[closed] A trip down memory lane
Characters: Gintoki/Jump shiro_yasha, Yoruichi/Bastet felinemystique, Lockon/Sniper naoscaire
Date/Time: Tuesday night through Thursday morning (October 21 - 23)
Location: The City Without Walls
Rating: PG, possible swearing
Summary: Trapped in the elevator, what happens when they reach the fourth floor… !?
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In a sprawling metropolis it’s easy to become lost, especially when you want to be that way. In this case the metropolis itself seems to be lost, undecided about both its era and inhabitants. In the very centre of the city is a massive cylindrical building, all steel and cables, its incredible height dwarfing everything in the vicinity. Kneeling at its base are similarly advanced structures, although even the tallest of these reaches less than a third of the height of their big brother. Further out stand what are clearly the remnants of a dying way of life; modest wooden frames adorned with the odd shop sign or petit balcony. The roads, too, become less advanced the further away from the looming giant they are, tapering off into dusty side streets.
On one of these dusty side streets a pair of coarse men jogs along, their dark eyes searching the sparse crowds for someone in particular. Their clothing is drab and old, and they each wear a wide brimmed kasa to help cover their faces. Clearly, they’re affiliated with the more unlawful aspects of society.
“That bastard, where did he go?”
“He couldn’t have gone very far yet. Look for him!”
They take off down the street, still searching for their elusive prey. A young monk sitting in front of a low wall on the side of the road notices the two pass. Once they’re out of ear-shot he leans over an empty tin placed out to collect donations and, speaking in hushed tones, says to it, “Oi, they’ve passed.” Not getting the response he’d hoped for, he speaks up a little, “I told you, they’ve passed!” He waits a few moments for some kind of reply, but quickly becomes annoyed and grabs the tin, yelling directly into it this time, “I said that they’ve passed!!”
From behind the low wall another man appears, holding a baby with hair identical to his own fluffy white locks. Sheer aggravation is plain on his face as he yells at the monk, “What’s with you?! There’s no way I can hide like that!”
“Ah, what? In the end you hid yourself there?” the monk replies in surprise, letting the tin fall into his lap. “’In the end’, my ass.” The white haired man exclaims disdainfully. “I couldn’t have hidden in that thing in the first place! Are you stupid? You must be stupid!” The monk stands immediately, his face serious and stern. He lets his hat fall to the ground, revealing long black hair tied near the bottom and pulled over one shoulder. “It isn’t ‘stupid’, it’s Katsura.” *
They both begin walking slowly down the street, the white haired man and his tiny replica both eyeing Katsura suspiciously. The monk begins to speak, his voice very matter of fact. “Gintoki, they’re most likely Jouiroushi. And the “Hashidaya” they were talking about is an enormous enterprise in Edo.”
“You know something?” Gintoki interrupts abruptly, but Katsura goes on, completely unfazed. “Their boss, Hashida Kahei, is a dangerous man. He supports the Jouiroushi and moves them in the shadows. He holds a lot of power unimaginable from a single business man.”
Gin stops walking and looks over at his friend, clearly still unimpressed. “And why is the grandson of such a guy at my place?”
Katsura, now only half paying attention to the question, takes the baby in his arms. He replies, but directs his words at the ambivalent child. “That’s because you went to his place and did *nyan nyan* with one of the girls.”
“I already told you, that’s wrong!! What’s with the *nyan nyan*? You’re obsolete! What conclusions are you reaching?”
“But this fatball is your copy no matter how you look at it. It’s the job of a baby to cry. Why are you slacking?” With that, Katsura begins to laugh maniacally at the baby. The child, for his part, reacts very little, while Gintoki’s ire is further raised.
“What kind of childcare is that?” He takes the child back, raising it in the air above his head. “Don’t joke like that. Don’t you start crying in a place like this, I’d throw you into a river if you did.” The baby kicks his arms and legs a little and lets out a cheerful baahbaoo!, to which Gin replies, “Yes, you’re right. A man is allowed to cry only when he messes up perming his hair. You, on the other hand, have possibilities. Even more than Shinpachi.” As he speaks, he lowers the baby until the two are face to face. The child, whose expressions up until now have been very muted, scrunches his face up in discomfort, then relaxes it completely.
Katsura, who has been standing off to the side and watching the exchange, is the first to notice the mess. “Oi, Gintoki. Below, below.” He says calmly.
“Huh?” Gin looks down to see the bottom half of the baby’s clothes soaking wet, the amount of urine shocking for such a small child.
“The upper part is fine, but his bottom half seems to be a crybaby.” Katsura adds nonchalantly.
[ooc: * A running gag throughout the series. If Katsura is called anything aside from his full name, he immediately takes offence and corrects the mistake.
Dialogue ganked from Rumbel Subs release of episode 51. I made some changes so that it was slightly less stilted looking in prose form.]
Date/Time: Tuesday night through Thursday morning (October 21 - 23)
Location: The City Without Walls
Rating: PG, possible swearing
Summary: Trapped in the elevator, what happens when they reach the fourth floor… !?
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In a sprawling metropolis it’s easy to become lost, especially when you want to be that way. In this case the metropolis itself seems to be lost, undecided about both its era and inhabitants. In the very centre of the city is a massive cylindrical building, all steel and cables, its incredible height dwarfing everything in the vicinity. Kneeling at its base are similarly advanced structures, although even the tallest of these reaches less than a third of the height of their big brother. Further out stand what are clearly the remnants of a dying way of life; modest wooden frames adorned with the odd shop sign or petit balcony. The roads, too, become less advanced the further away from the looming giant they are, tapering off into dusty side streets.
On one of these dusty side streets a pair of coarse men jogs along, their dark eyes searching the sparse crowds for someone in particular. Their clothing is drab and old, and they each wear a wide brimmed kasa to help cover their faces. Clearly, they’re affiliated with the more unlawful aspects of society.
“That bastard, where did he go?”
“He couldn’t have gone very far yet. Look for him!”
They take off down the street, still searching for their elusive prey. A young monk sitting in front of a low wall on the side of the road notices the two pass. Once they’re out of ear-shot he leans over an empty tin placed out to collect donations and, speaking in hushed tones, says to it, “Oi, they’ve passed.” Not getting the response he’d hoped for, he speaks up a little, “I told you, they’ve passed!” He waits a few moments for some kind of reply, but quickly becomes annoyed and grabs the tin, yelling directly into it this time, “I said that they’ve passed!!”
From behind the low wall another man appears, holding a baby with hair identical to his own fluffy white locks. Sheer aggravation is plain on his face as he yells at the monk, “What’s with you?! There’s no way I can hide like that!”
“Ah, what? In the end you hid yourself there?” the monk replies in surprise, letting the tin fall into his lap. “’In the end’, my ass.” The white haired man exclaims disdainfully. “I couldn’t have hidden in that thing in the first place! Are you stupid? You must be stupid!” The monk stands immediately, his face serious and stern. He lets his hat fall to the ground, revealing long black hair tied near the bottom and pulled over one shoulder. “It isn’t ‘stupid’, it’s Katsura.” *
They both begin walking slowly down the street, the white haired man and his tiny replica both eyeing Katsura suspiciously. The monk begins to speak, his voice very matter of fact. “Gintoki, they’re most likely Jouiroushi. And the “Hashidaya” they were talking about is an enormous enterprise in Edo.”
“You know something?” Gintoki interrupts abruptly, but Katsura goes on, completely unfazed. “Their boss, Hashida Kahei, is a dangerous man. He supports the Jouiroushi and moves them in the shadows. He holds a lot of power unimaginable from a single business man.”
Gin stops walking and looks over at his friend, clearly still unimpressed. “And why is the grandson of such a guy at my place?”
Katsura, now only half paying attention to the question, takes the baby in his arms. He replies, but directs his words at the ambivalent child. “That’s because you went to his place and did *nyan nyan* with one of the girls.”
“I already told you, that’s wrong!! What’s with the *nyan nyan*? You’re obsolete! What conclusions are you reaching?”
“But this fatball is your copy no matter how you look at it. It’s the job of a baby to cry. Why are you slacking?” With that, Katsura begins to laugh maniacally at the baby. The child, for his part, reacts very little, while Gintoki’s ire is further raised.
“What kind of childcare is that?” He takes the child back, raising it in the air above his head. “Don’t joke like that. Don’t you start crying in a place like this, I’d throw you into a river if you did.” The baby kicks his arms and legs a little and lets out a cheerful baahbaoo!, to which Gin replies, “Yes, you’re right. A man is allowed to cry only when he messes up perming his hair. You, on the other hand, have possibilities. Even more than Shinpachi.” As he speaks, he lowers the baby until the two are face to face. The child, whose expressions up until now have been very muted, scrunches his face up in discomfort, then relaxes it completely.
Katsura, who has been standing off to the side and watching the exchange, is the first to notice the mess. “Oi, Gintoki. Below, below.” He says calmly.
“Huh?” Gin looks down to see the bottom half of the baby’s clothes soaking wet, the amount of urine shocking for such a small child.
“The upper part is fine, but his bottom half seems to be a crybaby.” Katsura adds nonchalantly.
[ooc: * A running gag throughout the series. If Katsura is called anything aside from his full name, he immediately takes offence and corrects the mistake.
Dialogue ganked from Rumbel Subs release of episode 51. I made some changes so that it was slightly less stilted looking in prose form.]