expiationlogs | june catchall (open!)

Who: Shinji! and! you!
Where: various
What: ya boy shinjiro, man about town (feat. brunch, Axe Swinging, and misc tdm-inspired loitering)
Warnings: nothing yet

cooking mama sequel

[While he doesn't actually live in the inn anymore, Shinji is here at the inn today, helping himself to the kitchen as the locals so generously allow him to. Things have been weird? He remembers passing out and waking up somewhere else entirely (or: he was kidnapped to the grove, and unconscious throughout), and while he was out, it seems like a bunch of people had a strange and uncomfortable time.

So!

Well. All Shinji knows to show empathy is making food and punching, and one of those isn't really viable, and the other one he's only doing so that he doesn't have to think about the implications of being mysteriously kidnapped. All this to say he is at the inn, in the kitchen, making Food. He's both very skilled and weirdly fast at food preparation, so there is a lot, and since he lives on a farm with a bunch of egg-laying chickens, primarily it's Brunch.

If you come in looking for a nibble, he immediately snaps:]

Don't touch that. [And then just as immediately, prepares a delightful brunch plate and slides it over a countertop.] Eat this. And don't complain about it, okay?

[Complain... about free brunch... He can't just give out food normally or someone might notice he has Human Empathy.]

axe you a question

[Or: The training arc prompt, because if sleeping with a big axe next to his bed doesn't deter magical shadow kidnappers, he'll just have to... stop sleeping and swing it around all the time?

Whatever. He's workshopping it. He's never really, um, trained before, is the thing— not formally? Not really? His bestie is the training-addicted jock, Shinji is merely a tank with a big axe. So while he is here, at the random spot he's chosen to train in (somewhere with less foot traffic, see, is the sole requirement), he has no planned routine.

Or even, like. Stretches? Do people stretch? Goddamn. It's warm out but he's dressed like it's winter and he's carrying a big axe, which might not be the most comforting of figures to be addressed by, suddenly:]

Hey. You. ....Do you know how to fight? [hm, well, no, and he frowns because now it's embarrassing-] Do you know how to train.

misc around town mini prompts

[You may run into Shinji:

A. Loitering in the statue garden, where he will be staring at his own statue with an air of obvious and grim Sulking, suspiciously fist-sized rock in hand at his side... ah jeez...!!

B. Not-quite-celebrating at ....the post-event celebration, that is to say, lurking to pick up some food and then disappearing again. He gruffly brushes off any local trying to rope him back in, using the logic that he definitely just slept through the whole thing so please leave him the hell alone this time, but as it starts to get darker he's definitely hanging around as a self-appointed Party Bouncer in case anything out there gets any ideas. Or in case someone in the party starts some shit.

C. Out in the woodsy areas that need replanting, crouched down next to a hole in the ground with a seed in hand. A magic seed. He's literally seen a fairy but he still feels the need to ask,] ....This isn't for real, right?

wildcard/etc

[wriggles back in from my hiatus, hello.... hmu via pm or at jojoveller if you would like a custom starter, we can hash something out!! or: do whatever, surprise me.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[yeah... yeah. she'll have a lot of time to reflect on how much she royally fucked up later, as she's been doing.

she eyes the axe, before looking back up at him.]

Guess I kinda know what I'm doing, but I'm more of a brawler type. But... [she considers, still looking at the axe--] It's still all upper arm strength, right? I bet I could help with some training.

I know how to throw a punch.

[He has been in his fair share of street fights, as well. The axe is a professional tool (no it's not), but even brawling... ah,]

Not that I trained for any of those fights, either.

[He shrugs, like, this is not a thing that occurred to him back when he was punching out thugs in a back alley. It was all trying to break bones and no finesse.]

Whatever you've got, I'll... be grateful.

[she shrugs.]

Eh, it was a lot of trial and error for me too.

[sometimes she just goes off and doesn't really think too hard about what she's doing, too. so she's not exactly the best judge of it all.]

You got any routines? Exercises, stuff like that?

Nope.

[Womp womp... he's truly built all of his axe handling and street fighting aptitude through the real thing, without any prep whatsoever. Hence, well. Now he has to ask.]

I know how to eat right, that's it. Friend of mine's a real meathead when it comes to training routines, but this place isn't exactly full of modern gym equipment.

[And so, he is out of ideas. He could punch a tree?]

[boy...

even she knows to work out. hell, that's part of what killed time when she was back in prison. but she snorts at the mention of the lack of gym equipment.]

Bodyweight workouts are just as good. You don't need all the fancy shit to get in shape.

[she scratches at the back of her head.]

You need to build your stamina, first. And you probably need to work on your core and legs too, since a lot of your power comes from there. Ever done sit-ups or squats?

Not since I quit school...

[PE was his sole formal exercise, and even then. Is. Is it time to do sit-ups, then. As long as it's not running laps, he'll manage.]

How many?

[she shakes her head at him, smirking. school exercises were probably nothing in comparison to real shit, she thinks.]

However many you can do until you can't anymore. That's what I do -- if you put a limit on it, you're gonna focus more on the numbers than actually getting stronger. Especially since you're kind of a stick, and even if I tell you to do at least twenty, you might not even be able to do that.

[she puts her hands into her jacket.]

Say... you do a round of situps until you can't any more. Then you move on to squats until you can't do any more. Then you do push ups until you can't do any more. You take a break, and then do it all over again until you've done each exercise three times each. Get where I'm going?

[Kind of a stick... a looming, grouchy stick. He considers: actually, her method sounds pretty good? Not that he's trying to avoid doing a hundred situps or whatever, he will, that's why he's asking people, but - well, the idea of having a number to hit is pretty grim and dreadful, actually. That is far too high school gym class, meathead jock training regimen for him...

So, alright. Whatever he's capable of, rinse and repeat. He nods.]

I get it. That's not so bad.

[He says now, before he hurts his already ruined shoulder trying to do a push-up--]

....If you're busy, you don't have to stick around.

[One free out before he pathetically does Exercise...]

[she shrugs.]

I don't have anything better to do. Might as well make sure you don't hurt yourself.

[she's kind of curious how good he's going to do anyway, considering how obviously unprepared he is.]

[Oh, it's going to be embarrassing, that's for sure. Shinji stands there for one extra long beat more... juuuust in case she's going to say nope, never mind! and leave him to suffer in peace. But ah, no. Alright.

So just let him sit his ass down here on the ground. Situps first, he supposes...]

....Thanks. Count, if you get bored.

[Ha. His situp form is good enough (tm) but he's not going to make it past, like, fifteen, but only because he recently got shot in the chest and that shit lingers. After number fifteen he pauses to turn away and wheeze, so that's that on that set.]

[she's never going to miss a change to watch someone make a fool of themselves.

she watches him go, nodding in a bit of approval when he stops.]

Fifteen isn't bad. When's the last one you did 'em?

[once he stops wheezing he can answer, she'll wait.]

[Oh yeah, he's got a good few more wheezes in there. It's--fine, apparently, or at least he's pretending it's fine, rubbing a hand roughly over his mouth as he turns back to the conversation. Ugh.]

Couple years ago... Little over two, I guess.

[Maybe he will just lie here for a moment. Fifteen, a number to immediately forget, under the "go until you can't" plan.]

Might as well think of it as starting this whole training thing from zero.

[she shrugs.]

Better late than never, I guess.

[she's not surprised he's just going to lie there. situps suck.]

You can always challenge yourself later by making goals. But like I said, I'm the kind of girl that just keeps going until I'm about to pass out.

june catchall (open!)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject