May catch-all

[bakudan_bambino]

🧙 WHO: Gokudera and absolutely anyone
⚔️️ WHAT: Mid-May catch all (training and other stuff that comes up)
🕒 WHEN: Mid... May? Before the event
🗺️ WHERE: Multiple places
⚠️ WARNINGS: violence, mentions of past sexual slavery, language



A. Training Grounds

Larry is sitting out in the middle of the training field, blowing bubbles to contain lit sticks of dynamite Gokudera is throwing into the air. Gokudera has discovered he has elemental magic and is working on what he can with wind, trying to push the bubble back towards his familiar, or up safely away from them both. He’s not successfully done either, and has just been creating useless gusts. The dynamite explodes in the bubble, the bubble pops, and knocks him down. This is getting very very tiresome, and his gusts don’t seem to be getting any stronger or going where he thinks he’s aiming them.

“Fuck... why isn’t it working?” He glares and pushes himself back up.


B. The Red Spring

No new arrivals from Namimori, it seems. Gokudera had spent the day watching new arrivals climb the cliff, wondering if he’d see someone from home. The journey back had been familiar and helped somewhat to clear his mind. But he’s been looking forward to bathing in the Red Spring. He feels partially new to Avalon after his reawakening, gone for years, and his body aged and scarred, when he’d apparently never left Camelot. Anyone who recognizes Gokudera from last month or any time prior will see the difference. Those who responded to his network post will already understand. But for those who have never met him, he’s acting very much like a new arrival.

The teenager lowers into the spring, the trunks he’s wearing keep him decent, but there is nothing to hide the vivid burn scars and long tally-marks down his back. There’s a black leather half-choke collar about his neck, and occasionally, there is a glow from beneath it, against the skin of his neck that looks like it’s burned many times over. Despite the fact that there is electricity attached to his neck, he fully submerges for a moment, then surfaces and decides he’ll play with the more illusory side of his light magic.

If you are unlucky enough to be anywhere near him, he’ll walk right up and offer you his entire left arm. It’s not real. It’s a smoke bomb, a prank, but hey, as far as your character should be able to tell, he just took off his arm and is handing it to you.

“Hey can you watch this for me? Thanks.” And then he’ll be getting out of the water so his familiar can be amused.


C. Wildcard! Seriously. Do whatever.

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[bakudan_bambino]

Larry makes another bubble, and Gokudera lets it drift, enough that it bumps into him and doesn't pop. He reaches out to it, extends both arms, and shrinks it down, familiar with the light magic enough to manipulate the odd circular force-field.

"What's the right kind of angry?" Gokudera grumbles, not recognizing who this person is. There is something vaguely familiar about him, but little more than remembering he's seen this person on the street one day, maybe.

Gokudera lifts up the bubble, and it's no larger than the palm of his hand, then he's waving it away, which creates a gentle breeze enough for it to drift until it comes near Shigaraki.

[facepalmchampion]

Watching, carefully, he notes the methods used, even if he can't use them himself. The question though? He can answer that no problem. "The one that sits in your gut, the one that eats you up and you can use against your enemy with the fuel it gives you just by existing on its spite alone."

Wandering over, he stands close, but not too close. "The anger you have is frustration and it's useless."

[bakudan_bambino]

"The enemy..." Gokudera turns his eyes on Shigaraki, looking him over, curious as the bubble between them drifts, shrinks, then pops above them, gone without his light magic to maintain it, forgotten by the sea creature that had created it, and no longer held aloft by the magic over air Gokudera had been testing.

"It's often myself. Are you encouraging me to hate myself?" He hates that he has not progressed, a version of himself that fails, and seeks to grow better. It's a raw determination that pushes him forward.

[facepalmchampion]

A nod of his head is the reply at first. The enemy. Whomever that may be in the situation necessary for someone to have an enemy at their disposal for those times you need that extra boost of upset.

Just as much as the nod of his head, the shrug of his shoulder is the initial answer. "It's better than nothing to hate. Would it work?" He asks, rounding to have a look at the familiar and then back easily at Gokudera. "If you have to hate yourself, do it. Will that make you a better fighter? Probably not. Confident fighters know how to put their self loathing aside."

That's just part of his opinion, "What were you trying to accomplish here? The bubbles and all."

[bakudan_bambino]

"I'm just trying to combine two magical abilities. At this rate, it seems my control of the element of air is too weak." He has so much control over fire, and mostly smoke, but nothing has truly made him angry enough to bring out his real fury. Gokudera does need stronger hatred, or at least the passion of battle to make his focus like a fierce gale.

"It's not easy to hate a bubble. If I should hate, maybe I should try shifting my focus." But what if that sparks some other element, he wonders.

Larry, the strange sea monster familiar seems to be dozing off, an snot bubble growing and shrinking from one nostril. The bubble Gokudera had been trying to move with air magic pops, and so that particular training exercise is done. He gives an aggravated sigh.