expiationlogs | (catch-all/open) i'm your future, past and present, i'm a fine line

(a young blonde child that couldn't be older than six years old (though the height begs to differ) awakens in the shed of the dojo. it's not as he remembers, there's no smell of grease, no sounds of motorcycle engines, and no sight of his older brother and the tinkering with bolts and tools by the side. instead of a makeshift office, it's a room.

this is very, very strange. what is stranger is how everything is a little off to him, furniture moved around, the lack of the buildings around the dojo once he steps out of the shed into the yard. good that manjiro never threw out his old karate uniform, it fits perfectly for once. it should be time for class, and yet, there's not a single student in sight. it is terrifying and yet, totally fine, both feelings going back and forth into his mind. maybe this is a dream! that would explain it.

it means it's totally fine for him to stroll out of the dojo, grab the first person he sees, and drag them in.)

It's time for class, you're late, and grandpa is gonna make you do a thousand push-ups. It's best if you start now, so drop!

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(the second glitch goes right over his head the moment it happens. he's been asleep in the back of lupin (again, sounds like a rinse and repeat situation, naps are life) after stuffing his face, and he awakens without a single care to how he looks, as per usual.

right now, however, he's definitely not old enough to be there - and yet, not so young as the last one. appearances aside, it's just every day mikey in here. he's never grown past that, so he doesn't notice it when he climbs onto the stool, doesn't notice it when his hand drags across his face, and definitely doesn't notice it with his voice coming out:)

Ugh, I'm starving. Can I get my usual and uh, I guess... That one super sweet drink thing I just had.

(reserved for anyone who might want to punch him in the face as per this.)

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(he'll enjoy this period of no overly ridiculous strength. it'd definitely help with carrying the decorations from the city to the dojo, and from the dojo to the entrance, but it's fine. it makes it even more special to him personally that he had to struggle, even if it was just a little bit.

problem is, he lacks the height to put up the lanterns. it's almost ridiculous to see the (back to long black hair, i'm sorry that these are confusing) boy jumping to see if he can catch a branch to climb on the tree to hang the lantern.)

For fuck's sake. This shit could have made me tall for a day instead. Just one. I ain't even mad-- at-- my height--but this is fucked up.

(a bitch needs relaxation!!! he's been doing so much work - obon, these glitches, the work he's putting into cooking, the rebuilding of relationships he has ruined, too much in his head. which is why he finds himself in this club, hours of spending all the energy and anxiety he has stored in dancing and moving.

and thankfully, being a lightweight helps him with his finances. here's where he orders a two shots, downing them one against the other and making that throat-scratching sound as he shakes his head to have it hit.

white girl wasted in 3...2...1...)

[ luffy, when he finally makes it to the dojo, barges in like a hurricane. his loud footsetps precede him, and when he slams inside, it's with a yell of, ]

Heyyy so I didn't really know what you like so I got a bunch of stuff —

[ excuse him as he dumps a bag full of pastries, toffee apples, dango, some very sugary confectionary and konpeito right there in the middle of the room, beaming at wherever mikey is. then he dumps another bag next to it, that one full of wrapped meat, some grilled, some cold-smoked, whatever he was able to gather at a short notice by pulling in favours from all the random good deeds he's accumulated so far. ]

Right! I'm here, so let's fight!! [ says the small-ish guy who looks like he's absolutely no threat to anyone, standing there in his sandals and straw hat and grinning like a lunatic. ]

[Who is Yuri to deny someone a good ol' fashioned fist fight? He's more up for a sword fight, to be honest, but he's not picky when he finally gets a chance for some exercise.

Pardon the lack of a housewarming gift, Yuri only has enough to bring himself and the clothes on his back. The concept of dojos aren't alien to him, however, and he's decent of a person enough to leave his shows at the door.]

You're the one who wants a fight, right? [As if anybody else is around.] Any other rules here, or..?

(not unsure what to expect, truly. this place can take anyone from anywhere, and it's astounding how many different things he could never even imagine, and yet, they exist somewhere. over time, he started to accept it, to not question so much - after all, until his own life went upside down, he didn't even know what could happen in his own dimension.

but this guy looks... so normal? didn't he say he was made of rubber? his eyes go from the man to the pastries, and there's no concealing of the smile, this is a nice gesture. it'll do for a post-fight exercise of bonding, so a chuckle and a nod leave him.)

Actually, you nailed it.

(funnily enough, here is also a very small guy in flipflops and baggy clothing. amazing.)

Imma just leave this in the kitchen, 'cuz I don't want to step on it or anything. You can come or you can warm up.

(oh, nice of him, the gesture does not go unnoticed.

the face and the voice-- oh, yeah, pretty boy. he remembers from the little festival that was held in the beginning of the month, snapping his fingers to himself when the name comes up in his brain.)

What rules are you thinking of, Yuri?

[Yuri crosses his arms, deep in thought. Rules are nonexistent in the majority of his fights, but he's not fighting for his life here. As much as he promised to break Mikey's face, he doesn't actually want things to get out of hand.

Best stick with the basics, then.]

If you get knocked out or go out of bounds, you lose. Feel free to add anything else you'd like.

You stay for dinner.

(he never said whether it were to be whether he wins or loses. something about this boy makes him curious, and if they actually hold a conversation after this, he'll be pleased. in this place, he has already found out he's not particularly invincible. there are many people from all walks of life, different skills, different abilities he has never even imagined could be real.

himself included.

if yuri manages to kick his ass, he wins interest points.)

[ luffy just beams in response — and where others may underestimate mikey on looks alone, luffy doesn't. instead, he just seems to brighten up even more upon actually meeting the guy in person, bouncing excitedly on his toes like he's a ball of unrestrained energy. ]

Nah, don't need to! You don't get to warm up before a fight normally, right?

[ if someone attacks you, they won't give you time to warm up or anything — so he's used to just, getting right into it. so instead of staying behind, he just bounces over to mikey's side, following him into the kitchen. ]

So this is your... whatsit, do-something? [ he tilts his head... the word sounds familiar. something to do with something zoro told him? ] Isn't that for swords?

I mean, depends on the fight. I stretch daily for a long ass time, but since you're rubber, I bet that ain't a worry of yours.

(he'll be a strange person to fight without his super-strength, he'll say that soon. if he can't help being rubber, well, nothing he can do. if anything, it's grounds for a rematch and more sweets, so he won't complain.

the basket is carefully laid on the table, a smile as he takes a better look at the contents. well done, lulufi.)

Dojo, you mean. It's my family's - it can be for any type of martial arts, so it can be for swords, too. In my case, it's for Kyokushin karate.

[ ohhhhhh yeah that's true. he doesn't need to warm up because he's rubber, that's true!! he never really thought about that.

he nods his head so empathically that it bops a bit weird. ]

Dojo, yeah!! [ but oh that also makes sense. though — ]

Kyo...kushin karate? Oh, is that like fishman karate? It's really cool! The helmsman of my crew, Jinbei, he uses it, and he's amazing!! So you punch people too? [ like, as opposed to fighting with something. ] That's great! I don't like to fight with any stuff.

... No idea, but, sure.

(will he ever understand luffy? probably not, he knows, but it's actually fine, because he can ask about these things in a bit.)

I mostly kick, because I'm... This size. But I also don't like fighting with any stuff. You gonna fight, be it with your own hands.

Ehh, what's wrong with your size?

[ he blinks, like this is genuinely something that baffles him, before he blinks again and says, ] Oh, huh, I guess I can reach better because I can stretch and jump more and stuff.

[ to demonstrate, he pulls his fist back, before letting it sling through the air, stretching until he can touch the wall (not hard enough to do harm to anything, though, he's careful enough to do that), and then lets it recoil back with a snap. ]

Nothing wrong, it's just below average, which means I gotta stretch to reach pretty much anything important.

(like temples, necks, ribcages, so forth.

his eyes do follow the sling, and while he thought he has seen about everything by living in aldrip for so long... clearly, he was wrong. his eyes goggle a little bit and he has to check something.)

... If I take your wrist and bend, does it break? Where are your bones?

They're there, [ comes the answer, like it's obvious. duh. where else would they be?? ]

They're just rubber, too. And no —

[ grabbing his own hand, luffy just bends it backwards, then stretches it and ties it into a knot. and then waves his whole arm around for good measure, laughing like a loon. ] See! It's all fine! You can hit me haki for reals, though.

(there's just intense slow-blinking from manjiro now, although it soon changes into laughter. okay, yeah, he can live with that, actually pretty dope.)

How do we break you? That's cheating, dude.

Armament haki, [ comes the answer, accompanied by a grin — he has no qualms about explaining exactly how to actually fight him. and because he's figured out it's probably good to demonstrate this, too: he holds up his arm, then concentrates, and the whole arm, fist and all, suddenly takes on a black glint. ]

It's hard like steel, now, so it can actually punch fruit users, too. [ he tilts his head; he's not sure if those here can learn it... technically, everyone should have the capability, so maybe? ] Or just throw sea water at me!

(okay, he has to address it, because he finds it so funny that this guy really is explaining everything so thoroughly to a stranger... although the arm thing? freaking dope.

his own hands go on the boy's shoulders as he chuckles.)

I don't get a thing you're saying.

[ that's okay — the blunt words just make him burst out laughing, shaking with it as he then grins at mikey, sun-bright. ]

That's okay!! It's all pretty weird. I didn't even know anything about haki until I was seventeen! [ with not a waver in the grin, ] So, we gonna fight?

And what is haki? Is that food?

(because it sounds like food. didn't he say something about fruit? see. with his head, he'll nod towards where they've begun - the training space of the dojo.)

Yep, go.

[ go he does!! ]

Nah, it's — ugh, I don't wanna explain, I'll show you sometime, okay? When you've got your usual strength back!

Yeah, okay, now punch me in the face.

(AND HOPEFULLY BE NORMAL.......)

[ with a grin, luffy squeezes his hand into a fist and pulls his arm back — and though he can't help his rubber everything, as promised, he doesn't use haki or anything else... but damn if he doesn't hit hard anyway.

after all, even if it's sparring... what's the point of holding back, right? but it goes both ways, so he expects mikey to give as good as he gets. ]

(catch-all/open) i'm your future, past and present, i'm a fine line

i am not really here, i'm an intrusion

i don't swim or sink, i just float

when i move, it's an earthquake rumble

starblood, i don't ever get tired

tapped in, i'm connected to the unknown (cw maybe weed)

sorry for the delay!!

dw the sword isn't actually gonna get used here

sorry right back dear! i'm here.

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slaps hand on the timestamp shamefully...... mumblemumble apologies again

no apologies love only

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