able to see her old mentor clearly, but she had not forgotten, and would never forget, that voice.
Of course, sister was slang she often used toward other people. She hoped the woman didn’t think anything of it.
She nodded sharply, keeping up the act. There was hesitance in the girl’s voice at the last word though Tsukasa didn’t know if Kaede intentionally used the word ‘sister’. But of course Kaede would recognize her- Tsukasa shouldn’t had underestimated her former student’s abilities. “Of course; don’t want to keep you waiting, after all.”
With uncharacteristically soft eyes, Tsukasa glanced at the chain wrapped around Kaede’s left forearm. Part of the woman wanted to follow Kaede wherever she was headed for, but the other part restrained her. Kaede was a big girl now; she had already flown from the nest.
Or rather, Tsukasa released her from there a long time along.
Shoving her hands into her leather jacket pockets, she took a quick look at Kaede’s legs before spinning around. “Right then; I’ll leave you to it. Just remember- strong foundation. Do that and you’ll be just fine.”
Kaede nodded and started walking toward the warehouse then, turning on a dime, sprinted back to Tsukasa, embracing her. There was no time for a prolonged hug, and Kaede quickly let go, but nevertheless she gazed into her mentor’s eyes for a long moment before turning once more, focusing the entirety of her concentration on the problem at hand.
Maybe someday they would meet again.
((you wanna wrap it up?))
Clocktower (Tsukasa Tomiko Open Starter)
There was a good reason why Tsukasa chose the abandoned clock tower as her home. The clock hands no longer worked, drooping, hanging around 6:30 and neither did the bells. And as for the dial, well, a good third of it must’ve been chipped off, allowing the cold breeze to fly in. In such dismal shape, it was really no wonder why no one dared to enter this place.
Still, she supposed there were other reasons why she called the clocktower home- good view of the city, lots of space, privacy. A place to call her own. Home after she hung a few wind chimes up.
That’s why, with a vicious snarl, she aimed her bo stick at the intruder who had just climbed the last step.
“What are you doing here?!”
((I know you have a thread of this with Serenasterling too but Is it okay to reply?))
It had been a rough few weeks for Styx: calls falling through, empty leads and dead ends. Rough enough for one too many drinks and a badly played brawl at a local tavern. He had come to the tower to shake off the police who were no doubt sweeping the streets around where the bar had been.
He must be losing his edge to not have picked up on the subtle signs that the place was inhabited. Being half drunk didn’t help either, of course, but he was not one to hold to excuses. It was his own damn fault. Or luck. As chance would have it, he recognized the wielder of the staff and grinned crookedly, raising his red hands above his head.
“Peace, peace! I beg your pardon senorita. I promise my intrusion was anything but intended!”
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