May you have the strength

[bartenderizing]

Who: Shizuo and YOU (Along with some things specifically for others)
When: July 11th - 20th (All of OOC May)
Where: Both the Near and Far Shores!
What: After a lot of shit happening, Shizuo's finally working to improve figure himself out. Maybe get to be a better shinki and less of a hassle to be out with or around. Maybe he'll develop better self esteem, too.




Open A. Take it easy (I'm new) - Near Shore, Izumo's bar 11th-14th

[ Those who normally attend Izumo's bar, most particularly during the day, will either wonder if there's suddenly a work uniform or if an impersonator had been hired. While in a vest and bowtie instead, there was a clear similarity in that this man and the actual owner were both blond, similarly aged and had similar tastes in sunglasses that were worn indoors.

At the beginning of this time period, it was more likely to see the two at the bar together. After that first week of training, Shizuo's left to the day sharks, being alone and managing the bar. When the door opens, he pauses the cleaning to give something close to a proper greeting. ]

Hey- er, welcome. Go ahead and take a seat.


Open B. Sorry, am I intruding? - Far Shore 10th & 11th

[ It turns out that using abandoned temples for a person's own project was a more common thing than he thought. Turns out, one place he walked around was being used as a school! Then some of the simpler and/or grungy temple lands seemed like they had lost their gods as well. One property looked like it was just a really dense forest.

It definitely made things awkward when Shizuo poked on in to scope the area out. ]


Open C. It starts with a crash - Far Shore, abandoned temple 12th and on

[ It was the end of consistently having quiet days if you either stayed or regularly walked by this neglected property. After having found it, this location had quickly become an area where, for a couple hours every day, you could either hear and/or feel the vibration of heavy things hitting the ground. The cloud of dirt getting kicked up into the air was also a rare sight.

Strangely enough, there's no actual equipment on the land. Just a single guy, most likely taking a break, sitting on a half-standing brick fence and taking out a cigarette. Either that or pushing a support pillar back into place to keep the derelict building as close to one piece as was possible at this point. ]


Open D. Puberty was the worst July 16th

[Waking up seemed normal enough, but everything was bigger and he was suddenly twelve. Which maybe he could've dealt with in most situations, but Shizuo was also keenly aware that he really was an adult. Which meant he had to figure out what the hell was going on. Even worse, his teenage goddess was even younger, and there was no way he could responsibly take care of a tiny child. Even younger- especially younger.

Which is why he's going through, trying to figure out who was changed, and seeing if anyone has any clue as to what's going on. While not limited to these areas, he's checking the temples of people he knows, the school, and even seeing if there's people at the park or library (despite having never been to that last one.)

I just wanna know what the hell's going on.

[Being at this age is frustrating as hell. ]


Open E. Even broken, I'll kick your ass July 17th

[ If you're 'lucky' enough to catch him early on the 16th, Shizuo is the image of a broken child. Turns out, as a child, Shizuo was a brunet. Seven years old, with a neck brace, a cast on his arm and having it slung tightly against his chest, this is the epitome of a grumpy child walking through the streets of the Far Shore. Except with the child voice comes a very adult tone and use of words. ]

This really fuckin' sucks!

[ At which point, in the fit of anger, he kicks a nearby tree rather hard. Enough that there's a cracking sound as the tree not only loses the bark in that area but also splinters at the area of impact. However the small boy is very still as a look of dread goes on his face as the pain in his leg leaves him in a kind of shock. ]

Ow. Shit. Fuck.


Open F. I'll remember all of this July 16 & 17th

[The rest of the two days, the biggest change is the ace bandage that's around one of his legs when going around. He's mostly checking places and temples of the people he knew, but as time goes on, there's an issue. Without help, the mess of brown hair just gets more and more unruly.

Even more, there's a bottle of milk in his hand, and after trying for a little bit (and failing, because he can't do anything with one arm without a lot of pain,) he ends up holding the bottle up at the next person he sees. ]

Hey, can you open this for me?


Closed to Sharak

[ It was after a couple of texted photos, finally finding an abandoned temple that seemed to get enough approval, before the plan to get Sharak's help could actually go anywhere. Even before things were done, it looked like the land had its share of problems. The building still had some decent points of framework and walls standing, but there was more than enough sections of rubble and... a boulder against or in a mound of earth? It was definitely a mix of having been through some things and nature taking over.

There was no doubt that people weren't using this land already.

Having already been there to take the pics, it probably doesn't leave the best impression that Shizuo was wearing clothes more set for a casual day than one meant for the serious training that he asked for. (Though he's probably not aware of just how brutal the Sanzo could be.) Which is why, by the time she shows up, he's sitting on the grass, leaning back and enjoying the sun. Though not relaxing to the point that he doesn't recognize Sharak coming up- He's paying enough attention to raise a hand in greeting when she gets to the entrance. ]

Yo. So I'm not sure where to get started on all this, but it seemed like a good enough place.


Semi-closed for Izumo

[ Between 'training' at the bar and Izumo having spent a few days at Yona's temple, a lot of things had come about. Given how easy it was to spend time in silence, just relaxing or taking a nap (as Shizuo was far more likely to do,) there hadn't been many times where the two had actually clashed on anything. Most likely in part with Izumo's experience in handling hot-headed types. Though it was a little more clear that Shizuo had pretty specific triggers to his temper, and that he wasn't someone who itched to fight. That was more a natural reaction.

Then the mention of borderlines came up, which seemed like the second time he ever really heard about it. Which led to now, in one of the bigger open rooms in the temple, where the two blonds were.

Because Shizuo never knew how to make them, which would be bad in the long run. It wasn't hard to guess how easy it was for the guy to go after such things more physically. Which came with its own risks, way beyond breaking things he'd never mean to.

After opening up the outdoor halls to have some cool air running through the place. Being an old fashioned building, this was the best way of cooling off. ]

That should be good enough while doing this... However the hell this is supposed to be done.


Et Al

[ This is a log for all of May. Don't feel bound by what I put up originally. Yona's temple is another good place to start things, or just out on the streets of the Near Shore. ]

Comments

[toremainbehind]

[Dealing with Shizuo isn't all too different from dealing with Mikoto truthfully. The two have their fair share of resemblances that makes it easy for Izumo to deal with Shizuo, even though the other blond is quick to feel guilty if he ends up destroying something.

Offering to teach him how to do borderlines was one thing Izumo could do while he currently stays over at Yona's temple.

He looks around, taking in the area and he nods.]

Yeah, this place will do.

[bartenderizing]

[ It's as quick and easy for him to feel guilty as it does for him to cool off from that temper. Which was both a blessing and a curse in its own ways. ]

Good. Even if it does get too hot, we could just go over to one of the pools to cool off.

[ There really were a lot of things to Yona's temple that evened out with getting used to something so Traditional. ]

So. Why don't you show me how this thing's supposed to be done.

C

[drops_acid]

[Cardia sometimes took walks out this way because the property was abandoned. No chance of running into people. Until today.

The crashing noises are a concern and she's just having a quick peek to make sure no one is hurt. There's only one person there though. But he certainly isn't injured. So what were all those noises?]

Pardon me?

[bartenderizing]

[ The dirt that had been kicked up during the crash was most likely towards the end of settling back down, over to where a pile of rubble was. The pile was honestly always there, it was the size and arrangement that had been changed during the time of those noises.

When Cardia does peek in, it's at about the same time that Shizuo was taking a cigarette out to start lighting up. Dirt and dust were over his clothes and on his hands, but otherwise it seemed like the guy was perfectly fine and just relaxing. Of course this was in expecting that things would be fine, having similarly chosen this area for the distance it normally had from people. So Shizuo gets off the broken stone fence just in case something was wrong. ]

Ah shit. You're okay, yeah?

A

[lovemguns]

[ It's good to find a bar though it's a big difference from the saloons and the likes Butch is used to. But he's not afraid of trying new things. It's obvious that he's never been at the bar before considering the curious look in his eyes. But he's also interested in the stranger who just told him to sit, because he's just as interested in meeting new people as he is in seeing new places. ]

Thanks, lad. [ He does as he's told then. ] I ain't never been to a saloon like this, there're an awful lot of things back there I ain't familiar with. [ He's definitely looking curiously at all the bottles that are visible. ] What can ya suggest to a Heaven greenhorn?

[bartenderizing]

[ It takes him a few seconds, and there's the clear look of someone who doesn't quite follow along with what someone's saying before the bartender figures it out. At least for the most part.

At least for Butch, there's some things that don't entirely change. While branded and some with flavors, there's still gin, whiskey, vodka, tequila and more. ]

Ah, yeah. If you're from another world, it can take a bit to get used to everything. What would you normally get back home?

[ Sometimes it was easier to start with the familiar. ]

B - Far Shore 10th

[reformedsinner]

[Hakkai's sweeping the courtyard in the morning when Shizuo pauses by the door, and he stops, raising his eyebrows at the other man. Jeep lifts his head from his perch on an overhanging tree branch, chirping curiously.]

Why, hello. Can I help you?

[bartenderizing]

[ This was definitely one of the obviously used abandoned temple areas, to where even Shizuo could tell. Hakkai being there only made it even more obvious- Shizuo remembering the guy mostly because of the ears and unique markings. ]

Ah, yo. It's been a while.

[ Which is true. Though it was a slight deflection to what was happening- or it would have been, but Shizuo continues. Why did it feel like he was caught doing something slightly wrong by a teacher? ]

I was, uh, checking around the abandoned temples. For training.

C is for Crashing! :D

[darkestbefore]

[ Shizuo has been spending a lot of time elsewhere lately, which Yona is fine with, but it also has her curious, especially when she knows he's not expected at the bar just yet.

So when she feels the tug of their bond from not far away as she's heading back to her temple, she pauses a moment to debate before going to investigate.

The sound of crashes and the feel of the earth rumbling under her feet has her hurrying in sudden alarm, hoping that whatever happening isn't too dangerous.

When she feels that she's close, she starts looking around for him. ]

Shizuo? Are you here?

[bartenderizing]

[ It's at this time where Shizuo's pushing a stone pillar, which was one of the supports for some structure, back into place. Yet he pauses at hearing the voice. ]

Hah- Yona?

[ Which pings into his mind- he doesn't know how stable the area is. Meaning this could be dangerous. So he raises his voice a little as a heads up type of warning. Being pressed into the pillar, he can't actually see where his young goddess was. ]

Oi, don't get too close.

[bussounoshima]

[Sharak's not dressed any different than normal either, though considering her normal attire that likely isn't a surprise to anyone. She stands over Shizuo and looks down at him with a raised eyebrow though, judging his own clothes and relaxed posture.]

The place is fine. [Then she gives him a sharp kick in the ribs with her foot.] On your feet.

[Shizuo asked for her help with training and Sharak intends to give it. Unfortunately, when it comes to things related to survival and fighting, Sharak only knows one way to learn.

It's not the nice way.]

[bartenderizing]

[ It probably says something that Sharak's kick probably didn't have quite the impact that she probably wanted. His upper torso was certainly pushed back a bit past that comfortable leaning angle, but just that alone was clear for the monk to tell that he was a little more solid than people normally are. Especially for how little muscle he had. (This was actually more of an effect than most people in Ikebukuro had when directly attacking him.)

Even more, the blond looked mildly alarmed and confused by the change in demeanor. Absolutely no register of pain. ]

Okay... The hell was that for?

[ He'll just get up onto his feet. ]

A! >.>

[thevanguard]

[ Yata was having a crappy day. Waking up with his god and her temple gone had been the rudest awakening he'd had in... well as far as he could remember didn't stretch back so far as it was supposed to anymore, but you get the idea.

He'd spoken to Izumo earlier over the BBS so maybe it's not so much a surprise that he pushes through the door of the bar now, skateboard tucked under one arm and looking like he wanted to punch something. Or maybe just get drunk. That would help, right? ]

Izumo!

[ He calls out, not really looking all that closely at who was behind the bar, other than having acknowledged that someone looking enough like him was standing there that he didn't think twice.

He flops into the nearest bar stool and drops his head atop the bar with a quiet thud. ]

Please get me drunk. Really really drunk.

[bartenderizing]

[ It probably said something that Shizuo was actually used to people calling him Izumo. Some, like the humans that didn't think too hard on the appearances of Far Shore residents, would never be able to tell them apart. Usually the living people didn't think past 'barkeep' or 'bartender' though, so Shizuo figured this was just someone from the Far Shore who couldn't see the difference.

It wasn't the first time.

At the very least, people realize it when Shizuo speaks, just for how much deeper his voice was. ]

Right... I dunno about that, but what do you usually drink?

[ He's not about to start pouring vodka if you're someone who gets drunk off of stouts. ]

C.

[disciplineking]

Well, Hibari sort of vaguely heard Shizuo around the temple, remembering him as the blonde asshole who threw a ball at him at the festival, but unfortunately, Hakkai found him before the shinki could attack him properly.

So instead he wandered around after he left, after however long it took, he eventually happened upon another of the abandoned temples he and Hakkai had visited in their search for the school. This one was a little more destroyed and dilapidated and the crashing sound he'd heard was definitely a piece of rubble being thrown by the blonde guy.

This of course, cemented his belief that he really wanted to fight the guy, and since he looked like he was just training, Hibari decided to help him with it.

By throwing a giant rock at him, with the help of his chains.

[bartenderizing]

At this point, Shizuo was mostly trying to clear an area. Being unaware of what Sharak's training would entail at this point, it seemed like there should be an open place to start. So without realizing how heavy the rubble probably is, everything was getting moved. That way he was ready for most things, no matter how this training was supposed to go. Little did he know, he'd never be prepared for a Sanzo's method of training.

Until something hit him square in the back, pushing him forward a few steps from the size and force. Standing up straight, Shizuo started to brush his back off somewhat before doing anything else. "Where the hell did that come from?"

Except he finally started looking around, finding the boy after a couple of seconds. "Ya know, that kinda thing is dangerous. Knock it off."

Shizuo didn't even remember that this was the kid that threatened to bite him to death. So much for an amazing impression, Hibari.

C

[sonofson]

[Abandoned temples are nothing new to Goten. He frequents them a bit mostly out of curiosity. But there have been a few that Izumo and him have found to be good spots to train. With that in mind, the young boy perks seeing a seemling familiar blonde mop of hair from above. He flies a bit lower to get a better look and it's almost unmistakable upon sitting the cigarette in his hand.

If Izumo is at an abandoned temple then it's got to be for training! The corners of Goten's mouth pull up into a playful grin as he zooms down towards Shizuo almost full speed. He makes a direct course for the man, trying to fly-tackle him from the left side.]

Gotcha!

[bartenderizing]

[ He flies in for the tackle, zooming low and to the left. He scores!

Having been taking the opportunity to relax and get a smoke in before texting Sharak the location so they could get started, Shizuo wasn't really expecting anything. Not having the keen senses that Izumo had, there was no way for him to sense the boy either. So as there's a huge pressure against his left side, Shizuo starts bracing while taking a grab at whatever was there. ]

The hell is-

[ He was close to a rage, but the child size and knowing that mess of black hair makes Shizuo realize just who pushed him off to the side a few steps. ]

Goten? What're you doing, flying into people like that?

A

[nibelungvalesti]

[The Valkyrie, in many ways, looks quite different from her proper appearance while in the Near Shore -- her civilian disguise, after all, looks much like an idealization of a Renaissance-era peasant, in a simple wool dress that is very out of place in a bar. But less so than her battle raiment, so, small things.]

[Rather than sitting as bid, she steps up to the bar, resting one hand on it without any particular acknowledgment of how short she is.]

I seek a drink that is similar enough to mead to be satisfactory.

[bartenderizing]

[ Well, there's no doubt which Shore this customer came from. When that's clear from the get-go, expectations also go out the window, for it means that the customer's request could actually be anything. Even things from other worlds, as Shizuo's own god was from elsewhere. ]

... Mead? Actually, I think we might have something.

[ It takes some checking of his phone and the inventory. Not quite mead, but it was one of those modern brands that liked to take elements of what was used in the past and make what they can today. Getting out a serving glass (something decidedly made of thick glass instead of the delicate wares) and the bottle of Otaru Beer Mead, he pours a small amount to serve first. ]

Here, see if this works for ya.

c

[eternalshield]

[Zeno'd been lying on the ground to better feel the vibrations from Shizuo's training for... well. The sun hadn't made any discernible movement across the sky, but he'd dozed off... Zeno guessed some fraction of an hour, but couldn't pin it down any better than that.

With Yona's other three destined heavenly supporters, Zeno could sense their presence. He always had a rough idea where they were and could sometimes pick up on, if not their actual state of mind, irregularities like whether or not they were sluggish or drugged. Shizuo required a little more ingenuity, so here he was, observing.

Well, as much as he could with his eyes closed, lying on the grass and absorbing as much sunshine as he could. But he heard the power behind the blows and the scraping of the pillar being dragged back into place. Strength married to consideration; he could work with that.

A particularly harsh crash made him come to his feet, however, and wander in that direction.]

Everybody still alive back there...?

[bartenderizing]

Yeah.

[ It didn't take long for him to answer, and at least it didn't sound pained. ]

Try not to get too close, or at least stay away from anything that could fall.

[ Despite how calm, though serious, Shizuo sounded, the sight was a little more alarming for someone that didn't expect the kind of 'problems' that followed the guy. The pillar was standing back to how it was, but the ceiling that he had tried to reinforce again had given way. Leaving him not only surrounded by the dropped stone, which showed that it was more a collapsed floor, at least having a sturdier roof, but also covered in debris and dust. Also blood all over his face from various scalp wounds.

It didn't hurt, but boy did scalp injuries love to bleed, no matter how minor they really were.

Really, he looked like someone who tried hard to make a huge sandcastle, only for the tide to ruin it right from underneath him. At this point, the blond was staying put to make sure nothing else was about to fall. ]

C

[kokuyoyo]

[Well, he's certainly caught the attention of something with all his noise. As Shizuo is trying to figure out how to put something that messed up back together, a white owl flaps down from out of the sky and lands on one of the pieces. It makes direct eye contact with him, as if daring him to move it.]

[Where the hell did this thing come from? Glad you asked. The owner is tugging his way through the surrounding foliage, the white pompom of his beanie visible before all else.]

[bartenderizing]

[ If there was one way to get Shizuo to absolutely freeze in whatever he's doing, it's to put something he really didn't want to hurt in a place where that could easily happen. Especially when it was still so early in his training.

Clearly the best way of getting it to get over to a safer spot was to talk to it, right? ]

Oi... Fly off to a better spot. Go on.

[ Probably not the most effective when he's purposefully not making a move. ]

A

[lionhearrt]

[ The moment he walks in, raises a brow at the new addition, not because he looks similar to Izumo - Mikoto would never be fooled by the poor disguise - but because he didn't know Izumo was hiring new people. Did he always need more help? ]

.....

[ Mikoto nods at the waiter and takes a seat at the bar. ]

[bartenderizing]

[ It was less disguise and needing help so much as coincidence and convenience. It's not like he was in Izumo's style of dress, either. While a classic bartender style, it was cooler. (Cooler in the sense of temperature, with vests allowing more air flow.)

It's also possible that the Original was in the back, taking inventory or making food.

Putting away the glass he had been cleaning, Shizuo regards the redhead (albeit a little casually for a bartender.) ]

Being a new hire, I'm not sure if you're one of the repeat guests. Do you have a regular drink?

B - July 12th

[handsome_genius]

[ Yoon had a heck of a day yesterday, getting his memories of Zeno back and talking to him about those memories. So now Yoon's wandered back over to the School in hopes of calming down again. He just didn't expect to see Shizuo there.

He'll be reading outside under a tree when Shizuo wanders up. ]

Oh, it's you. Yona's shinki. Shizuo, wasn't it?

[ He's a bit more neutral-mood than the last time Shizuo saw him. ]

[bartenderizing]

[ They both had quite a day then- which is sort of why Shizuo was going by the school again. Just to confirm something with That Guy. Though instead of Hakkai, he sees the person that Yona had brought along to Orihime's place.

You could barely tell that Shizuo went through a Sanzo-style training session yesterday. ]

Yeah, that's right. Hey.

[ He was about to question what the kid was doing here, until he remembered that Hakkai said this place held classes and stuff. So, that made sense. He... Should say something social, right? Yona seemed to care about this person enough that Shizuo knows he should try to get along with them. ]

Uh, taking a break from classes?

Abandoned Temple - To Shizuo and Sharak both, as you will

[lookingforhead]

[Shizuo had already shown himself to be a bit scary but still a nice man, and when Celty heard Sharak mention going to meet him for training she decided to go along with. After all, it would probably be best for her to remain in the company of her god should a need arise anyway.

She sat off to the side as she watched the two train, watching the stones being thrown into the air. It was remarkable, but maybe it was because of the other supernatural things she'd seen in the past few days that she accepted it so easily. Maybe. Maybe.

She spent a little of the time as she watched experimenting and feeling out her own shadow powers, but she took care not to interrupt the ongoing lesson. Eventually, as things slow down and stones stop raining from the skies, Celty walked over to the pair.]

That's really impressive. Is this all because of your power as a Shinki?

(ooc: no tag order, but she's talking to them in close proximity, so just reply as you can)

[bartenderizing]

[ Honestly, Shizuo hadn't noticed Celty most of the time. Primarily because, the moment Sharak had gotten on site, she wasted no time kicking him in the ribs to stand and get to work. Though at this point things have eased up a bit due to a large boulder being caught by Shizuo's head. It may or may not have continued on after that point. This is where we declare temporal shenanigans.

He's, uh, getting some of that cleaned out of his eyes before reading the message. ]

Uh... I just seem to have them. You have different powers as a shinki when in vessel form.

[ Which reminds him that he still has to figure that out with Yona. Preferably before there's some serious danger. ]

Which means that I just have this for some reason. No one can really tell why.

July 12th, mid-afternoon

[pure_radiantics]

[Kairi's out jogging - on her way to see Izumo and Goten, actually! - when she sees Shizuo heading out from Yona's temple in the direction of Izumo's bar.]

Hey there! How's it going?

[Since they'd met in person but her last time chatting with him was her video post, she feels justified in double-checking on him and slows her pace down to see if he's up for a chat.]

[bartenderizing]

[ It's funny. He was actually headed to the bar to set things up and grab a milkshake before seeing Izumo and Goten. Given how casual his pace is, it's incredibly easy for Kairi to catch up with the blond. ]

Oh hey. Kairi, right? Things're pretty good.

[ Last he saw her was after that other thing, huh? ]

You get enough rest after that post?

C

[deniles]

[He'd like to pretend he didn't hear anything. Because it's louder than normal and starts to freak out every time something crashes. So he keeps avoiding it... until he can't. And finally he goes into the abandoned temple.]

...Hello?

[God, you're so loud.]

[bartenderizing]

[ Look, he can't help how loud heavy things are. When you make something crash, you have to put it back. Especially when you don't mean to.

So when Niles gets to the scene, if it weren't for all the dirt and dust on Shizuo's clothes and hands, it'd be hard to tell what happened exactly. If only for the fact that it's not the easiest to spot newly disturbed rubble from the rest of the mess. In the process of putting his purple sunglasses back on, the blond responds. ]

Ah, nothing came flying at you, yeah? Sorry if it did.

For Sharak

[bartenderizing]

[ Despite having conceded to the training just a short time ago, there was neither the neither the adult or twelve-year-old blond in the abandoned temple area.

Instead, there's a small brown-haired boy that looked around seven, sitting on one of those large rocks that have been thrown around in past training sessions. He's trying to open up a milk bottle with one hand by keeping the bottle steady in-between his knees, but it also keeps sliding a bit from the perspiration on the bottle. As to why, the neck brace, cast and tight sling on the other arm is a pretty good reason. ]

[bussounoshima]

[Sharak teleports onto the temple grounds, landing with a flutter of her robes on one of the few intact slabs of pavement left. Not much has changed- she stubbornly has the same robes and muscular frame (though even more wiry and skinny than usual). There are more scars on her face and arms, in addition to her usual ones. The most obvious difference is her hair, now streaked with grey (or, if we use a more accurate ratio, streaked with black) and her bangs noticeably longer than usual. There are crows feet and other lines in her face and all in all, she looks like she's closer to sixty than thirty.

Stil, she doesn't intend to let it slow her down. She never thought she'd live to be this old anyway, it's kind of interesting to see how she'd look.]

Shizuo? [She looks around, expecting to see a mop of bleached hair on a pre-teen boy. She frowns when she spots brown hair instead and her eyes widen in alarm when she registers everything else. She runs over and quickly kneels in front of him to examine the injuries.]

What happened? Tell me.

D

[toremainbehind]

[He's seen the effects of whatever is going on. His own god has become a teenager again and Izumo's not prepared for what might come with dealing with a teenaged Mikoto.

Other than the fact that at least he doesn't have to worry about their temple possibly blowing up.

So, Izumo is taking a walk after he ensures that he's checked up on Goten before he hears the voice:]

....Who's there?

[bartenderizing]

Hah?

[ Following the voice, Izumo gets the sight of a wild-haired young blond boy. Not quite a teenager, or maybe he was. Who knew for sure? The chin, hair and that default look of having an attitude in the eyes- how easy is it to guess who the boy was? ]

Well at least it looks like you're normal. The fuck is that about- is this someone's idea of a joke?

F

[songoten]

[Sorry Shizuo, you're going to get a teenager staring down at you. Izumo had already warned him about Shizuo turning small but seeing it first hand. Man, it's something alright]

Shizuo...?

[bartenderizing]

[ You know, with the neck brace he kinda has to step back so his eye's gaze can go up. The hair sort of makes it obvious as to who he's looking at. Actually, he doesn't sound too far off from the Goten he knew.

The milk bottle is still held up. ]

Yeah, Goten. Stop staring and help me out already. I have no way of getting the cap off while like this.

July 19th Late Afternoon/Early Evening

[sonofson]

[Okay...maybe that wasn't the best idea in the world. Goten has fought ayakashi before, he know how to use borderlines for the most part and when all else fails he could always use Ki blasts.

But accounting for Shizuo is very different. Lesson learned.

Goten grunts, dragging the older man along towards Mikoto's temple. Or maybe he was Yona's temple? Goten isn't sure he even knows where Yona's temple is. The pair look like a real mess with the seven year old dragging the older shinki. Shizuo looks worse for wear with more blight then Goten, thats for sure. But between the torn up gi, and blight stinging his hands, left cheek and going down his neck to his shoulder. Goten is pretty beat too.]

Shizuo, you shoulda used your borderlines, not your body...

[bartenderizing]

[ You know, it's really weird. He's not in any kind of pain. Not really. Maybe he was a little uncomfortable, but that's because his body wasn't doing things as well as they should be anymore. Probably because so much of him was covered in blight over most of him that could be seen.

The blond had definitely kept contact long enough for the blight to spread further under the clothes and everywhere else. It looked more like there were just patches of normal, or normal-ish skin than patches of blight. Actual injuries were hard to identify at this point. ]

Yeah, I know. Sometimes my body just moves without me thinking...

[ It was probably the biggest challenge to him learning to use borderlines. He knew that, aside from the borderline strength, was his major difficulty. ]