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★★★☆☆ week 2. sunday. ishikirimaru.
[ i spelled that right on my first try without even checking i am a fuckin legend
anyway. catch majima in the armory the morning after trial, doing stretches and warmups while waiting for a certain sword. he's so spry that hardly anyone would believe he'd been drinking himself into oblivion last night... what impressive metabolism he has.
even without turning around, he somehow knows when his sparring partner arrives. ]
So what'll it be today, Ishikiri-han?
[ . . . he's a respectful man, yes, but fuck you i'm not typing that whole thing out every time either. ]
anyway. catch majima in the armory the morning after trial, doing stretches and warmups while waiting for a certain sword. he's so spry that hardly anyone would believe he'd been drinking himself into oblivion last night... what impressive metabolism he has.
even without turning around, he somehow knows when his sparring partner arrives. ]
So what'll it be today, Ishikiri-han?
[ . . . he's a respectful man, yes, but fuck you i'm not typing that whole thing out every time either. ]
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[ when he turns around, he has a katana in his hand. his stance is practiced, almost textbook... clearly he's someone who knows his way with a sword, even though it's not nearly as much as ishi for, y'know. reasons.
he has a smile as he points the blade at his guest. ]
Don't think I'm gonna go easy on ya just 'cause you're on death row.
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[he may be less experienced in battle, compared to the other swords, but he is still a weapon. he's pretty sure he can handle someone fighting him with intent, and ishi draws and readies his own blade, taking a defensive stance.]
Now, will you show me what you can truly do? It may be my last request of you, so I will be quite offended if you hold back.
[there's a smile of his own in return, there.]
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[ his exclamation is like a battle cry as he suddenly lunges forward with an incredible burst of speed, hoping to pierce his opponent with the blade's tip. ]
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but that also means this is nothing new to him. ishi's brows raise at that burst of speed-- ah, he's faster than expected-- before he moves to try to sidestep that strike and deflect majima's blade.]
You would have to be able to kill me first!
[while that smile's replaced with a focused expression, his voice is stronger than usual, some of that constant calm now gone.]
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it's goddamn fucking amazing, he thinks.
also something something swordfighting here? stabby cutsalot? ]
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but this isn't a side ishikirimaru shows often, and it only intensifies with time and especially with every strike majima actually manages to land on him. there's a spark of what might actually be anger in his eyes when he's cut, and it makes him lash back even harder-- while he started off a little more cautious, a little less willing to actually try to harm majima and a lot more defensive... that fades. by the end of it he attacks with just as much intent.
right up until there's a moment where he presses the attack instead of defending, ending up with his blade pointed at majima's throat and majima's pointed wherever, i'm not his mom & that's your decision, but equally fight ending. at first, he doesn't move--
but he'll be the first to withdraw, doing so cautiously just in case majima decides he is not down to do the same.]
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at the end of their battle, he doesn't mind that he's covered in shallow wounds letting blood, that there are bruises marking his bare inked skin from defending against blunt blows, that this is gonna hurt like hell in the morning. as ishi lowers his sword, so does majima, letting it go to clatter onto the floor. he pants laboriously as he meets ishi's eyes with his one, and through the fatigue, adrenaline, and pain...
there's a spark of overwhelming respect—nay, admiration, as his face twists into a grin. ]
Holy shit.
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[it doesn't take long at all for ishi's demeanor to shift back to its usual steady calm, as if in a single breath he lets out all of it and returns to his usual self-- but it's certainly not all gone. there's still a bit of light in his eyes that wasn't there before, he can still feel the adrenaline in his blood. it doesn't hurt now, much as he knows it will later; the pain's still dulled, heartrate faster than he'll allow to show as he wipes his sword on one long sleeve and sheathes it again. it takes more effort than he'd admit to, in order to force his breathing into something more steady.
should he regret trying to provoke majima into fighting exactly like that? probably. does he? not right now.]
I would say I'll be able to rest more easily after that, if I didn't know how sore I'll be later.
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[ it's starting to visibly take a toll on him, especially as his cuts begin to turn an angry red. a normal person in his current condition shouldn't be conscious, let alone be moving, but somehow, he lumbers over to ishi and places a sturdy hand on the sword's shoulder. ]
But ya know? If shit hits the fan for me on the way, at least I'll go out happy, knowin' I got to fight someone like you.
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[ishi gives that hand on his shoulder a little pat, before he goes to pick up the sword that majima let drop onto the floor, wiping it clean as well.]
You should show this a bit more respect, by the way.
[just going to drop a sword, right in front of a sword's salad?]
But before cleaning these-- come. We should attend to your injuries as well; I will not be responsible if you allow any to get infected,
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[ at ishi's insistence to tend to him, though, he seems to recover some of his fortitude to at least attempt to pass on the offer. ]
Ya don't need to go outta your way. I'm a grown man who knew what he was gettin' into, I can take care of myself.
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there are more important things to worry about, though, and he carefully sets the sword aside.]
You are a grown man who, I expect, will still have some difficulty reaching the cuts on his back.
[and he just gestures for majima to follow him, they are going to the first aid supplies.]
If nothing else, extra hands will make it easier.
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Ya straight up aren't gonna let me leave otherwise, huh? Fine, fine, if ya really insist...
[ he's whining, yeah, but he's being compliant. give him some credit for that much! ]
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[ishi nods as he leads the way, and we are just going to like, skip the walk there. they have the things now, and ishi wastes little time wetting a cloth to clean off majima's back first.]
This may sting a bit, but I expect you're no stranger to that. Please hold still.
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[ he's perfectly motionless as ishi begins the cleaning process, no flinching or hissing to be had. now that he has a closeup of majima's skin, ishi may notice his back tattoo helps to cover up a lot of nasty scars. remnants of bruises, cuts, lashes, and more cover his entire body.
majima goro has had a pretty rough life. ]
Trust me, it'll take a lot more than some water an' disinfectant to get me to start squealin'.
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[he laughs under his breath at the thought, moving on to dab disinfectant onto each of those cuts; those marks definitely don't go unnoticed, but neither will ishi bring them up on his own. everyone has a past, and it's generally their own business.]
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Soooo... I'm sure ya get tired of this question, but, uh. How does the whole sword-in-a-human-body thing work?
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Ah, that...
[he pauses in his work, thinking about how much he wants to say about this-- but eventually he decides that he may as well, after that fight. if majima is someone more like what he knows, he minds sharing a little less.]
It's a little less that I am in a human body, and more that this body is a manifestation of me-- how I would have looked if I were always human, I assume. Normally, I would still be able to feel through my blade, and this body would be injured if it were damaged.