CITY SQUARE ( OCT 17 )
Wherever you are, word begins to spread. Whispers, followed by everyone grabbing the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon and heading towards the center of the city. If you follow, you'll walk into an all-out battle.
The fight is mostly fought with fists, but some have blunt weapons, and a rare few have something sharp and shiny in their hands. Whether you want to get involved or not, there are still injured people running past you, and if you get too close, you might find yourself being attacked.
The goblins are friendly only to non-humans and those who have already allied themselves with them. Humans are far more partial to fellow humans. Regardless of what side you're fighting on, partway into the fight, everyone stops. If you aren't careful, you'll find yourself handcuffed before you know it and being carted off to jail.
Those who get away will not find the fight without consequences. All alliances have been cemented now — there is a clear line between the goblins and humans, and you'd better hope you picked the right side in this fight, because that's the side you're on now.
Those who fought for the goblins will no longer be welcome at the Voclain or Abel Inn; if they're staying there, they return to find their things out on the street. Many human vendors will refuse to sell to them, and word will spread fast that they can't be trusted. Those who fought for the humans won't be welcome at the Krozm Boarding House or the outskirts — should they come near, they will be regarded as a threat and treated as such.
JAIL ( OCT 17-18 )
The jail is near the outskirts, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. You're carted into a small, empty room, containing only a desk and a sizeable cell. Everyone is shoved into the cell, regardless of affiliation. Human allies are treated a bit gentler, but not by much. Once everyone is in, the police leave the room, letting the door swing shut behind them. They come in every once in awhile to check in, but the truth is they don't really care.
The cell is pretty unpleasant to be in. Everyone is shouting and yelling, although they can't physically fight with their hands tied. Only a few people have shrunk into themselves, refusing to speak.
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But relatively unharmed. He's not the most interesting target, the lack of hostility clear in him. Bolin was hardly lethal against people he objectively disliked, he wasn't about to whip out some previously unknown killer instinct to hurt the goblins.
For the most part, he mounts a defense. It's not too hard of a thing, raising walls whenever it seems like someone's about to get too violent. His efforts aren't particularly appreciated however, and he finds himself being chased with more irritation than real malice.
Trying very keenly not to be set on fire by an angry man's torch, he frowns when he sees that head of white hair. ]
Hey! [ He spares some time to be offended. ] What are you doing here anyway? You shouldn't be fighting!
[ Because, y'know, Gintoki must be old, with that head of white hair. ]
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I'm not fighting. [ He's protecting. Not like Gintoki is going to so easily say that to Bolin, somebody that he has just met, but he feels as if he has a duty to keep the people he can associate with out of trouble and danger.
That would be everybody that ALASTAIR brought here.
We're in this together.
If Bolin notices, Gintoki doesn't seem to fight any bystanders; he doesn't seem to fight goblins only or humans only— it's only the people that are coming his way.
He wields the sword to the side to clean off some blood before looking at Bolin.
Did this guy cause the fissures in the ground? That's cool. ]
You're making a mess.
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Just because Bolin's not interested in causing injury, doesn't mean that he doesn't want to acquire any, and he wouldn't want that for the others either.
He slips closer to Gintoki, even if the other man can do just fine on his own, Bolin's the type to prefer fighting in a team; he's a pack animal. But he carries his weight, one foot pressing purposefully against the ground, while the other leg spins around to send the piece of earth flying toward a human, aimed at his torso to knock the wind out of him and send him to the ground. ]
This is looking bad. They're really going to kill each other!
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Oi, our job is to make the sun rise again. We're not shitty police or any kind of crap like that. If they want to riot, that's fine. They won't be at peace until we bring the sun back up. They are living in darkness. Once the sun is up, their lives will shine again.
[ Gintoki is about to make an escape, but a particularly hostile human comes at him with a knife. He gets Gintoki pretty good in the shoulder in which Gintoki proceeds to put his blade between his teeth ( shout out to Zoro, holla' ) and grab the human by the collar to spin him around until he has him against the wall of a building where he punches him right in the stomach.
Take note he doesn't kill this guy, but the punch is powerful enough to send him doubling over to the ground.
Gintoki pivots and makes his way back to Bolin to grab him by the arm and pull him along, sword still in his teeth. ]
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But when he turns it's to the sight of blood dark against the already dark black of Gintoki's clothes and it's kind of jarring. Burns, and the heavy impact of earth he's familiar with, but bending isn't a close combat technique, people subdue one another, they don't kill.
It shocks him enough to be complicit when Gintoki grabs him, gaze considerably more desolate as he takes in the scene around him, before looking back at his companion. ]
We should get inside! I can bandage you up.
[ Probably. He's dealt with sprains and dislocations before, but presumably it's not that different. ]
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There are bodies in the way, and Gintoki does step forward to attack them first to get them out of the way. Mere punches or uppercuts just to assert himself before flooding through the path. Finding refuge is a good idea, he agrees, it's just a matter of if they'll even get there without getting killed at this rate.
By the way Bolin seemed to wanted to bring himself closer to Gintoki, he can already tell this guy isn't confrontational at all. Getting some place safe might be good.. but then again, there are people out here that he knows can't defend themselves if they are hurt. ]
I don't need that.
[ He does, but he isn't going to admit it. Not right now— not when there are people in this crowd that could be hurt.
He pulls Bolin down an alleyway where it seems to be quiet. ]
Whose genius idea was this.. ?! I lost a pastry back there, I'm pissed too.
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You need to bandage your shoulder before you can't move your arm anymore! [ Seems like that's how things would go, if the gash on his shoulder got too bad, not that he has any real idea.
He frowns, hands reaching out to grasp the lower portion of Gintoki's kimono. ]
I'll tear bandage out of your clothes.
[ Just a warning Gintoki, in case you'd rather preserve the iconic outfit. ]
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[ Gintoki's instant reaction is to uppercut his hand, two of his fingers jamming up Bolin's nose if Bolin doesn't react quick enough.
Not his yukata. Anything but his yukata. It's what defines him. He'd have an identity crisis without it. It's like the woobie blanket for main protagonists.
Gintoki leans in. ]
You can't just rip up the main character's clothing. Do I have to call a lawyer? Have you been sued in your life? You're too young for that.
[ Bolin, please. You should have seen the damage he had in the Benizakura Arc and he still pressed on. ]
You don't look anything like a nurse. [ so no nursing.
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But he manfully refrains, instead leaning back forward again to give Gintoki a disgruntled stare, rubbing his nose indignantly and his concern about the older man's injury momentarily forgotten. ]
What? Stop trying to be cool! [ Just like Mako, seriously. Except that Mako is usually fairly sensible in battle, and he doesn't exert himself unnecessarily; the instinct to survive was ingrained in him too deeply, probably.
He puts his hands to his hips, undeterred. ]
And so what if I'm not a nurse?
[ The question becomes moot fairly quickly, with the clamour of something scrambling above them and Bolin barely has any time to even look up before a goblin come crashing out of a window above them, the window mercifully open so as to keep glass shards from raining down on them. It does not, however, stop the goblin himself from hurtling down toward them. ]
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Gintoki bristles up. ]
Only nurses [ and gorilla-women ] get to nurse Gin-san. It's in the rules, oi, don't you read rules? What if you made my injury worse because you don't nurse right? [ Gintoki dusts off something from his shoulder and snorts. ]
It takes more than this to get me down. Don't be stupid.
[ just then, this goblin falls out of seemingly nowhere, and Gintoki mutters a curse, stepping back and readying his sword. ]
—Don't you have better things to do like go home to your mommy or should I give you a reason to..!? [ this is directed at the goblin, but take it as you please. ]
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But he's kind of frustrated to be greeted by the goblin right now, no matter how much he wanted to make friends with them so that everyone could get along, right now really isn't the time. So he greets the intruder with a sweep of his hands, one foot planted firmly against the ground while his fists guide a sudden first of earth forward. It moves easily, cobblestone and all, to trap the goblin against a wall.
He faces Gintoki again, hands now up in the air and totally exasperated. ]
But what if you bleed out! This isn't exactly the kind of place where we can take you to a hospital!
[ Bolin is a real wimp in comparison to real animes. ]
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If Bolin wants to help, fine. But he isn't using his yukata. Anything but his yukata. Gintoki's upper lip curls in distaste at the very thought. What to do? ]
If it'll help you sleep better at night— [ A scoff. ]
But we're using something else. Use your underwear for all I care.
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I'm not gonna use my underwear!
[ Why is this even something he has to say? Though, at least he had the common sense to actually purchase more underwear so he wasn't saddled with the exact same clothes as he'd arrived with. Though he's not exactly sure he can say the same for Gintoki.
His eyes narrow then, deciding to take the other man up on his challenge, leaning forward like he thinks he's cool. ]
Or maybe I will! Do you want my underwear touching your blood?
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[ Gintoki also puffs up his chest, though he's probably taller than Bolin. Either way, they both look like kids like this. ]
I bet you couldn't even take off your underwear in a place like this!
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[ Y'know, by way of the skin healing around his underwear. Not that that is a thing that could happen, but it sounds sufficiently gross and would hopefully get the other man to concede defeat.
His hands go to the belt of his pants. ]
Okay! I'm doing it!
[ What follows is a pause, in anticipation of the interruption that Bolin is hoping will put an end to this debauchery.
The silence stretches on. ]
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But when there is silence and no dropping of pants, Gintoki puts his hands on his belt; the one that usually holds his bokuto— that stupid black one. ]
You're not man enough to take off your pants..! We'll use my underwear..!
[ ... the silence continues, but his gaze is intense— piercing— into Bolin's eyes. ]
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Iam man enough! [ His hands tighten on his belt, but no attempt to strip down his made.
But there's hardly any determination to waver from his gaze, bright green eyes narrow and focused on Gintoki's own dead fish gaze.
And without giving in an inch, he offers, ] But we can use your underwear, since that's probably more comfortable.
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We will both take off our pants, but we'll use my underwear..!
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He reels back in exaggerated realization, putting distance between them since the competition over who could puff out their chest the most first began. ]
What? Do you just want to see me without pants? Are you some kind of weirdo? [ Now he's pointing a finger. ] Don't you have a girlfriend!
[ Plus you're hella old, Gin-san! ]
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[ POINTING MORE FINGERS. ]
This is to benefit yourself on your exhausting journey to manhood! What if you have to piss in public and can't do it? Are you going to wet yourself and embarrass yourself and never get a girl because you'll be forever known as a Piss-pantser-san..!?
I'm challenging you to prepare you of the darkness this world has to offer for you, idiot, you should appreciate it!
[ ... still not moving to take off his pants anytime soon ... ]
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A man can never recover.
But he doesn't back down. ]
I'm not taking my pants off! [ Then, with startling clarity, he remembers that Gintoki is bleeding. ] And anyway - [ He stumbles a little, struggling to redirect their conversation back to the issue at hand. ] That's not important! You're bleeding!
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Gintoki scoffs, then removes his hands from his belt. He's not doing this if you're not. ]
Yaaadda, yadda, yadda, yaddaaaa. What's with that noise? Are you a fly? Quit jabbering. There's other things to worry about.
[ He grumbles, surveying the area for a moment. ]
What the hell are you so concerned about? Is it this? [ He pauses then gestures to the wound between his shoulder and chest. ] Is that what your racket is all about?
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[ This has devolved to the point that Bolin's just making noises now. (On the inside, he is kind of glad that they've moved away from the discussion about taking off their pants. It's kind of easy to get carried away with Gintoki's and he's not sure that they wouldn't have rushed back into the fight in their boxers.)
It's kind of obvious by now that Gintoki's fine, bleeding shoulder and all so Bolin drops the issue with an exasperated shrug of his shoulders. ]
Fine! I don't care that you got stabbed! It's no big deal apparently.
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He passed over the bodies of comrades that were probably still alive, but he decided not to save. He drove his blade through the guts of comrades that begged to be killed because of their suffering. It was his blood soaked hands and sword that made him feel like he had to do everything he could to carry any sort of value.
A sword is meant to protect. That's what his teacher first told him when he took his tiny hand and rescued him.
There wasn't much about him that was a big deal apparently in his honest opinion, no matter how arrogant he seemed at times.
This was a mere passing thought as he gives Bolin a glance. ]
Don't do anything dumb. [ like keep worrying about him— he hopes you get that drift ] There's enough of that going on. [ And he doesn't need to be saving your butt too.
Because he will. ]
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I should be the one saying that to you! [ It doesn't register why exactly Gintoki might be so unconcerned with the wound, because it's so common to him.
He steps forward again, appropriately riled up because at least he's got energy to spare regardless of how drawn out their little disagreement has become. ]
You're the one talking about underwear when you're bleeding! [ Which is really weird! He's probably seen Korra suffer through worse, but usually that entailed the safety of the world being on the line. Not the outcome of some petty brawl.
He's sort of getting the idea that Gintoki's not interested in pursuing the issue any longer however, and Bolin's not going to wrestle him into submission.
However - ]
You better be patched up next time I see you!
[ A threat, as if he's the adult between the two of them. ]
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