[GOEMON] ----> 15 (Sword + Electricity should equal a disaster)

[ishikawa_juusan]

Who: Goemon... and you? (If your character saw him, they can contact him rather than a face-to-face meeting.)
Where: Somni!
What: Something that Goemon surprisingly hasn't done in the half-year he has been here. it's about time for him, l-lol
Style: I'm a third kind of person, but please write however you prefer. (I'll also be switching to past tense

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Third! (pardon the length)

[foundaprincess]

So the past week had been crazy for everyone, or so Flynn could gather from the amount of complaints that populated his Dreamberry's memory space. It was crazy for him too, to say the least. He wasn't the least bit repulsed by alcohol but neither was he so fond of it that he would attempt to drink himself under the table everyday.

For some reason, though, his... 'alternate' self (who called himself Eugene Fitzherbert, the nerve of him!) drank like a fish and his favorite drinking spot seemed to be this noisy, shady place with loud music and lots of scantily clad women. Nice.

As far as Flynn could tell, Somarium had reverted to its usual, unusual self, but for some reason he still found himself waking up with the impulse to hit a bar and snag a quick drink. Well. He was never one to deny his impulses so the next few days were spent bar-hopping, though if he was completely honest with himself he was really just trying to find a place that felt as welcoming to him as Mama Mille's was for the 'other him

Nothing to forgive, my friend. You know I loved it. :3

[ishikawa_juusan]

After one last leap from the slickened shingles of a health store rooftop - though not in wild, reckless abandon - the samurai touched down over the sidewalk on the balls of his feet, absorbing the shock with a slight grunt; he kept his eyes calmly sealed shut as he straightened, tucking Zantetsuken under his obi. Excitement was still racing in his blood - and standing still, he pulled in a slow, deep lungful of air and just appreciated the feel of rain streaming down his face, the weight of his drenched clothes clinging to his back. A deep sense of calm slowly began to settle over him

THIS IS NOT LATE /COVERS DATE&TIME

[foundaprincess]

Flynn willed himself to remain still when an unusual splash came in between the steady pitter-patter of the rain. It sounded not too far off from where he was hidden and the urge to sneak a peek was strong. Steadying his breath - as he was in habit of doing when subtlety was required of him - he moved with deliberate care as he checked the streets.

Sure enough, the stranger in white was there. For a very odd reason, there was something familiar about his general shape, like... like he'd seen him somewhere before. A memory, vague but there, teased him. Maybe it was someone he knew from that weird week...?

This instantly put Flynn on the alert because of the little that he did remember of that time, the clearest part was that the 'other Eugene' led something of a double life. Whoever he knew, Flynn probably couldn't trust. Not immediately anyway

FFFF, sorry for the tiny but numerous edits.

[ishikawa_juusan]

The samurai blinked clear his rain-blurred vision more out of reflex than out of necessity, blindly, delicately, intently palpating the air with his sixth sense - and for an instant, when the lone presence his attention had pinned itself onto had moved towards the far edges of his awareness, he supposed the lurker might have given up. Perhaps something else demanded their attention, he mused - although the longer he entertained the idea, the more unlikely it seemed. Brief as it was, Goemon had almost physically felt the focused intensity of the person’s fascinated, inquiring gaze on him like the laser pointer of a rifle; he was near-certain that even someone who did not hone or believe in one’s innate ability to perceive what lay beyond the threshold of the five traditional senses would have still been struck with the unsettling, gut-twisting certainty that they ‘were being watched

I saw nothing~

[foundaprincess]

When that slap, slap, slap of sandal against puddle-strewn concrete didn't come when Flynn was expecting it, he thought that, perhaps, this man who lept along rooftops was just that good. Crucial seconds passed, bringing no stranger in billowing white - what did one call those robes, anyhow? They looked curiously dated - and Flynn was starting to feel suspicious about the whole thing.

Was it worth the risk to sneak a peek? To be sure, Flynn crouched down first before carefully - oh so carefully - tilting his head out.

To discover that the streets were empty. What. How?A sound in the distance startled him into jerking back into the shadows, and he pressed himself flat against the concrete of the building. He thought he heard a few more sounds following that - curious sounds, like... tiles being disturbed, with barely a second's gap in between each new noise. And then silence

Thanks. :3

[ishikawa_juusan]

The whites of the samurai’s eyes glinted sharply in the dark, partly hidden by a heavy, dripping curtain of hair. He didn’t take a step further when his ‘stalker’ whirled around and pressed himself against the wall as if pinned there - he was close enough. Instead, Goemon pushed against the stranger with the fierce (albeit restrained) strength radiating from the core of his being with no sense of whether the man would project his own force and shove back. While the other's body language seemed to suggest surrender, the ronin was unable to overlook the knife in his hand; he remained in a defensive crouch, his right hand hovering over the hilt of his blade.

There in the alley strewn with litter and damp, mushy newspapers, the adrenaline thrumming in his veins, Goemon remembered what it was like when he would close in on a target and sometimes feel their breath, their body heat against his skin, feel their eyes probing his own - perhaps for a trace of human compassion - before- -

“Oh...oh God... You must be one of - -.” It had been a

<3

[foundaprincess]

Flynn's mind raced at lightning speed as he tried to piece together a strategy that would get him out of this mess. After all, he wasn't a wanted man in Corona because he was easy to pin down. The white-robed stranger seemed to be wary of his knife so perhaps he could distract him with the pebble long enough to get away... Ah, but for some reason he was finding it increasingly difficult to think. It was like someone was pushing down on his mind with a ham-sized fist.

Okay, calm down, Flynn, it's just nerves. Panic. Adrenaline. Slow down, take a second, take in the situation. You don't know this man and he doesn't know you so maybe you can t-

The jumble of thoughts came to a halt when he finally took in his assailant's face. It was a very familiar face, attached to a memory of... of... Okay, so Flynn couldn't place him in his harried mental state, but he was almost certain now. Disregarding the question and moving with what instinct told him was a safe enough move, he lowered his raised hands and reacted with an expression of wonder

:3

[ishikawa_juusan]

Although the samurai's eyes narrowed further when the man dodged his question, his stance relaxed an infinitesimal degree; his guard, however, remained high lest he were to be caught unawares by a sudden underhanded jab of the knife. “I do not know what you do and do not remember.” The samurai replied stiffly, his voice tinged with annoyance that made it clear he was in no mood for small talk that would distract him from the situation at hand. “We met briefly in a bar in a time when many here lead another life.”

Leaving it at that - there was not much else left to add, after all - he decisively thrust the end of his sheathed sword at - but not into - Flynn’s Adam’s apple as if the blade were bared, holding it unwaveringly steady. Contrasting the unrelenting fury of the rain pounding his shoulders, soaking his hakamashita a near translucent grey, was the calm in his voice - an almost heavy evenness and equanimity, but with threatening undertones behind a surface layer of ice

[foundaprincess]

"Its Flynn," he said automatically, correcting the error that he was, in his opinion, coming across far too many times. He had come to find Somarium's sense of humor very exasperating. Really, allowing the other him to use as an alias the very name he'd thrown away was just too much. It was maddening having to reintroduce himself to everyone he met at that bar.

"I met a lot of people at Mille's, padre, and most of it was me being punch-drunk friendly," he bared a grin, "so you'll have to excuse me if I have to take a moment to remember which one of those nice patrons I was harassing was you."

He hoped that this guy wasn't one of those patrons he got into fights with because there were a number of those and all of them ended badly.

Flynn's poor goatee was harmed with permission.

[ishikawa_juusan]

The samurai was not the least bit embarrassed at having been corrected; his lips remain pressed in a thin line of displeasure as the other resumed speaking, seemingly somewhat more at ease than before. Whether or not Flynn was truly a threat to his well-being, Goemon was not about to let the man, whom had made it his business to lurk in the shadows and watch him, treat his line of questioning lightly - and by extension, treat him lightly. He had warned him

and he is appropriately amazed (and freaked) |D

[foundaprincess]

It happened before Flynn could pause to gauge the stranger's reaction to his words. A heartbeat of calm, and then alarm bells that rang just a second too late. It was so fast that he was initially disoriented. A sharp sound, a glinting, horizontal arc, a spurt of air under his chin.

And then his mind - disappointingly slow on the uptake today - put it together just the man began walking away. His fingers first went to his chin, feeling no warm trickle of blood, just the wetness of the rain that had dribbled down his face. But the small beard that he carefully cultivated was noticeably shorter at the base.

His fingers went straight to his neck and found relief when it was whole.

Ishikawa Goemon. Another foreign-sounding name. This was actually a relief to Flynn. Better if he met impossibly strong people here, in this dreamworld, rather than back in Corona where it endangered his lifestyle