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mr sexy hardcore yokohama bad boy godfather ([personal profile] coasts) wrote2019-04-16 07:02 pm
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[personal profile] whosaysdajare 2020-01-23 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's going to be no answer to that text. It'll be enough if he shows up, right? Sasara can imagine Samatoki has probably given some random object the boot, or folded his job at the cafe into a knuckle sandwich.

If he thinks about that final Division Battle he watched, another day might have been all to make a difference. Of course it's not about Jyuto and Riou. Hadn't they been thrown in this place they'd face off on a stage instead. Walking into a park comes with an eerie sense of reminiscence and while Sasara makes it just before those fifteen minutes are up he stops quite a ways from where MTC's leader is standing. ]


What're you thinking, Samatoki?

[ A cool question in response to the obviously heated temper, even with an answer that's obvious. That Samatoki doesn't want to just talk is more than apparent. What's Sasara thinking?

Apologies are two years late. It even seems selfish to try and make it that easy now; it's better not to talk about things he already understands. Sasara has his hands in the pockets of that houndstooth suit, not as blue as the combination that used to suit him. (Time to turn back time, at least just that far.) Regardless of the outcome, it's unlikely they'll be a team again but... ]


We're not kids running around for scraps of territory anymore.
Edited 2020-01-23 18:05 (UTC)
whosaysdajare: (rap 06)

[personal profile] whosaysdajare 2020-01-24 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dogs that bark don't bite, or however it is the saying goes. Well, that doesn't consider the power of the microphones nor Samatoki's temperament. Talk about the power of words too; Sasara knows how ambiguous they can be, how sometimes they aren't meant. But he's sure Samatoki is saying just what he wants to.

Ah. The towering shape of his speakers comes with an old familiarity. It's terrifying now. Sasara has to crane his neck to look up at the coffin in full. The sight makes him nervous – actually, honestly. It doesn't show on his face, at least not from where he's standing.

His own mic? Is it still calm confidence or hesitation when Sasara takes it out slowly? It's just as black and simple, and he holds it out like he's asking Samatoki if he's satisfied just to be shown it. ]
Here, there's no reason for you to hold back.

[ Because he's ready to fight back, right? Sasara activates his mic and it extends out into that vintage condenser microphone he's always stood behind. Like the skull mic flashing its empty eyes at Sasara, Samatoki must remember it too. It's not for territory, but there's no question of what the point of this battle is.

Just like Jyuto and Riou, Rosho and Rei wouldn't be any help. ]


You can take the lead first.
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[personal profile] whosaysdajare 2020-01-29 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dragging on unsung, Sasara could pretend to anyone else that he'd forgotten in all this time. Far from it. He'd stuffed his regret in his suitcase when he went back to Osaka and never emptied it out, never been able to unpack what'd happened that day. If only they both knew.

He has come here with every intention of losing, not because he'll throw the fight but because he deserves it. The verse fast brings him to his knees, it's powerful and angry. It's everything he expects and then some... because it makes his head hurt beyond the lyrics getting in his ears. (What's going on?!) ]


Ggh...
 Sa-Samatoki. 

[ It's not just the words that make him cringe and hold his head, the threat of them. No. He feels strange. (I-I know why I came here!) Sasara sits behind his microphone and already looks close to defeat. He sways as he pulls himself up, but that is it.  He's not staying down.  ]

GAAAHH! [ Sasara wraps his hands around the mic stand. (My head... hurts.) He looks at Samatoki. There's something in that narrow gaze, something. His own dread clouds Sasara's side of the view, landing a realization that can't pass through the fog.

The beat picks up over his confusion. ]


 Two and two? <It's a double-run hit> 
 Quit the game, I'll put ya down like a dog 
 <Do you still trust in blind faith?> 
 Someone who never learns from his ways, 
 I can't stand your pride, your fucking face, 
 This dialogue'll be your EPILOGUE

 Mad Dog's hollow rhymes got me livid, 
 You good for nothing gangster, 
 That dirty trade'll never turn a clean profit! 
 I'll finish ya where I finished–  Ggh...! 


[ Sasara breaks away from his microphone, like it just gave him an electric shock, yet the pain's not in his hands but where he holds them again. He pushes the heels of his palms against his temples. It may sound like, but his plea isn't for Samatoki. ] Ngh– I can't...! Stop!
whosaysdajare: (rap 09)

[personal profile] whosaysdajare 2020-01-30 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's like his head's about to come apart, pounding and piercing, it feels all kinds. Just one thing brings remedy: hurting Samatoki. Fighting all instincts, a sliver of clarity made Sasara recoil from that. ]

You idiot– [ You're an idiot, Samatoki, but not because you don't understand this. Neither does Sasara. It's just to get him going again. ] If that's all ya got, I don't have to try! Ggh... [ Is it worth the agony if he sounds the same? (I'm about to pass out, if I keep going...) The first time struggling against the compulsion had been a useless after-thought, if that much.

He just can't keep it up now either. The pain's too much, if he had the willpower to cry about it... Sasara clings back to his mic the same. And now, without a care for the rules of a fair fight, it's his music that comes back. This'll be his relief. ]


 I'll tear ya to pieces, count on one hand how many? 
 I'll break more than five fingers, breath rattling! 
 Keep your head above the water, man, I'm laughing
 In the bay they call that babble battling?! 
whosaysdajare: (rap 15)

[personal profile] whosaysdajare 2020-02-02 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Gah...! [ Sasara remembers what his rhyme used to be like back in Ikebukuro. It was rougher in Mad Comic Dialogue, raw. Better?

He can't say.

The beat and lyrics are obviously doing the damage they need to, forcing Samatoki down once again. The answering verse leaves Sasara's nerve ends burning. The music is abrasive, even through the trance and headache he feels it. On his knees too, he then finally takes some of the distance first left standing between them. Here's another look, Samatoki... ]


 A story where the crook's the hero, that's in Seine 
 Your pipe dreams'll drown in Dotonbori river 


[ His rap will hit again but Sasara up close, beyond soon spent, looks distant. ]

 Mad on Trigger, where's your aim, killing your own fantasy 
 I'm Comedy but that's tragedy 
whosaysdajare: (injured 03)

[personal profile] whosaysdajare 2020-02-03 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Uhh... ngh...

[ That's how it'd ended. That's how it was, before he'd gone looking for excuses on his own, too glad if few people ever asked what happened to split up Mad Comic Dialogue. "I guess I wasn't myself," laughing off an answer he can't earnestly give. ]

 Ha... my head... 

[ Unlike Samatoki, Sasara can't stand it anymore. Literally, he's on his knees and for good. The mic wobbles a bit on its stand when he lets go. Yet, even now the right thing won't pass his lips, like his mouth is numb for that. (I'm sorry and I quit.)

He can't say what he wants to, holding his head like that'll fix the words down. ]


 I'm n– I am... Hah...  [ Let that one count and snap, smack, rap him out of it anyway. When Sasara opens his eyes they're all glassy. Watering? But he can see Samatoki standing on his own, this time. ]
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[personal profile] whosaysdajare 2020-02-04 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sasara never imagined that Samatoki cried about their fight, not the man he thought of when he thought back. His own sorry feelings and emotions for spitting those crushing rhymes at him, back when? Of course, they'd never made it into words. Maybe that's what's surfacing now?

But it's that grip on his shirt that really chokes him up just now. Samatoki's tall enough to where being eye-to-eye is hard without standing weak in the knees. Sasara is too roughed up to even bring his own hands up to hold on. And anyway he'd put them back over his ears if he could – it's not even rap and the words drill deeper into his skull. All that pain, the headache and the soreness from the battle, that's just a gasp, all he can do right now.

The meaning hits harder still. Right? This was gonna be a different fight in Sasara's mind, too.
But Samatoki should still know, he's not one for leaving the dog(s) alone. ]


 I don't know... 

[ It's just single tears that come down, instead of being swallowed right back up by Sasara's confusion. Even the low tones hurt, maybe even more because they're so earnest, but with the tears from it comes a moment of clarity just as crystal: ]

I don't know what I'm doing anymore...
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[personal profile] whosaysdajare 2020-02-04 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Let go of, Sasara lands on his ass and stays there, frankly. This is tiring now and he as much wants to just lay there. Instead he sits forward, head falling into his hands. What he says sounds absurd, right? Like he's telling Samatoki he pissed himself. ]

I'm... [ He's got to wipe his eyes. (Can't even hear myself think...) Crying doesn't make sense, either, but it keeps him here. His head feels funny... not in the usual way. Hazy, like the look he's given. ]

My head's not on right. It's feeling like that– Ggh... that time!

[ That time two years ago. Saying and thinking it rips through Sasara's skull like a lightning bolt and he curls up. Flashes of his scathing rap and leaving Samatoki in the dust with it come up as memories and not just something he 'watched' distantly, and makes him realize something. ] Hh...?! I'm not being myself!
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[personal profile] whosaysdajare 2020-02-04 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ You can't have a sad clown, someone who sobs and begs or tears up old wounds. Then again Sasara's lost two people to this, his brand of silent understanding. Two of the most important.

Isn't distance better than kindness that causes pain? If not for holding a Hypnosis Mic in his hands again, he would not have gotten Rosho back. Isn't anger better than asking for forgiveness from something that hurt more than just pride? If not for the circumstances of this world, this rap battle would have ended in an arena with a winner instead of in confusion.

You could say, that Sasara just wants the easy way, and he does, but not for himself. Look, two years isn't enough to let him forget that raging temper – not with how often he provoked it in good fun. Just like letting Rosho go, letting Samatoki stay mad seemed easier on him.

Now, this is just tragedy without comedy. ]


...I, hah... I'm sorry... Samatoki.

[ But Sasara can't explain it either. Hypnosis apparently has a thing for not leaving itself in memory like that. All you get is a flippin' headache. ]

For the things I said. [ Samatoki's personality, his tone, his behavior, his pride, his face... Sasara doesn't actually hate any of that. Being the one to break up MCD in that way has haunted him. Sasara finally reaches for his mic again with one hand, and because he grabs the stand from so low it tips over, only to deactivate it with that shut-down sound effect. ]
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[personal profile] inthebuilding 2020-02-05 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ A police car parallel parks along the street not to far from the scene. It's the designated time he'd been sent in a very cryptic text message from Samatoki, and Jyuto's arriving now, shutting the door of the driver's side with a click and hurrying to see what the commotion's about. He can hear his friend shouting, though it's difficult to make out the words from this distance. Something something responsibility. When he comes into the clearing, however, he sees a pulpy Sasara on the ground and Samatoki not looking any less damaged. A rap battle; so that's why. Samatoki wanted him to wheel barrel them home or something.

Sasara is sorry for the things he said.

Did Jyuto come at a bad time? He feels like he's seeing a scene he isn't supposed to, and there's an urge to turn on his heel to go smoke a cigarette somewhere else until the conversation is over. Their relationship isn't one he knows a lot about. ]


It seems the timing is bad, but I'm afraid I was asked to intrude upon your reunion here. [ Jyuto says in Jyuto. He doesn't know how the stranger's apology is going to make Samatoki feel (he hadn't been too happy to see him the first time around), so he's providing his team mate a way out of having to acknowledge it in case he wants to try and sift through his feelings later. There's a practiced, polite smile on his lips, one that thinly veils his bite. ] That is, unless my leader's changed his mind? Should I be on my way?
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[personal profile] whosaysdajare 2020-02-05 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh... that's all three members then. Introductions could have been better, right?

Sasara looks from Samatoki to Jyuto, words of his left standing. Sure they roughed each other up, with nothing said of his intentions of leaving the stage to Samatoki and when he steps back Sasara hangs his head again. For a solid moment he thinks he's really done for. (Hah... I'm not up for a two on one fight like this...)

Turns out that idea is ridiculous, anyway. ]


Ah... Samatoki. [ He'd get up for the sake of some dignity but he's all out of pow, head ringing. Yeah... but there's something bleeding through despite that. ]

Sorry, huh... [ Now this is a different apology, for the time being. He needs to see someone, that can't be helped. However, with Jyuto there Sasara is trying to put his face back on, like holding it together just about, with his hand on his head still. ] What a mess, right?
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[personal profile] inthebuilding 2020-02-06 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jyuto is a policeman, not a nurse. Not that it matters, because if he brings up specifics in order to be sassy and leave them to crumble in the park, who knows what'll become of them. Alien buzzards might pick at their eyes or something. Thugs might steal their mics. Jyuto sighs the way he always does when Samatoki is a handful, but he doesn't reject the order. ]

Both of you need to. You're coming too.
[ Jyuto knows Sasara without knowing Sasara. What he knows is that Sasara and Samatoki share a complicated past together, but he hasn't pried too far simply because he hadn't considered it relevant to MAD TRIGGER CREW. He moves towards the downed comedian, extending an elegant arm for him to grab onto in order to pull himself up. ] You can use me to lean on. The car isn't too far—

[ But if Sasara isn't able to get to his feet, things may be harder for them. Jyuto can probably carry him, but it won't be flashy or cool, the way it'd be if he were Riou instead. ]
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[personal profile] whosaysdajare 2020-02-08 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sasara takes Jyuto's arm to help himself up. He'll take the lawman up on his offer further, mic in the hand that isn't going to be holding on. Emphasis on help, but he's lighter to drag around than Samatoki. And of course the guy's still tough as nails, there's just one time Sasara didn't see him get back up.

No witty answer here, though, from hanging over the policeman's shoulder he looks Samatoki's way. ]
He came around to pick you up.

Come on, Samatoki. [ Sasara wants him to, too, for what it's worth... Jyuto seems like he'll let him smoke in the car anyway. Give an ear to your teammate–current and former. ]
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[personal profile] inthebuilding 2020-02-29 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jyuto shifts under Sasara's weight, stabilizing his arm over his shoulder. He's about to nag at Samatoki himself, but wordlessly, he appreciates the help Sasara's offered him. He doesn't know the comedian well enough to have any sort of opinion on him, but it's refreshing that at least Samatoki's former teammate has some sense of keeping a look out for him, someone who's been reckless as long as Jyuto has known him. ]

You don't have a say in the matter, Samatoki. [ Frankly. Jyuto will bend him over the car, cuff and drag him if he needs to. The text message had summoned him specifically to play the role of nurse, hadn't it? Jyuto's been invited, and he's not about to do him a disservice. Something may be sprained.

He hoists and walks Sasara along towards the police car with a muttered apology, a polite one between strangers. He can't say this is the way he'd imagined he'd learn more about Sasara, but somehow, he's happy he was entrusted to this task before anyone else. (Though he can't help but keep thinking that Riou makes a better heavy lifter...) ]


Don't make me bend you over and cuff you— [ Bitten mom threat, called back to Yokohama blood. He lowers Sasara into the backseat in the meantime, careful. ] There we go. Do you need water or anything before we depart?
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