I had to ask.[He shrugs, then drags several weapon configurations out.]
Let's see...
[He moves past the workbench, spreading his arms wide and arranging the Wings' configurations around him. You'll see him side-eyeing the Spear before his eyebrow visibly twitches and he flicks the hologram into a million pieces.
There are now five configurations he's got circling him, all the same size as the Wings would normally be: Guns, Guns-Tonfa, Gunblade, Knives... How he found a dual Keyblade configuration, well. Fanboy. He's rotating them, studying them, and because he knows this is all probably saved somewhere, he's brought up a keypad and is typing up notes.
It's a while before he even so much as says something.]
So the Wings respond to me, and grow the way I want them to. Its configurations are up to me to decide, but then... How do I make them come out?
[This he asks as he takes a hold of the Gun configuration.]
[Catching that flinch. He had absentmindedly noted the first.
He'll talk to you about it in a moment. First:]
I'll have to modify the Wings and make them variable. That'll give you access to those forms. [Gesturing to the "CURRENT" forms.] Do you want the others?
[He draws that out because he definitely wants the Guns, not too sure about the Gun-Tonfa. He's looking at the Bow form, and deciding that while that had been Oswald's style, it wasn't his. A flick of his fingers turns that into shards of light, and he brings the Keyblades, Knives and Gunblade forms forward.]
What do you think?
[He asks, because your opinion matters to him. You are, after all, his Mentor.]
I think you should stick to what you know. If you don't know how to use a form, don't bother learning it when you've got a fuckload of other things to study.
[Like. You know. Card powers. Benedictions. Basic self-defense.]
[He's holding out the Gun Form in the palm of his hand.]
The Keyblade and the Gunblade forms are a litttle too flashy, I was gonna ask if I could have their schematics to study... I don't think Knives are my style, and I'm not ready for the Guns-Tonfa...
[Kaz shrugs, leaving the Gun form schematics in the air, and compressing the rest by caging it in his hands like in the movie.]
What I'm trying to say, I guess, is that you can trust me to to stick to what I know, and learn based on that.
[The retort on his tongue dies before it even fully forms, mostly because yeah, earlier on he DID bite off more than he could chew and it had gotten him hurt.]
That and I'm a better gunner than I am a swordsman.
[He smiles now, totally open to whatever else you got for him.]
I'd considered learning iaijutsu at some point, but I didn't want to be the one who learned his boyfriend's fighting style just so he could.
[And he's not going to lie to you at all.]
I took forever to pick a weapon specialty at St. Quincy's. All my instructors kept trying to push me towards becoming a spear-wielder. It was probably my bad to keep putting it off, but I eventually went for kobudo... So... Tonfa, maybe the Bo.
[He's not about to say that the Ataru form of Lightsaber combat also interested him.]
[Ah. Crap. Well, Kaz shouldn't really be surprised that Jesse would see that, but then his tics have never been easy to hide, and sometimes he doesn't bother trying to hide it.]
Um. It's a very old trigger, the spear... My weaponsmasters at St. Quincy's all expected me to pick up the spear or the bo or the nanginata and I just couldn't.
Well, most other legacy hunters would be happy to pick the weapons of their parents up, either because they love them to bits or they think that getting better at it will help them deal with their issues.
[But your case is different. He knows that, but he wants to hear it straight from you.]
I always used to think that I'd be like mom someday, and then everyone else and their mom expected me to be like her. Funny how my issues and the fact that I do love my family to bits are exactly the reasons I never want to pick the spear up.
[He's looking away from you now, Jessie.]
Or at least... I never used to want it. Lately, I figure that it really isn't for me. Same way I don't think I can shoot a bow properly, or wield a sword and shield the same way Mamita does.
[He's still not looking at you, 'cause it was a knee-jerk reaction to flick that configuration away.]
[He's thinking about what you just asked, 'cause he's fallen quiet, looking at the hovering specs of the Gun mode, and the default Tonfa mode.]
Things I chose for myself, really. My family has no shortage of weapons and fighting styles to choose from, but what counts is that I get to pick.
[There's a bit of quiet pride when he continues.]
When I gave up the Wings, I could've picked any other weapon up to replace them and gone on from there. I just took it as a sign that Brig gave me a new pair of Tonfa, that they're every bit a part of me as the guns that my uncle and my best friend taught me how to shoot. And even there it was my choice to learn, to get better at the things I could be good at.
[He just stays a little bit silent and takes a seat next to Jessie, lighting up as he does so. He's gonna wait to speak again, unsure what to say next.]
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ktotheatothez) wrote2014-01-03 11:19 pm
it's all good, especially for my purposes. XD
Of course it does. Where do you think their creatives team came from?
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Let's see...
[He moves past the workbench, spreading his arms wide and arranging the Wings' configurations around him. You'll see him side-eyeing the Spear before his eyebrow visibly twitches and he flicks the hologram into a million pieces.
There are now five configurations he's got circling him, all the same size as the Wings would normally be: Guns, Guns-Tonfa, Gunblade, Knives... How he found a dual Keyblade configuration, well. Fanboy. He's rotating them, studying them, and because he knows this is all probably saved somewhere, he's brought up a keypad and is typing up notes.
It's a while before he even so much as says something.]
So the Wings respond to me, and grow the way I want them to. Its configurations are up to me to decide, but then... How do I make them come out?
[This he asks as he takes a hold of the Gun configuration.]
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He'll talk to you about it in a moment. First:]
I'll have to modify the Wings and make them variable. That'll give you access to those forms. [Gesturing to the "CURRENT" forms.] Do you want the others?
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[He draws that out because he definitely wants the Guns, not too sure about the Gun-Tonfa. He's looking at the Bow form, and deciding that while that had been Oswald's style, it wasn't his. A flick of his fingers turns that into shards of light, and he brings the Keyblades, Knives and Gunblade forms forward.]
What do you think?
[He asks, because your opinion matters to him. You are, after all, his Mentor.]
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[Like. You know. Card powers. Benedictions. Basic self-defense.]
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[He's holding out the Gun Form in the palm of his hand.]
The Keyblade and the Gunblade forms are a litttle too flashy, I was gonna ask if I could have their schematics to study... I don't think Knives are my style, and I'm not ready for the Guns-Tonfa...
[Kaz shrugs, leaving the Gun form schematics in the air, and compressing the rest by caging it in his hands like in the movie.]
What I'm trying to say, I guess, is that you can trust me to to stick to what I know, and learn based on that.
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[Yeah, he's intimately familiar with your record. He's fucking Jessiah Vice.]
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That and I'm a better gunner than I am a swordsman.
[He smiles now, totally open to whatever else you got for him.]
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[This is going somewhere. It always does, with this one.]
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I'd considered learning iaijutsu at some point, but I didn't want to be the one who learned his boyfriend's fighting style just so he could.
[And he's not going to lie to you at all.]
I took forever to pick a weapon specialty at St. Quincy's. All my instructors kept trying to push me towards becoming a spear-wielder. It was probably my bad to keep putting it off, but I eventually went for kobudo... So... Tonfa, maybe the Bo.
[He's not about to say that the Ataru form of Lightsaber combat also interested him.]
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[Taking a drag from his cigarette, then fiddling with more things on the holo screens.]
Saw you flinch back there, when you spotted the spear form.
[Casual, oh so casual.]
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Um. It's a very old trigger, the spear... My weaponsmasters at St. Quincy's all expected me to pick up the spear or the bo or the nanginata and I just couldn't.
[He digs out his pack and lights up a cig.]
It's my mother's weapon, after all.
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[But your case is different. He knows that, but he wants to hear it straight from you.]
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[Kaz's face falls at the mention of that word.]
I always used to think that I'd be like mom someday, and then everyone else and their mom expected me to be like her. Funny how my issues and the fact that I do love my family to bits are exactly the reasons I never want to pick the spear up.
[He's looking away from you now, Jessie.]
Or at least... I never used to want it. Lately, I figure that it really isn't for me. Same way I don't think I can shoot a bow properly, or wield a sword and shield the same way Mamita does.
[He's still not looking at you, 'cause it was a knee-jerk reaction to flick that configuration away.]
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[It's easy to close the door on painful things. It's much harder to make decisions for one's self after basking way too long in a giant's shadow.]
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Things I chose for myself, really. My family has no shortage of weapons and fighting styles to choose from, but what counts is that I get to pick.
[There's a bit of quiet pride when he continues.]
When I gave up the Wings, I could've picked any other weapon up to replace them and gone on from there. I just took it as a sign that Brig gave me a new pair of Tonfa, that they're every bit a part of me as the guns that my uncle and my best friend taught me how to shoot. And even there it was my choice to learn, to get better at the things I could be good at.
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[There's a slight, approving smirk on his face.]
Welcome to adulthood, kid.
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[His eyes dart a few places after you say that, Jessie. He's not sure what to make of the smirk.]
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[And this is complete with hand gestures and an eyeroll:]
Hooray, responsibility! Fuck yeah, accountability!
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[By his estimation, it doesn't get any worse than actually dying. So he shrugs and pads back over to you.]
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You are most definitely a Fool.
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I'm going to prepare a routine for you, and I expect it to be followed.
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Yessir.
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[They're all his anyway.]
If anyone asks, tell them I told you to do it.
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