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hadriel_logs2017-02-13 10:36 pm
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Better I'm the Last One Alive, Than A Soul Denied
Who: Yukari and you! (OTA, Will match format)
What: Yukari's adjusting to his missing eye.
Where: Around Hadriel
When: February 14th
Warnings: Mild violence; Mild descriptions of gore.
[A] Training
If Yukari had to admit to anything, it would be that living with an eye-patch has been more troublesome than he thought it would be. Losing his eye due to a poor choice of words and intentions, he's lost some of his depth perception to go with it. Relying on Curufin has been... odd, to say the least. Not that he isn't grateful for the Elf. Yukari's just so independent. Having to rely on anyone else is beyond what he ever expected for him. Or, at the very least, he expected to be old and weary before he would have to rely on someone. He aims to take care of the burden he's being as soon as possible, and take that stress off of Curufin's shoulders. Despite that he's been told he should probably rest until he's had the chance to heal properly.
He finds a wide, open area in the fields before he draws his sword. Already, everything feels off, as if the world had shifted left while he wasn't looking. He gives a light huff before he starts swinging, practicing the basic moves and working his way up. His skill feels clumsy, since he can't witness it from his right side for how wide his sweeps are, or where he's aiming just beyond that peripheral vision. It's fairly frustrating, actually. He pauses after a few more movements, trying to determine to see to his right side more easily. If only he had a mentor who knew how to direct this kind of thing, or an opponent to practice with, he'd actually appreciate it in this circumstance.
[B] The River
After all of that practice, he's settled himself before the water. His sword lays in the grass in front of him as he stares pensively into the water. He knows he won't be able to counteract the new depth perception problems overnight, but it still brings a soft sigh to escape from his lips. His skill in battle is part of who he is. To have to adjust to a new means... It's like having to start back at square on. That will teach him to piss off little girls with a weapons specialty, he supposes.
As someone approaches, he looks over his shoulder, on his right side. The eye patch being the first thing to meet them rather than his gaze. He's still got alot to get used to, and he mentally groans that he has to physically turn himself so he can properly see the person.
"Can I help you?" He asks. His voice may be level, but it hints at his frustration for his shortcomings.
What: Yukari's adjusting to his missing eye.
Where: Around Hadriel
When: February 14th
Warnings: Mild violence; Mild descriptions of gore.
[A] Training
If Yukari had to admit to anything, it would be that living with an eye-patch has been more troublesome than he thought it would be. Losing his eye due to a poor choice of words and intentions, he's lost some of his depth perception to go with it. Relying on Curufin has been... odd, to say the least. Not that he isn't grateful for the Elf. Yukari's just so independent. Having to rely on anyone else is beyond what he ever expected for him. Or, at the very least, he expected to be old and weary before he would have to rely on someone. He aims to take care of the burden he's being as soon as possible, and take that stress off of Curufin's shoulders. Despite that he's been told he should probably rest until he's had the chance to heal properly.
He finds a wide, open area in the fields before he draws his sword. Already, everything feels off, as if the world had shifted left while he wasn't looking. He gives a light huff before he starts swinging, practicing the basic moves and working his way up. His skill feels clumsy, since he can't witness it from his right side for how wide his sweeps are, or where he's aiming just beyond that peripheral vision. It's fairly frustrating, actually. He pauses after a few more movements, trying to determine to see to his right side more easily. If only he had a mentor who knew how to direct this kind of thing, or an opponent to practice with, he'd actually appreciate it in this circumstance.
[B] The River
After all of that practice, he's settled himself before the water. His sword lays in the grass in front of him as he stares pensively into the water. He knows he won't be able to counteract the new depth perception problems overnight, but it still brings a soft sigh to escape from his lips. His skill in battle is part of who he is. To have to adjust to a new means... It's like having to start back at square on. That will teach him to piss off little girls with a weapons specialty, he supposes.
As someone approaches, he looks over his shoulder, on his right side. The eye patch being the first thing to meet them rather than his gaze. He's still got alot to get used to, and he mentally groans that he has to physically turn himself so he can properly see the person.
"Can I help you?" He asks. His voice may be level, but it hints at his frustration for his shortcomings.
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But it is. The other's show of frustration and carelessness doesn't reach him. And he files the ability away in his mind for the future.
"I'm sure it is." Unlike when they'd spoken before, there is no anger in his tone. There isn't even a patronizing, mocking edge. Not yet, anyway. For now, his voice is cold and flat, betraying no emotion if indeed he's currently feeling any at all.
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"And just how long have you been there for?" His voice is level, cool, and collected as he looks Near over. He sets a hand on his hip, leaning his support to his right leg as his head tilts slightly. At the very least, the kid doesn't look a fighter. He can drop his guard and the need for his Auras in self-defense.
For the moment, he doesn't recognise Near's voice. He's too busy mentally defusing his temper; being on edge means starting fights. And even if this kid isn't a proper fighter, he could still have a significant advantage against Yukari's current state. Of that much, Yukari's not stupid. He underestimated one child already. He won't make that mistake twice.
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The assessment that Near isn't much of a fighter is an accurate one. He is, in fact, almost as pathetic as he looks. He is aware of this, and plans accordingly. It would in all likelihood take godly intervention for Near to start an altercation no matter what Yukari says; he just isn't easily goaded.
"But long enough to notice the issue you're having." Depth perception problems, in his estimation.
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Although, if Near had gotten hurt outside of Yukari's intentions, he certainly would have aided him to the clinic. He's not a heartless monster, and if someone who wasn't a target ends up in his way, he should help them.
"And do you have a solution, then?" He's not sure if he's more annoyed or intrigued, but if anyone can offer a working solution, he'll take what he can get.
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"Do I look like the sort to have a solution?" Again, flat voice, no indication of curiosity or irritation. That is not what the question is about.
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That Rage-influenced, grumpy conversation sounding like a child trying to pretend it wasn't having a tantrum. It most certainly suited Yukari's line of thought that Near appeared as he did.
"I hope you're feeling better since then." His voice indicates no such thing, actually. Nor the indication of a formality. More like an allusion to that he knows it was an odd influence at work, but he'll rub it in his face anyway.