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shiro. ([info]timetogo) wrote in [info]x_emplary,
@ 2008-02-23 09:00:00

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Entry tags:irene adler, shiro yoshida, sun tao-yu

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He was careful to make sure the silence of the kitchen wasn't broken as he set his white cup down on the table top, smoke wafting from the warm content of it as he sighed and leaned on his good hand whose good elbow was on the mahogany. In one word, Shiro sulked. Despite Jean's good efforts, his tummy still hurt if he wasn't too careful with the way he moved and worse, his left arm was in a sling because of a bloody bad thumb.

So much for thinking he could catch a bone like a baseball...

The nth sigh escaped from Shiro's lips as he was reminded of his latest match and he scratched his head then moved his fingers towards his notebook's trackpad; e-mails and YouTube were the in-thing today. The news, one he had been so fond to read whenever he started his day, was not. Fresh from the mission (if you could even call it one), he considered it a bad memory and wanted nothing more than to forget about it and just move on. Because of that, the idea of skipping work did not really settle nicely with him since it meant skipping a mundane life which did not have a Shiro who was also known as Kamuro who went into battle and lost to a bloody boy.

A bloody boy.

But Jean was keen to make sure he didn't go to work.

That had done nothing but make Shiro feel the general suck of losing gnawing on his skin. How was that possible? Last he knew, he was in check with his danger room sessions (and ate well and slept well...or close-to-well) but to lose to his half-cousin? Who was most possibly a decade younger than him? He despised the idea that he was getting on his years, thirty-three isn't a very old age.

...but who lost to a boy like that?

And what did he do wrong? He'd used his powers the way he knew how to use them best, hadn't he? How did that not work at all?

His head fell on the table with a low thud, right arm still stretched towards his notebook. If anything, skipping work for the day had only made him decide that in a few week's time and as soon as he's all better, he is going to treat the danger room like it was his lover.

[ Open to: Anyone within the X-Mansion ]

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[info]cattales
2008-02-27 06:58 am UTC (link)
A rough tongue scraped at the back of Shiro's hand, then his wrist. Sun in his cat shape had no problems with acting completely like a cat, even when gestures of comfort or affection would've been awkward for a human. The gray cat stepped carefully over Shiro's arm, then used his shoulder and back as a springboard to jump down onto the floor.

He pondered the refrigerator. This would call for hands.

Sun shuddered, fur rippling and rippling, seeming to roll right off of his body as it turned to skin and what others might consider sleepwear (or maybe just underwear). The Calvin Klein label was clearly visible on the waistband of his shorts, before he tugged the tank top down to cover it, which was something of a futile effort because every time he lifted his arms, the hem would inch up again. Sun needed to go shopping. Unfortunately, he didn't realize this.

He was more focused on finding something to drink. Something sweet... he grabbed a pitcher of juice and a cup and wandered back over to the table to carefully pour himself a glass.

"Want some?" he offered Shiro. Shiro looked like he could use some sugar.

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[info]timetogo
2008-02-27 07:43 am UTC (link)
Oh.

Before Shiro could even lower himself to pet the cat or scratch him behind his neck, the feline had turned human and so he withdrew his better arm before Sun might be able to catch him in that action. So he was left to just straighten up and greet the metamorph with an 'Mm...' (if that was even a greeting), unconsciously wiping the back of his hand against his white top.

"'sokay," he said eventually, gesturing to his cup of tea. "Tea," he added as though Sun didn't know what it was he was drinking (he also wondered if he should have just given all those undergarments Jubilee flung to his room to Sun but how would that look like?). He busied himself with loading an e-mail in his inbox for a while there before he gestured for the youth to have the seat waiting beside him.

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[info]catalysis
2008-02-28 03:26 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, there you are--" Whatever Irene intended to tell Sun, it was cut short after she saw the rather regretful condition of his clothings. "Would you look at your self, your clothes do not fit you anymore." She leaned to touch the fabric of his top and then shook her head in disapproval, "This wouldn't do. Let's find you something."

Turning around, she saw Shiro. She certainly did not notice him, and otherwise she would not have behaved so dotingly.

So she extended her greeting, "Mr. Yoshida," She said, switching to a chin-lifted formal tone, "Did we finally have our hands dirty in the protest?"

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[info]cattales
2008-02-29 06:55 am UTC (link)
He made himself comfortable in the seat Shiro indicated, lifting a full glass carefully with both hands to sip at the juice so that it wouldn't spill.

"Hmm?" said Sun to Irene, though it may have sounded a bit more like 'mrr?' as he glanced down at the shirt in question. "Oh. Okay."

Irene knew best, after all. And Sun didn't really care enough about the clothes he wore around the house to notice when he'd started to outgrow things.

He tilted his head when she addressed Shiro. Shiro looked like he'd been hurt. Sometimes, he wondered why people bothered to turn things that seemed obvious into questions, but he'd come to notice that this was a human thing; animals never bothered with nuances like that.

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[info]timetogo
2008-02-29 07:12 am UTC (link)
Irene's arrival to the kitchen brought a much needed change of atmosphere though Shiro had to admit, he could do without the said change. Shoulders squared the moment her voice tore through the hush and he might have even been ready to stand if his tummy wasn't in such a bad state right now.

The thing with Irene and the need for such...reactions was that he saw her more of a mother figure of some sorts -- definitely one of the authorities of the X-Men so to show her a slumpy attitude was just plain disrespectful and impolite.

At least that was how he saw it.

Shiro was almost ready to give a small smile, too, should Irene find him in his seat but when she threw the question at him, he had to keep himself from twitching his lips to a side and wearing a bad face. If she hadn't been Irene, also, he would have lifted his buddy-taped fingers for her to see but that would look so much like lifting a middle finger so he decided against it.

Instead, he just gave a sad laugh and nodded small nods, gesturing to his bad left with his good right, "Yeah. Didn't turn out very well, though..." Shame, shame, shame.

"Tea?" he offered (obviously in a bid to switch subjects).

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[info]catalysis
2008-02-29 03:47 pm UTC (link)
Irene raised a hand to refuse. She was intent in staying with the topic. After all, she was also moderating her caffeine-intake.

"You know what concerns me about you Mr. Yoshida?" She began, "One cannot stand shaking for so long. Your behavior is so predictable. You rely on sheer luck and how your powers may lead to your escape. Just as how you are avoiding this topic. One of these days you will receive more than what you have suffered today. The mutants you come against take no hesitation in maiming and restraining by all known means, take your leader for instance. This has been repeated to you and the rest of the X-Men for several times but still you repeat this foolhardy strategy of yours. Tell me, do you really intend to do something about this?"

It was something that needed to get out, before Irene would fish for clothes.

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[info]timetogo
2008-03-01 08:44 am UTC (link)
"I'm trying!" was his quick reply, the sudden life his voice had taken on giving evidence to his insistence that he was trying to do something about his behavior around the battlefield.

Really, Shiro thought he deserved a little credit for staying on his feet and not stowing away even if his half-cousin could very well bludgeon him to death right then and there.

"I'm doing the best that I can, okay? Even if I knew I was pretty much outmatched there in the field, I didn't turn and run and I gave it my best shot," or something like it. His back was on his chair's support by the time he'd began to explain his side with his right hand doing all the gestures. "And it wasn't easy, too...if you'd been there, you'd have seen how hard it was trying to defend yourself while keeping your powers in the safe zone so it didn't hurt the civilians."

He had a feeling Irene was going to pick out something from what he said, turn it around and actually say something about it while being logical all the same. He was going to lose this argument, no doubt -- but more than anything, Shiro just wanted this to be over.

Maybe Sun should tell Irene to leave him alone, that would be nice.

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[info]catalysis
2008-03-01 02:51 pm UTC (link)
"Mr. Yoshida," Irene squared her arms, "Don't even attempt to imply that I do not know how it is like to be caught in the field with opponents and civilians. I have decades of experience in the street I know every worst case scenarios. Don't you dare try to make your situation any special."

She briefly shifted her gaze to Sun, "Would you kindly pour me a glass of that?"

Then back at Shiro, "I'll tell you what you are doing your best on. You are doing your best trying to keep yourself in one piece because you know you are 'outmatched' and will consequently lose." She pointed, "You have admitted defeat from the start, Mr. Yoshida. Give yourself some credit and stop belittling your abilities. If you know what you can do, you know how you will use them to their fullest advantage. I can tell you now they are not just meant for a 'sparkly' exit."

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[info]timetogo
2008-03-01 03:26 pm UTC (link)
"I'm not trying to make it special--" so quickly interrupted was he when Irene's request to Sun was quite short-lived. On his seat, Shiro pressed his lips together and found no choice but to listen to her talk...or sermon. Try as he might, he couldn't really keep up with a little staring contest himself -- so eventually, he just glanced away and laid sight on his tea.

So much for wanting a little break...

"...it's not that I don't know my powers," he finally said, albeit sulkingly when a little silence came to them -- glancing at Sun before he re-established eye contact with Irene. "I know what they can do. It's just that...well..."

Going around in circles, it was just that he didn't want to use them to their fuller capabilities if he wanted to make sure no one would get hurt by it. Besides, sometimes, his powers left ugly marks like destruction or broken fingers, etc. But should he tell these to Irene? Of course not, those were his weak points and she'd definitely use them and he'd feel even worse than he already does.

"Well...I'm a little hesitant." which was not the best response he could have given, anyway, but hell, he doubted he needed to state the obvious reasons to Irene. Right hand took his tea cup up and he sipped from it. It had gotten colder.

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[info]cattales
2008-03-02 08:29 am UTC (link)
Sun got up to get another glass, filling it carefully while they were talking (rather, while Irene was attacking and Shiro was trying to not sound too weak). When a pause seemed to arrive, he held the glass out to Irene, kneeling up on his seat so that he could reach her.

"Why?" he asked Shiro simply, staring at him. "If you know what you can do... You shouldn't be afraid of yourself. Even if other people are stronger." His pupils contracted, narrowing into a feline shape. "If you're afraid before you even face them, they'll always win. I don't think they should."

His logic might've seemed a little meandering, but it all made sense to him. Show fear in the face of a stronger opponent, and he would know he wouldn't have to do anything to defeat you.

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[info]timetogo
2008-03-02 11:45 pm UTC (link)
To Shiro, he thought that that little eye-play Sun had done was something to prove his point -- Sun who so easily and so carelessly swung in and out of a cat form to a human form.

"Well, it's because," somehow, Sun seemed a bit easier to talk to even if he was undoubtedly in the same level of thinking as Irene, "I don't want to hurt other people who aren't meant to be hurt or create damages on walls or roads or whatever." he finally said, glancing over to Sun's direction.

Though everyone knew that wasn't the only reason and the bigger reason was that in front of his half-cousin, he really did feel weak and threatened. Even when the opportunity came to him to use his powers more aggressively, he'd become dependent to Kenuichio's decision not to hurt people and tried his luck to talk him out of the battle. Of course that luck was apparently non-existent and his little plan greatly failed.

"No, you're right. I was wrong," he sighed as he leaned against the back of his chair. "I shouldn't have insisted that I couldn't help it...I'm sorry." He looked up to Irene, wearing the face of someone who was genuinely resigned to their arguments.

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[info]catalysis
2008-03-05 03:04 pm UTC (link)
Irene shook a finger as she snuck in a gulp of the juice before responding, "You don't have anyone to apologize but yourself." She pertained to his cast particularly, "You have to decide what you really want to do should you insist to be on field to help the team. Now if you wish to keep playing safe and being non-confrontational, I suggest you take a medic role. There you can do your technique of spritzing, running and maybe save a life."

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[info]cattales
2008-03-06 05:04 am UTC (link)
Sun couldn't help but grin at the word 'spritzing,' just because it sounded funny. He said it to himself a few times in his head, too.

"If you're fighting an opponent who will do that," and he pointed at Shiro's arm, finger almost close enough to touch, "then I think it's okay to hurt them if it will keep you from getting hurt. Roads can be repaired. If you hesitate and someone kills you, no one can fix that."

He nodded, almost to himself, and looked up at Irene, pleased that she had a suggestion. She could be strict at times, but he knew (or hoped, at least) that she always had the other person's best interests at heart. It seemed to be that way.

"Oh, yes. Not everyone can heal themselves."

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[info]timetogo
2008-03-06 07:18 am UTC (link)
"Well, Alex really is the only one who can do that, isn't he?" which was really sort of unfair 'cause hey, everyone could use a little healing now and then. Though at least with Alex, the team had a scapegoat of sorts...

When everyone was suddenly pointing or gazing at his bad finger, Shiro couldn't help but look at it, too. He moved his arm a bit to look at the bad finger in a different angle from its tapes.

"I don't think I'll consider that transfer anytime now," he said to both of them though his eyes were still on his injury. "After I avenge myself, then I'll give it some thought, maybe." he looked up to both of them, "If that's okay with you, of course."

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[info]catalysis
2008-03-07 03:05 pm UTC (link)
Irene settled a half-empty glass on the table, "We didn't say all those things to impose decisions on you, Shiro." As she spoke, the lid of a sugar jar turned and gave way. A teaspoon scooped itself into the container and a spoonful of sugar came floating to Irene's juice. It took a dip and stirred itself.

"Sun and I have simply drawn you a picture of reality." When the spoon has done its deed, it flew straight to the sink. Irene picked the glass up again, "One that isn't so pretty. The rest is up to you."

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[info]cattales
2008-03-09 06:41 am UTC (link)
There was something eternally fascinating about Irene's mutation. Just the idea of being able to move things just by thinking about them was crazy - but then, Sun supposed it was no more crazy than being able to turn into a cat, or read minds, or anything. Still, it was always interesting to watch telekinesis in action.

He nodded, agreeing with what she'd told Shiro. Sun didn't want to be responsible for imposing a decision upon someone else, even if he did feel that Shiro was being unfair to himself. Everyone had the potential to be a lot of things, including stronger than they currently were, right?

"Were you looking for me?" he asked, remembering Irene's entrance.

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[info]catalysis
2008-03-11 05:14 am UTC (link)
"Yes I was." And upon remembering what she set out to ask of Sun, the glass of juice returned to the table and was henceforth abandoned despite the sugar additive, "We need to do something about your clothes, and I don't think you have any for formal events. So go get dressed."

Thus, Irene arranged for her exit. She headed to the doorway, speaking some farewell words, "Think about what we have said Mr. Yoshida. Good-bye." And as good residents should, the glass of juice emptied itself into the sink and settled nicely with all the dishes left for cleaning.

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