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Main SL: Bread and Wine; (Moved Over) Keisotsu Suga and Xander Musen
Topic Started: Aug 10 2016, 06:16 AM (470 Views)
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It had been two weeks since the drastic change in Xander's life, but he was slowly adapting. Admittedly, things weren't all too different from what they were back then, it was a bit rougher, but kind of nicer. There was only the occasional yelling, and he wasn't constantly stinging all over. There was a constant itch in his head however, wasn't large or overbearing, but he could feel it, and as the days went by, the itch would get stronger. There would be spikes in the intensity of the itch, which seemed to occur whenever someone used their cell phones, or he walked by electronic shops. It was strange, and while he wanted to get to the bottom of it, there was a different sensation he had to take care of first.

The one in his stomach.

He started his day off just as he'd been doing for the last few days now, waking up, listening to a random radio station for about an hour, greet which ever other derelicts or vagabonds happened to be lying around (though they most likely wouldn't even hear him, due to his quiet voice), and begin his romp around the city searching for his next point of interest. He had overheard one of the groups of hobos give tips to each other on how to survive the mean streets of Tokyo, and slowly began to integrate them into his daily life. The most useful tip of them all was easily the one he was about to enforce just outside of a local bar.

Dumpster diving.

With a small sigh, and a deep breath, Xander made his way to the large green receptacle, opened the lid, and slowly struggled his way into the bin. He wasn't overly fond of this activity, but he had to admit that he had found some pretty useful things in here before, such as some batteries and a portable radio. He was hoping he'd be able to find more batteries, or better yet, something that could sate the beast that dwelt within his belly. Though not the greatest food in the world, if it kept him alive, who was he to complain? He did miss eating normal bread though...
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The night was about as normal as it usually was for the bartender. Nothing too out of the ordinary with the regular customers, patrons had their fill of drink and then left to repeat the process the next night and the night after, so on and so on. Fortunately, for Keisotsu the night was relatively slow, not unusual and he had more than a few moments of solitary customers and himself. Soon enough, the clock hands pointed later and later, and the beaten bar showed fewer and fewer patrons. It was a late night, and Keisotsu was beginning to close up shop, wiping down the table tops and pushing all the stools in.

The dark haired man stood back, letting his aching joints crack as he stood up stretching his tall frame and yawning. It was a good time for smoke break and he really needed one. He opened the back door with a halfhearted kick. Whipping out his lighter and cigarette, he quickly set one of the sticks ablaze. Taking in a long breath of the smoke and then out through his nose, he sighed, then musing if he would actually get cancer from the stupid, addicting little things. He let himself relax, letting his red tie loose from around his neck. Keisotsu never tucked in his shirt, and hardly ever buttoned his black vest, so both were left loose and rather unkempt. Standing in the doorway, he slouched his shoulders, quietly smoking away his life.

Eyes closed, there was nothing but the ambient noise of the late night city, muffled by the buildings in the dark alleyway. He heard the casual footfalls of the crowds, carrying on with their lives like nothing bad ever would happen, all too naive to the reality of the world. His life wasn’t a bad life, really. Boring and monotonous at worst, and sometimes the drunkards got him a little angry to make him use his quirk. Would he have wanted anything else? A long time ago the answer would’ve been yes. In fact, a long time ago he wouldn’t have believed that he would let himself be the man he was today. But fate had other events in store, and he could only ever laugh at the stupid decisions he had made in spite of it all. His thumb absentmindedly went to rub the golden wedding band on his finger, shining slightly in the muted ambient light. The air felt moist, he didn’t need to look up at the dark clouds fathering in the sky. The confirmation came in the drops of water falling onto his skin and into his dark hair. Sighing again, he pushed his glasses up ready to head back inside.

But something stopped him.

A noise.

He heard it from the dumpster next to the building, hidden in the darkness of the alleyway. Instinct came first, around his immediate area the rain froze into snow as it fell around him. His cold breath became visible white mist, mixing with the smoke. What was it? A mugger? A villain? A homeless drunk? Keisotsu rather didn’t care, but what he did mind was that whoever it happened to be was messing around a little too close to the bar for comfort of the bartender. After all, he couldn’t let patrons be bugged by homeless drifters or worse, be mugged by delinquents. It came with the territory of being a bartender and somebody happened to be trespassing.

The cold would just be a warning, he didn’t really want to use his quirk but only for intimidation. So far, he was just irritated, not yet pissed off enough to summon a miniature blizzard or worse. Surely, whoever it was would feel the cold creeping onto him, the rain itself turning into snow in the area surrounding the bartender. Keisotsu stood up straight, though his figure was lean, he was well over six feet in height, much taller than the average Japanese male and the bartender used that fact to his advantage. Silently, he kept an intimidating aura about him, hoping to scare off whoever it was with his cold warning.

“I hear you. Now show yourself before I freeze more than just the rain.”

Keeping his voice even, his dark eyes didn’t move, the bartender simply waited for a response. His command was simple, he wanted to know who he was up against if they so choose to fight against him. Another breath in from his cigarette and another breath out of cold white mist and smoke, just who was messing around with him?

Edited by BeruChan, Aug 12 2016, 06:14 AM.
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As hard as life back home was, Xander would sometimes find himself thankful for his instructors. One of them had refused to ever shower, considering it a luxury that a warrior should learn to be without. Not only had Xander recently began to learn just how true that statement was, but he was also able to utilize the ability to hold his breath for extended periods of time that he gained during his time spent with the man. It was especially useful now, for this particular dumpster reeked of alcohol, not that Xander knew what that was. It wasn't a new smell, some of his instructors had the same smell on them before. He had noticed that the stronger the smell had been, the harder they would hurt him. The boy's body shivered as the smell pulled violent memories from his subconscious, his muscles tensing slightly as if anticipating pain to come.

No, none of that was important right now, there were no more instructors, there was far less pain. Using a technique he had recently learned from someone he met, Xander slapped his hands against his cheeks, and took a deep breath to clear his thoughts, before clasping his hands over his mouth and nose to block the smells once again.

With his mind now refocused, and his breath being held down once more, Xander began rummaging through the garbage around him once more, though most of it was bottles. In fact, he had slipped on a bottle, causing him to fall against the side of the dumpster, making a rather loud thud. A sound loud enough to attract attention in his direction.

"O-ow.......huh?" As he began rubbing his arm, he could feel little droplets of water hitting against his skin. He peered up towards the sky to see that dark clouds had formed, and had suddenly started raining. The boy sighed quietly as he once again took note of just how bad his luck was. Xander hugged his cloak tighter to his body, both to block the rain, and to warm himself up. It was the summer time, but with the rain came a very sudden chill. In fact, it was suddenly really cold. The boy's body shuddered as the rain around him turned to snow. In Summer.

Something strange was going on, he'd never seen or heard of anything like this happening before. He had began moving himself deeper into the covered half of the dumpster to shield himself from the precipitation, when a sudden stern voice called out, causing the boy to jump and hit the top of his head against the dumpster lid. "O-oww!!!" The boy said, slightly louder than last time. Not wanting to hit his head again, Xander moved over to the half of the dumpster he had opened and stood straight up, revealing his scrawny form to the person standing in the alleyway with him.

Xander's eyes had looked over the form of the other person. It appeared to be an adult male, tall and lean with dark hair. Xander couldn't make out too much of the person's facial expression, a strange mist swirling around his face in the darkness. He did however take notice of the man's eyes. Dark and intimidating. Tired....

And sad.

"O-oh, good e-evening s-sir." The boy said weakly, his body still shaking from the cold. "I-I hope I w-wasn't bothering y-you. S-sorry for the in-intrusion." the boy spoke, his eyes lowering with every word as he began to feel terrible for what he was doing. What if there were important things in this dumpster that the man would've needed? If Xander took them, the man would be left without. It's not like the dumpster belonged to him anyway. Was this....wrong?
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"O-oh, good e-evening s-sir."

He hadn't expected a voice like that one.

It was so small and so scared, rather a fitting match for its owner. A boy of dark hair and black eyes. A teenager really, though his thin frame and unimposing demeanor seemed to give him a younger appearance. The stuttering also emphasized the boy's own surprise, and the apology that came afterwards made Keisotsu feel rather guilty about being so intimidating at first. He wasn't good with kids, at least he didn't think so. It wasn't his fault, he hadn't realized that it could've been a kid.  Nevertheless a homeless kid. Quite obvious as it was, since the dark haired youth had basically been digging around in a dumpster.

He sighed out a cloud of white mist and smoke through his nose, then dropping his cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his foot. Though the air around the pair remained cold, the snow began parting away from the sled proclaimed old man and the teenager. It was if the two were under a dome of white snow, falling and forming a dry barrier from the rain outside of it. Why was it that he was deciding to be so nice lately? It was only the natural thing to do, but to him it still felt so out of place. But was it really so natural to immediately offer help to some kid street vagrant?

"It's fine." There was not kindness in his tired voice, but it certainly was much more softened then his first words to the ill fated youth.  The bartender himself didn't apologize for his previous rather antagonizing demeanor. His head then nodded to the open door, not yet without words his offer was still as obvious. "Come on kid, get inside." In so many words, it really wasn't an offer of help but more or less an order to not be questioned. His sympathy showed with his actions but not in his style of giving it. Of course he would enter first himself, but not before looking back to the kid, who may or may not have been indecisive in a stranger's rather gruff show of kindness.

"Unless yah actually like doin' what you're doin'." To anyone else, his words might've been confusing due to the coldness they held matched with his current actions. Keisotsu was far from a saint, but he still had some kind of moral compass, even if it happened to be skewed from time to time. He still felt pity for those who were worse off than him.

Because he knew what it was to have nothing.

Or even less than nothing.

The bartender led the kid through the bar, empty save only for himself and the young. The bar was styled with dark wood trim and the dark stainedwood paneling on the wall was beginning to peel. The wood floors matching with a weathered look, beaten, scratched, and knicked from years of abuse. The tables and chairs were haphazardly scattered around the room, some pushed in others mostly left out of order due to careless drunks. In one corner a red velveteen couch that had seen better days and another a billiards table, its felt peeling. The large dark wooden bar, also had seen better days, not faring much better than the rest of drinking establishment. The smell of alocohol was obvious in the air, still rather cold just like the outside where the rain had turned to snow. The bartender situated himself at his station behind the counter allowed the kid to take a seat right at the bar if he wished, nodding to a stool that was right across from.

"Hungry right?" Keisotsu's words were more a statement rather than a question. Maybe he was looking for some confirmation, but the bartender was still trying to think up what he could offer as food to the kid. It was a drinking establishment, not one meant for food and eating. He was currently washing his hands, but then stopped as he turned off the water. He had avoided looking directly at the kid besides from first seeing him outside. But now, he turned to him with his naturally cold stare. "Think there's some instant Ramen in the back." He was more commenting out loud than really looking for a conversation with the kid.

Turning his back to the youth, he started making his way to the door that led to storage. But he then stopped, placing his hand on its frame. It was the hand that had his wedding ring. The metal softly tapping on the wooden trim. "You mind Ramen?"
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Xander, over the years, had a very strong ability to pick up on tone shifts. Knowing when an instructor was more annoyed with him than usual helped him to try and avoid further beatings. So when the young lad heard his elder state that what had happened was fine, he felt a large weight lift itself off of his shoulders. Seemed the man wasn't too angry with him after all. Though, he may have been hiding his true intentions until they were behind closed doors, for the man had invited him inside of the building the dumpster had belonged to. "Yes sir! Xander replied, as he normally did when provided an order. He then began to slowly pull himself out of the dumpster and spill out over the side of it, landing on his rear. As he stood up and rubbed his slightly pained behind, he heard the man call out from the building.

"Unless yah actually like doin' what you're doin'."

Unless? What'd he mean by that? Even if he did enjoy spending time down in the literal dumps, wouldn't staying in there be doing the direct opposite of what the man ordered him to do earlier? Perhaps the man was baiting him into disobeying, providing further cause to be upset. Not wanting to risk that, the boy reluctantly followed the man inside of the building, grasping his cloak tight as he could only hope for the best.

The inside of the building had seemed a bit worn down and messy. As the boy's eyes wandered about the establishment, taking in the sights of the battered furniture, damaged floors, and the bitter smell of alcohol, Xander couldn't help but make the connection. "....Feels just like my room...." He said to himself, though potentially loud enough for the other man to hear. Following the man towards the bar, and taking note of the man's gesture towards the stool, Xander took a seat. He released a soft sigh as his body began to relax, before his body suddenly jumping and straightening out, his muscle memory remembering what would happen if he ever found himself too relaxed when he was back at home.

It was then the man asked if he was hungry, to which Xander replied not with words, but with his eyes, looking down towards the ground to avoid answering the question that had gotten him in trouble before in the past. Not one to pass up such a moment though, the boy's stomach practically wailed, causing him to shut his eyes tight as he was reminded of the complete emptiness he tried his hardest to ignore. He happened to open one eye in time, a pained look on his face as he met the bartender's stare with his own. The man seemed to be providing an offering, but Xander wasn't quite sure what he meant.

"R-ramen? What's th-that?" This would be the first time he had heard of such a thing. If it followed the question of if he's hungry, then it must be edible, right? But, that couldn't be, wasn't bread the only form of sustenance? It's all he had ever been able to keep down, anyway. "I-is it a type of br-bread?" The boy had to ask, his incredibly limited knowledge of the outside world rearing it's head. He wasn't taught about anything that was deemed unnecessary. Bread and water were the only things he'd ever consumed before his time outside, though he knew of the existence of alcohol. He's been doing his best to try and adapt to the world, but there was so much that he had to learn, and he was already starting 15 years late.
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"....Feels just like my room...."

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Keisotsu’s dark blue eyes looked over the kid twice. A bar feeling like a kid’s room? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was it the beaten and scratched wood? The peeling felt, or the dark lighting? Was it the smell of alcohol? Now he was really feeling like an asshole, being a bartender and a less than admitting alcoholic. But at least it did mean one thing, the kid wasn’t homeless. So then… why the hell was he dumpster diving? Maybe he was remembering what his room had felt like, yet there hadn’t any past tense in his words. A runaway then? It was really the only other explanation. Unless, his parents had just left him out on the street on purpose. The more he thought of possible scenarios, the more the bartender was confusing himself.

He really needed to stop thinking so hard about rather trivial things. He had done his good deed of the day and he still needed to deliver. What the kid said next about ramen however, just left the bartender more than dumbstruck.

"I-is it a type of br-bread?"

Now just what the hell was that supposed to mean? The kid had never eaten ramen? Even more so, never actually heard of the stuff? His brow raised in more obvious confusion and incredulity. The kid must’ve been living under a rock all of his life to not know such a common food. Even if he wasn’t a Japanese native, Keisotsu was pretty sure even the instant form of the dish was a major international export. Why did he somehow always end up dealing with all the really odd birds of the homeless kind?

“It’s like… noodles and soup. Pretty good when you’re starving.” Looking down to the kid, Keisotsu scratched the back of his neck, now wondering if his blunt response made any sense to the someone who apparently had never even heard of Ramen before. He shrugged to himself, taking the kid’s response as some kind of yes. He still was rather puzzled by the fact that the kid had never eaten ramen before, but all the more reason to make him a bowl of the instant stuff. He disappeared to the back room, finding the plastic package after rummaging around the cupboards. Filling a pot of water, he set it on a hot plate to boil. It would take just a few minutes for it to bubble up, and then he added the hard, cracker like noodles. After some moments of cooking, the noodle soup would be ready, Keisotsu himself taking a few whiffs of the ramen’s slightly salty aroma. He poured it into a bowl and returned to the kid at the bar with the dish in hand, along with a pair of plastic chopsticks.

Sitting it on the counter with less than obvious enthusiasm, his dark eyes stayed trained on the ravenette teen before him. It suddenly came to his mind that if the kid didn’t know anything about ramen, did he… even know how to use chopsticks? He did at least speak Japanese, but was he certainly rather odd. It honestly wouldn’t have even surprised the bartender if he didn’t know. He would be able to find a fork somewhere and if asked he could provide, but he didn’t say anything just yet. Would it have been cruel to let the kid make even more of a fool of himself? He couldn't help but feel curious about the kid’s story, though he wasn’t the type to be so nosy. He never really enjoyed being interrogated, so he wouldn’t interrogate someone else. Besides, if the kid was a runaway, he probably wouldn’t want to talk about it either. Or whatever other story he had that he wouldn’t like sharing.

“It’s free food. And it doesn’t come from a dumpster. So eat up.”

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Earnings:

  • Xander Musen - 11 EXP , 1000 cash
  • Keisotsu Suga - 12 EXP, 1000 cash

Comments:
Despite being an incomplete thread I saw the potential for some nice character development. Obviously for poor Xander who has sadly been dealing with his past and having to live on the street vs poor Keisotsu Suga who's lost more than everything and is showing some compassion.

Always next time I suppose. Enjoy your spoils!

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