~♥TWENTY-ONE♥~

[generalflirt]

[Action]

[Okay, so after flouncing the house yesterday and taking up residence in a random apartment in the middle of the night, taking only his journal and the clothes on his back, Masaomi is now left with a few things to do today on the 8th, now that he rested all of the seventh. He is of course ditching school if there is any, but he will be heading to three different places:

1) The Smithy, to see if he can't find or request the construction of a collapsible baton, like the ones he used in the draft
2) The clothing shop, because he left all his hoodies/other outfits at home. In fact, he's still wearing the ninja vest he wore in the draft today, albeit mercifully with a washed pair of pants and a washed T-shirt.
3) looking for people

He is specifically looking for his closest non-Mikado friends, those who need to be protected, or those he respects/figures can do something (slatebreaker, seiriald, markofthebrave, boomchuka, wise_maiden, liketofu, heavenslament, poppetry, falenandawn, mischiefbreeder, its_troublesome, acowardlyoak, anddeathsdoctor) though will not object if other people run into him. He is however, in the darkest of all moods right now, and still is a little weak, despite a day or rest. He'll be all over town looking for these people (mostly because he isn't entirely sure where all of them live) and such.

-FOR THE RECORD IF YOU ARE ON THAT LIST AND DON'T HAVE TIME/ENERGY FOR A THREAD, FEEL FREE TO ASSUME HE GAVE THEM A HEADS-UP. EDIT: Also heads up if they can't be found for some reason or another. Just give me a ring somehow to know you saw. Also, like I said, anyone is free to tag whenever. Have at.

EDIT2: for context of why he booked it from the house see this thread (heavy spoilers for later DRRR novels)]

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[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[ Shuri actually hasn't left his bed since he got home. Not sleeping, he hasn't managed to actually do that yet - but just lying under the comfort of the impenetrable blanket fort of comfort.

Today's weather isn't helping his desire to get out of bed. ]

[generalflirt]

[Too bad, the weather can be damned Masaomi is here to check on him.

Step one: knock on the front door.]

[fyulong]

[Step two: get the wrong blond. Mikage opens the door, and his expression is friendly until he sees exactly who is waiting outside. At once he looks wary, on the very cusp of confrontational- oh, it's you.]

What is it?

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

[Selphie's bedridden. Her injuries are no longer present thanks to some heavy duty healing from Ceodore but she's still very sick. If Masaomi finds her in the battle dome clinic, he'll likely have to wake her up somehow. At least she's not trying to escape.]

[generalflirt]

[Oh he is there - he actually was expecting Law to be here so when he sees Selphie in one of the bed he frowns. And then lurking and looming, he makes his way over to her]

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

[Masaomi will discover Selphie in the midst of a fever dream. The cloth that was covering her forehead has fallen onto the floor and her face is drenched in sweat. Her hands are gripping the blanket surrounding her in a white-knuckled grip. Eventually, Selphie will roll over onto her side as her eyes snap open.]

W-what...?

[deathsdoctor]

[The place: The Battledome.

The setting: A simulated random seaside town. A simulated random seaside town experiencing a hurricane. And, yup being attacked by Third Party Soldiers.

The situation: One hell of a fight - One Piece Style. Sans Devil Fruit on Law's end - he's just focusing on the swordsmanship today and combat against multiple assailants. Think Whiskey Peak... amped up a few notches.

The question: Do you interrupt him, or do you watch him kick ass?]

[generalflirt]

[Watch, really. He could interrupt but this is Law... he's actually a little afraid of Law, and even though his mood is the worst it's been in a long time, he keeps his cool to watch it from this viewing window. When he comes out... well, when Law comes out he'll get him to know the information he needs.

...And maybe give him a medical once over. He lost a lot of blood out there, even if most of the wounds healed. And he feels a little sick, even if he's standing]

[deathsdoctor]

[Probably a good thing. Speaks well to your instincts. Both by being a bit afraid and not coming in here during one of his fights.

... and he should be done soon. Almost all of the Third Party soldiers sent at him have been leveled. Only twenty left.

Er... sorry... ten.

No... five.

Nevermind, he's done, simulation over.

Coming out now and trying to spot his bag with his towel and bandages and antiseptic. A bit banged up (nothing serious) and content with much ass being kicked and frustration vented.]

[markofthebrave]

[It's storming, which means she can't be out in her garden like she wants to be. She's feeling too twitchy to sit still. It's very quiet in the house. She's been sad and worried all day, though she's trying not to show it or let it affect her too much.

There are three stages to this. One, when she's bustling all around the house and cleaning things that don't really need to be cleaned. Two, when she falls asleep on the sofa in a rare depression-induced nap, and three... after dinner, when it's storming, Katara is going to go outside her house and practice stopping the rain.

In any and all of these stages, she'll be at home.]

[generalflirt]

[And he can make his way there - he does, mid-way through the day. He considers a moment... he could break in, he could knock on her window, but bother of those defeat his purpose and he doesn't have the energy. Plus, while it's not quite -storming- now as opposed to how it was earlier and will be later, it's still raining pretty hard and he's quite wet on top of being a tad ill.

So.

Knock on the door]

[markofthebrave]

[So right about then would be stage two, sleeping on the couch. A knock on the door is enough to rouse her, unaccustomed to naps as she is. She glances around blearily, and then makes her way to the door, rubbing absently at an eye and brushing down her sleep-mussed hair.]

Hell-- oh, Masaomi!

[He's back. He's safe. Good.

She instantly opens the door wide.]

You're soaked. Come on in.

[Frown, frown, worry, worry.] Where is your umbrella?

[mischiefbreeder]

[Thankfully, Gold's recovered from his extreme exhaustion from the draft and has since returned home.

...His stinky, stinky home. Fuckdammit. Unfortunately, there aren't many ways to get rid of smell aside from eliminating the source and airing the place out, both of which he's doing. So all the windows and doors are wide-open right now, allowing the stench to dissipate.]

[generalflirt]

[...It does smell.

But Masaomi ignores that, leaning in one of the windows when he sees Gold. He doesn't... he can't come inside, which is why he's here during school hours.]

Gold.

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV when Masaomi poked his head in. His ears perked up at the sound of Masaomi's voice.]

...Oh, there you are. The hell you been, dude?

[falenandawn]

[Frey's, surprisingly enough, sitting on the porch when he really should be resting. After sleeping most of yesterday and returning home this morning, he was trying to keep up appearances at least a little. He didn't weant to worry Lym afterall.]

[generalflirt]

[Well that's convenient for Masaomi. It's raining, of course (it's due to storm later in the day) so he stomps over here through the rain, his expression a little hard. He also speaks up to be heard over it-] Frey!

[falenandawn]

Masaomi? Where have you been? [Not like Frey has the right to ask that. He only got back to the house early this morning.]

[analyzing]

[Helping out at the plaza doesn't mean you can't go home for a shower and she's just on her way out of her apartment when he approaches her. She might be locking the door so her attention's a little riveted on something else, give her a moment...]

[generalflirt]

[But Rise, when you turn, he'll be STANDING THERE with an expression a little like this. It's not eerie at all]

1/2

[analyzing]

--!

[Because it's totally normal to stand there like a stalker-- wait, no.]

[analyzing]

...something you need, Masaomi-kun?

[endgames]

[By the eighth, the worst effects of his chakra exhaustion have thankfully passed, even if that just currently leaves with him enough energy to get up off the couch when he really wants to, and little more.

Given Law's advice, however, sitting around probably isn't such a bad idea after all, so the couch in his and Chouji's apartment is where he stays for the time being, dozing for much of it.]

[generalflirt]

[Buuut after getting the apartment number from Katara, Masaomi is going to be making his way to the door and... knock]

[endgames]

[The knock grabs his attention - or more importantly that nothing comes after it. If it were Chouji, back from the store, he'd either say something or let himself in. Same goes for Naruto and Shino and Hinata.

Temari rarely bothers with knocking at all, unless it's the kind of knocking that leaves him with the door or a wall missing. 8|

With a grunt, Shikamaru pushes himself off of the couch and makes his way slowly over to the door, opening it just a crack at first. The person on the other side actually surprises him.]

Masaomi? [The door opens wider, just slightly.] What're you doing here?