exsiliumlogs | When I get older, I will be stronger [Open]

Date and Time: Afternoon of March 22nd
Location: The Training Room
Characters: Asuka, Open
Summary: Asuka kicks a ~~football~~ soccer ball around for no particular reason.
Warnings: None (yet).

Ever since her conversation with Utena about sports and possibly starting something it had been hovering at the forefront of her mind. Then it had turned from a random idea into a reality after she'd discovered a somewhat battered soccer ball in one of the stores in the market. Sure, it had cost a bit, but it was worth it - it gave her something to do. Even indoors. And surely the Initiative wouldn't complain too much about her using the open space for something physical, right?

Besides, if they did, Asuka wasn't going to listen anyway.

She bounced the ball off of the floor idly. The room was mostly empty right now, so it seemed as good a time as any to give this a shot. She dribbled the ball across the room, then back and gave it a little chip with her toes, sending the ball spinning into the air. She ducked under it and gave it a bump with her head. She'd intended to send it up again, but it knocked off at an awkward angle.

"Hey! Heads up!"

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There's two reasons as to why the ball catches on fire and is rendered to ash.

One, he's asleep. Deep and undisturbed as usual, even breaths in and out. He's rolled onto his side with his back facing the room proper, making the simple act of avoiding the incoming ball an impossibility. The second reason is mostly a consequence of combining the first and some bizarre law of nature which dictates that people of his station are to be protected from things such as bullets, rain, and -- unavoidable soccer balls, apparently. So as soon as the ball touches an invisible field, it goes up in flames.

On the upside(?), that minor disturbance with his Aura has him grunting, waking, blinking. What the hell--?

He's about to be disturbed even more. Asuka comes storming across the room as a ball of red-haired fury, hands clenched into fists and despite her relatively small stature, she looks ready to start hitting someone. "That was my only soccer ball, you asshole!"

Regardless of the fact that her ball was vaporized, she's still going to try and slap him.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?!"

A red-haired ball of fury versus a... red-haired ball of lazy, ding ding!

She's going to have to bend a little more than a lot if she wants to reach him though. He's barely just sat up when she comes at him, only noticing her when being slapped becomes eminent. Not that he allows such a thing, a hand of his own rising out of reflex to block.

"Mm?" The momentary confusion is genuine. He's still sleepy-eyed, only passably conscious, the double exclamations registering as noise, if that. A slow blink up at the girl and-- he exhales. Long and tired.

"... Can't get another one?"

Asuka glares down at him and yanks her hand back, settling both on her hips as she starts into full-blown chastisement, "What, you think they still make footballs like that anymore? I had to hunt through three or four different market stalls before I actually found one in decent condition! Not to mention the money I spent on it! And now it's just a pile of ash because apparently you like vaporizing things at random!"

She holds her hand out, palm up, "You owe me for a new one, jerk."

... Aah, so that's what happened.

There's another one of his exhales, and then he's resting his right temple against his knuckles. Eyes slipping back closed, he's about five seconds away from falling back into heavy slumber. That hand of hers is going ignored, if he even noticed it in the first place.

"That right?" It's a lazy drawl, a verbal drag of feet through mud. About two beats later-- "How much?"

"At least fifteen credits - hey, are you evening listening to me? Don't you fall asleep again!" She leans over him, trying to crowd into his personal space as much as she can. She wants his attention and she wants it now.

"You can't just blow up my football and then act like it never happened!"

"... Mm?" Why yes he could act like nothing's happened. Quite well, apparently.

Personal space was one of those things he only paid attention to up to a certain point. So he finds nothing wrong with how, when his eyes peel back open with herculean effort, he's staring at her from what should be a socially uncomfortable (lack of) distance.

After another pause to gather his thoughts, it's straight to the point with no guilt at all, "Money's not with me."

"So what are you going to do about my football, then?" Asuka demands, voice going a bit shrill. "You owe me!"

She's starting to work herself up into a real tizzy, it seems. The sheer nerve of him to destroy her property - and she'd been enjoying it, too!

"... Heard you the first time." Grunts the one who clearly doesn't agree with her righteous fury. His body language is all but screaming the fact that he doesn't consider the football's fate as any fault of his. Stuff caught on fire around him; it was normal.

Only, she was also making it quite obvious that she wasn't all that keen on backing off. Over a damn ball of all things. Aah, whatever. Guess he'll just have to deal with it--

"Got a phone?"

Asuka looks a bit taken aback. Then she replies, "I've got one of their tablets, if that's what you mean!"

Her expression shifts to suspicion, "Why?"

To use it, why else? Or more specifically, to help execute his foolproof plan in dealing with angry little girls.

"Izumo Kusanagi." A pause. "Call him."

Which amounted to pushing the problem onto someone else. Yep.

"Who the heck is he?" Asuka sputtered, "And what does he have to do with anything?"

Now Asuka just looked confused. She folded her arms, still giving him a long (if puzzled) glare.

A glare that's returned with an equally long look, if bland in flavor.

"Still want those credits?" Only half a question, approaching rhetorical. He wouldn't be at all offended if she suddenly decides to give up on her crusade.

When I get older, I will be stronger [Open]

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