Description: Drake and Todoh talking about something or another in this old incomplete log.
[OOC] Todoh says, "We're live!"
Another day in Chihaya-Akasaka Village, and the weather is just getting nippy. It is, however, a bright'n sunny day all the same. So the glaring light of the daystar is picking up where the current tilt of the Earth is leaving off.
In other words, it's a nice day.
Drake's still loitering around, making face time with the locals and taking in the sights. He already saw the castle museum, so there really isn't all that much more to it. ..Except a beach. And anyone that knows anything about Drake knows that he absolutely loves beaches. So it's no far stretch of the imagination to expect to find the supermodel there. He, however, isn't surfing or anything like that. He's currently standing with a wide forward stance, bare feet and toes digging into the sands. Kept at a slow, concentrated speed, his body shifts over to extend his right arm in a palmheel strike. As it draws back, the left arm extends out to strike the air slowly with a gouge.
It might be getting nippy but sometimes when people just want to be on the beach, they'll be on the beach in varying degrees of dress. Some people are weird like that. Then you have some people, like Ryuhaku Todoh, who has inexplicably decided he needed to take a few hours out of Strolheim or something (...and how far away from Japan is it?) to be buried up to his neck in sand for reasons that will continue to elude the inferior measuring stick of 'sense,' much like America and its weak Imperial measurements!!
He's also wearing shades, and is in fact just several meters away off to the side of Drake as he trains against thin air in what may now be billed the official background of Match of the Millenium MUCK's training mode option that nobody ever uses except for combo videos. Has any combo videos ever come out of MotM? See, that's why. Either way, being off to the side and in the background, this is yet another entry in a long line of stupid background appearances he is known for, bobbing his head to some unknown beat like an animated .GIF file.
Strike. Strike. Drake's footing shifts, bringing him a step forward. His body pivots in a controlled, slow manner before extending his left foot in a medium sidekick. It's when the foot sets back down that he spots a mound in the sand.
Holy crap, an indian buriel site.
Holy crap, a head is poking out of it.
HOLY CRAP WEEKEND AT BERNIE'S.
But that's about when realization dawns on the previously focused fighter, and he nearly falls over for it. "Wait.. Lieutenant Japan? Is that you?"
[OOC] Todoh says, "As a serious note, I think we should attempt to make this very beach, in this remote, unlisted location in the descs /the/ go-to place for training just so my insane tangent becomes reality."
[OOC] Drake blinks. XD
[OOC] Drake says, "Sure"
[OOC] Todoh says, "and then do combo videos!!"
[OOC] Drake laughs.
The bobbing ceases as Drake, the hard-working son of a gun that he is, turns towards the mostly buried body of the mighty LIEUTENANT JAPAN whose head is so magnificently powerful that if the waves behind him don't stop trying to whip the back of his head he'll turn around and probably become really obnoxious and maybe, just maybe, actually live up to one of those exaggerated boasts.
"What?!" The 'Lieutenant' calls out, voice dripping with aggravation. "Just keep going! Just keep going and maybe just maybe you'll get it right!" He harrumphs as he rolls his neck about the sand base that has enveloped the rest of him.
[OOC] Todoh says, "Sorry for the delay there either way."
[OOC] Drake says, "It's fine!"
"Lieutenant Japan!," repeats Drake, but now with more pleasure than astonishment. His eyes even do that happy curvy-uppy thing. "I've not seen you since the Tour started! Did you see the fight? Did you see the one in Israel?" His fists set to his hips, smile brightening to one of pure radiance. Tooth-ping. "Did'ja come to help me brush up on my technique? I've been trying to use more chi, too.. and do what you showed me!"
"Hrrrrmmm." To put a fine point as to which point of the conversation the more underground of the two does this, it is exactly right at the greeting because, consarnit, he chose a great time to forget the name of this kid who carries at least a modicum of promise. Fortunately he does not interject any further ambient grunts until Drake says his piece.
The toothping is bright enough that the man has to squint. Has he been hanging around that Korean kook? "Why... maybe! Maybe. Maybe! But it could also be... that I was enjoying the view! That's right!" Teeth clench. "You want me to come up there and show you more?! Oooh, I got plenty to show ya!" The head rocks back and forth as the man tries to wriggle himself out of his chilly little sand prison. How'd he even get there?
Drake blames the inner city kids. Them hoods with their long-hair music.
"Yeah? Awesome. Let's brush up on some of it, then, and-.." Drake pauses, expression dulling a little. An obsidian eyebrow shoots up. "..Are you.. stuck.. Lieutenant?," he asks. "Do you, ah.. need help or anything?" It's asked with only the uttermost innocence, no hint of pride, malice, or taunting. He's just trying to be useful!
"I, ah... no! Not at all! Yeh hah hah... just wait! Just you waaaaait!" He growls as he struggles to free himself out of this bizarre predicament of which appears to have no real apparent cause as the sea continues to brush up behind him without much of a care.
"Just, ah... just keep going! Yes. By all means, just keep going!" He wrinkles his nose a bit to keep the sunglasses on. These are kind of neat sunglasses, after all.
"'Kay..," says Drake. He eases back from him and sets back into his stance. While eyeing the buried sandman, he begins running through the kata again. He begins with a slow, gradual roundkick at head level. It pulls back slowly, but somewhat shakily - his concentration is primarily on Todoh. His predicament? Puzzling. And amusing, at the same time.
Puzzling and amusing. Usually one would put 'annoying' before those descriptors. Either way, whether he likes it or not he's witness to one of Drake's katas as the youth readies himself for his next fight on his grand world tour to try his luck against the best of the best of the various nations out there. An incredible journey of self discovery and growth.
All of this, of course, is lost to the elder man who has at least up until now been enjoying his makeshift tomb. "Hm," he thinks out loud, halting his struggling as he lays his head back a bit. "How about that other thing?"
His follow-up axe-kick is thrown a little off-kilter with this question, and Drake stumbles to a halt. "The other thing?," he asks. "Which other thing?" Drake, unlike other models, has no psychic powers. Go figure! "You mean.. with the chi?"
Todoh's working on shaming all of them into the right way of things, just you wait! When he's not... at Strolheim, or, say, doing what he's doing right now, which is something he does all the time. So he's going to be at it for a good long while. Possibly longer than Drake's lifetime. Or his children. Or their children.
"Of course I do!!" A fist shakes. Under the sand, of course, but this gesture warrants mention despite invisibility. "Let's see if you got it this go around! Why, I have the best view for it!" And despite looking /up/ he's still looking down, go figure.
Rather than raise an eyebrow, it lowers instead. Drake's head cocks a aside, allowing just a few of those bangs to drift over an eye. "Alright, then. Here goes..."
Drake's hands pull back, fingers curled tight, but with palms still exposed. His right hand envelopes with the sparkling white chi, the left hand with the shimmering black. The hands thrust forward, one over the other, and that sizable stream of black and white energy spirals out into a single, condensed beam. The force digs his feet into the ground, sand building up around his heels, and arms trembling from the shock.. but it ends soon after the display, energy dissipating.
"Like that?," asks Drake, all hopeful-like.
Some of the sand also sprays on the elder man's face, which was bound to happen because sometimes it just seems like the whole world wants to kick sand in the old man's face but joke's on them, his head is a sand magnet, they'll regret throwing that sand away in the next insane plot against the Kyokugen Dojo!
Moving on beyond that crazy spiel, ol' Todoh remains relatively motionless despite this spray. It is a familiar overall gesture. The flashy colors, sure, you know what, maybe kids just really want those bright two tone colors and highlights and neons and perhaps he will have to accept that. But he won't. Teeth gnash. The sand makes it worse.
"That! That thing!" The so-called Lieutenant cries. "Do it again! Try it with less of that... less of that pulling back!" The sunglasses droop slightly.
"H-how am I supposed to gather enough energy for it!?," Drake cries, frame visibly slouching. "It takes a lot to generate somethin' that huge!" His head bows a little, and he picks himself back up. "I'll try. How should I do it?"
"You make it happen!!" The head wriggles around the sandy tomb again, as if ol' Todoh felt that he really needed the rest of him to present a better case as opposed to all that yelling he does. "You force it! Forget all that... all that intricate garbage like all those, those... ugly flowers! How many flowers have I seen?! Too many! All these kids, they think making those flashy little DESIGNER PATTERNS is the be all end all! Oh no! No siree! Nuh uh!" A pause in the ranting comes to... breathe? Nope, just to struggle against the sand again.
"Why just not long ago I told one big tall guy this to his face! And guess what, because he couldn't match me in perfectly civil discussion about the nature of chi in martial arts," this is assuming Ryuhaku is ever even capable of holding much of a civil conversation with much of anyone nowadays, "he thought he could hit me to make a point! Well he didn't! And I'm telling you now! You just stop it with the frilly froo froo stuff and just force it!! That's right! Who cares if it looks like a crumpled gray bag, that crumpled gray bag is gonna wipe their faces clean and then dirty them up again when you rub it in!! And, and... and..." He trails off a bit.
Drake looks a bit like a berated puppy, eyes wide and head hunched back towards his shoulders. "I-I'm not doing it so much for design! The two separate beams make one so it's bigger'n harder hitting! That's why I do -that-.. and I'll try to just come right out and do it."
But that's completely foregoing the channeling of his chi.
..But this is why he's training under Todoh. To get better and more efficient at it. So, Drake simply thrusts his hands forward.
There's a snap of white and black!
A couple limp noodles of black and white energy drips from his palms to harmlessly hit the sand and evaporate. Drake, understandable, looks both confused and embarrassed by this.
"That!!" Todoh points up with his finger. Which is still submerged, so never mind that. "Yes. That! That is what you should work on. That and your groveling! But, but that one first. Yes. That one." He clears his throat and spits out some more sand.
"Gravity can do wonders! It is, as the youngsters say... your bitch. See how that fell?!" It fell pathetically, but the old man sounds pleased enough. "Saves yourself a little wind, it does! Because if you can't do it ten thousand times a day it's not good enough for me! Or you! But also me. Mostly me!"
Drake opens his mouth to speak, but then lowers his head a little. Groveling? Ouch. He didn't think he was groveling! Just trying to explain why he does things the way he does! "So.. I should just try to channel quicker. Better concentration. Faster shots.." His bare foot scraps along the sand, absently drawing a line. "I'll work on it more."
And why didn't this kid get it the first go around, Todoh wonders, who goes on the speed of Todoh on the Todoh lane on the Todoh highway, which is great because when he's all 'my way or the highway' it's almost always win-win. Except... when it isn't.
Like when the tide seems to kick up a bit. Ol' Lieutenant Japan relaxes just a tiny bit despite the threat of drowning if he didn't get out of the sand in about an hour's time. "You'd better if you're gonna get ahead of this... this rat race garbage!" A sagely nod, because what the hell else can a simple head do? Aside from laugh and smile and frown and grin and all that goodness.
A crab scuttles by and pinches off the sunglasses to run off with them. There's a black eye underneath. "Wha... hey! HEY! Oooh you cheeky little crab! I'll make cake out of you yet!!" Yelling with impotent rage, the man rocks about to try and pull himself up and out of the sand.
[OOC] Drake says, "Sec."
[OOC] Drake says, "Mmkay."
[OOC] Todoh says, "Welcome back!"
Drake lifts his left hand to rub over the back of his neck. "Yeah.. sure. It's not easy for me, but okay. That's what training's about, after all.." The last bit is said mostly to himself. And up comes the tide.. along with the crab of despair.
5RAmethyst eyes fall on the crab making off with sunglasses. His eyes then zip to Todoh and his shiner. ..And back to the crab. "You! Return Lieutenant Japan's sunglasses this instant!" maybe he'll earn some brownie points? Who knows? Sure, a little over-dramatized, but.. why not?
Drake lunges for the crab in nothing short of a football tackle.
[OOC] Todoh says, "oh man."
[OOC] Todoh says, "Are you truly going to be engaging in CRAB BATTLE?"
[OOC] Drake says, "INDEED."
[OOC] Drake says, "For the master's honor!"
[OOC] Todoh says, "This will have to be epic or something, hold on."
[OOC] Drake NOD.
CRABBATTLESYS: Drake has joined the fight for his very soul.
The crab is a sarcastic creature built of spite for its fast sideways movement. It is also not terribly intelligent and is probably just an innocent sea creature having accidentally got a claw stuck on someone's sunglasses and has yet to release its grasp, maybe under the confusion that it could be food.
It snaps the other pincer at the large approaching figure whose shadow envelopes it in a fight for its very life and possession of what is maybe food. This guy with the features strangely related to various gemstones is not only far taller but as solid as carved rock, polished to an alluring luster.
It is immediately tackled, crushed under the large figure's overpowering mass, twitching from underneath as the pincers clench their last. The sunglasses fall out of its hold, at which point it lies still in the sands as another washed up casualty of the delicate beach ecosystem as it involves human beings and their vanities, along with the natural resources exploited to provide these vanities.
CRABBATTLESYS: Crab can no longer fight.
[OOC] Drake says, "Amazing."
[OOC] Drake says, "Une minute."
[OOC] Drake says, "Foodlings. Uber sorry."
[OOC] Todoh says, "No worries."
[OOC] Drake says, "Okay."
[OOC] Todoh says, "Welcome back."
[OOC] Todoh is probably gonna need to turn in in a couple rounds, he's feeling kind of sleepy.
[OOC] Drake ohs. We can pick up later, if you prefer?
[OOC] Todoh says, "We can shoot for that if you'd like. When are you available?"
[OOC] Drake should be available hither and thither tomorrow. No idea when specifically. Heading back to campus.
[OOC] Todoh says, "OK, we'll shoot for then unless my Strolheim guys suddenly converge all together and decide the time is right for a throwdown."
[OOC] Drake nodnods. It's cool.
[OOC] Drake says, "See you later, then!"
[OOC] Todoh waves.
[OOC] Drake hattips!
Log created on 16:31:46 11/29/2008 by Todoh, and last modified on 10:35:35 10/20/2014.