kira yukimura is electric. (electrocutie) wrote in blackpoint, @ 2014-02-27 14:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent (au), kira yukimura |
WHO RTW!Allison Argent and Kira Yukimura
WHAT A run and some chatting!
WHERE Beautiful, scenic Hawaii~
WHEN Way way way backdated to Valentine's weekend!
RATING Aside from general morbidity, it's fine. Complete!
With so much time spent cooped up inside reading books upon books of research on top of schoolwork, getting out was a must. Hawaii was much too beautiful, and they had the warm weather on their side. Lately, Kira had taken to bringing a backpack full of books along with her, something that wasn’t much of a burden when she was just exploring and could serve as an aid when she was running for training. This particular time, though, she’d decided to leave it at home. She still had her phone for any sudden bursts of inspiration, but she mostly needed to clear her brain and focus on something different for the time being. She’d tapped on Allison’s bedroom door, wanting a partner, and that was how they’d gotten to this point.
It’d started as a normal run, of course, but the terrain had changed to something a bit more rocky and uneven, which was extra challenging but infinitely more rewarding given how random their circumstances often were. Training was always a bit of a grab bag, really. It could vary from running to boxing to weapon-work. Kira had always figured that keeping the variety would pay off the most in the end. For her own part, Kira came with her electricity and black belts in a few varieties of martial arts. Since starting to train with the girls, she’d gotten a much better grasp on the former, and the latter helped level the playing field when they sparred. She enjoyed the running just as much, though, particularly in such a gorgeous setting. They’d reached a cliff alongside the ocean, and Kira slowed to a stop, breathing heavy and slick with sweat, drinking from her bottle of water. “It’s so good to get out, yeah?” she said, looking over to Allison with a smile.
It took Allison’s brain a few seconds to catch up with Kira’s question, her expression turning from vague confusion to consideration and finally confirmation as she nodded in response. Allison Argent wasn’t supposed to zone out, not even on a run along a difficult course with one of her closest friends. It was probably a testament to how much she trusted Kira that she had. She had a lot going on, and when she wasn’t worrying about Stiles she was thinking about the show like she had promised herself she wouldn’t because how silly was that, worrying about a world that wasn’t your own? Her grandfather may have been an evil bastard, but his advice to focus on a single problem at a time had been clever. Allison hadn’t been doing that, and now her brain was checking out to rest during a time when she should have been at her most-alert.
“I needed this,” Allison said, smiling out of the corner of her mouth and getting a swig of water. And she did. There was nothing like racing through the air in response to the world feeling more-constrictive every second. “I needed this way more than writing a paper on the Catholic Reformation.”
Kira could understand being overwhelmed with thoughts. She’d had a similar experience, really. She had her own concerns with Stiles and her guilt over the fact that she couldn’t find anything solid to help him. It seemed so obvious, like she ought to be able to figure something out given that she’d grown up with stories of Nogitsune. Luckily, watching the show was mostly a researching experience for her. She didn’t feel quite as connected to it as some of the others did, and that made it a bit easier to view objectively. It wasn’t an enjoyable watch, necessarily, but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. She was also worrying about Isaac and trying to help him figure out his own issues. Really, their whole group had quite a lot weighing on their shoulders at the moment. It was a wonder they managed to pull it together as well as they did.
“Me too,” she said, leaning forward and setting her hands on her knees as she fought to catch her breath. “You can look at mine when we get back. I finished it during free period,” she said, smiling. She looked at her a little curiously then. “You okay?”
Allison shot her a grateful expression; while she was generally a good student school was definitely low on her priority list this week. “That’d be great,” she said, taking a much-needed breath as she stretched out her calf muscle. Academic integrity was for people who didn’t have werewolves to herd and dark spirits to vanquish. It didn’t surprise her that Kira was on top of her assignments; she had always been good at multitasking.
At Kira’s question, Allison delivered her default response: “fine”. She scrunched her face in partial-apology at the flatness of her reply, huffing as she came out of her stretch. “Worried.” Allison wasn’t the gal to chatter about her emotions, but she didn’t think there was anything wrong in being honest. Expanding upon what she was worried about didn’t seem necessary given the mounds of books they’d both checked out from the library on the very subject that was weighing down Allison’s shoulders. “You?” The question was asked a little more-softly, Allison’s eyes meeting Kira’s to stare down whatever hesitancy might be awaiting her.
“No problem,” she responded, grinning. When the time finally rolled around, Kira would have no trouble doing as she did with Isaac and basically recounting the topic so that Allison could write it in her own words. She didn’t really think as much of academic integrity either, but she’d always been good with staying on top of her grades. Ultimately, she figured if the work was getting done and her friends were getting something out of it intellectually, it didn’t really matter if she was doing a bit more for them than their teachers might’ve liked. Personally, she rather enjoyed homework. It was relaxing.
She half-shrugged a shoulder at the scrunch-faced apology, really having expected the fine. She nodded when Allison answered more honestly, because she might’ve guessed that. “I’m worried too,” she said, after just a tiny fraction of hesitation. “It seems like we add something new to the plate every week.”
Allison gave a slow nod in response, her eyes moving over the wilderness around them. For a state crawling with tourists, there were areas that were surprisingly wild. It was refreshing to take a few steps and suddenly be hip-deep in vegetation. She hadn’t known she’d enjoyed yards there were so un-manicured until she’d arrived here. “Something new, and something heavy,” she confirmed, biting her lip as she stretched out a muscle in her back. On some level, Allison felt guilty for not having solved the mystery of how to rid themselves of the Nogitsune yet. Shouldn’t this be her home turf? She’d certainly studied enough myths and legends, but now that it was life or death, here she was: reliant on some television writer for the latest aperitif of information to tide her over until the next week.
Subconsciously, she reached for and found the arrow necklace that Stiles had given her, still secured around her neck. Allison hated being a few steps behind the plot - particularly when it came to someone she felt in her bones should be off limits. “It’s gotten to the point where I both dread and pine for Mondays. Mondays,” she said with disgust in her voice.
There was something so peaceful in the gorgeous nature offered on the islands, and Kira continued to hope that it would help open up some answers to the constant questions they were all trying to apply their individual knowledge to answering. “Right,” she agreed. “I had high hopes early on when they were revealing things after only an episode or two, like with the Oni and the reason for the Kanji. But it doesn’t seem like they’ve really kept up that habit.” She righted herself, pulling a foot up from behind to stretch. “What I’ve found indicates that it means ‘self,’ by the way. The Kanji behind the ears and on the wall. ‘Self’ or ‘self-control.’ I think the former applies to the fact that the Oni were marking those who were still themselves. And the latter, obviously, is Stiles fighting with himself. Though, who even knows if that’ll matter much in the long run anyway besides being a hint and a tie to Japanese culture.”
She nodded, agreeing with the sentiment on Mondays, but noticed the necklace. “That’s pretty! Is it new?”
Allison’s lip thinned as she nodded along with Kira’s assessment. What she’d found was well-in line with Kira’s theory, although she would have preferred a Kanji behind her own ear before she agreed. The fact that she hadn’t been marked yet was on her mind. Time spent with Tumblr generally supported her growing paranoia.
But, her focus had to be on Stiles. One problem at a time, she reminded herself, and straightened. “Thanks,” she answered, and dropped the chain so it could fall how it wanted. “Stiles gave it to me.” Allison didn’t mention the Valentines Day timing; it was a conversation she didn’t really want to initiate if she could absolutely help it. “He’s focusing on research, on anything… I just wish that the show would give him some positive news instead of just sending him spiralling.”
Kira actually worried about the fact that Allison didn’t have a mark as well. For some time, she’d theorized that perhaps Scott, Allison, and Stiles weren’t marked because they’d sacrificed themselves. But now Scott was marked, and Stiles clearly wouldn’t be. It was worrisome to think of why Allison hadn’t been, particularly with that looming threat that they’d lose someone this season.
She leaned just a bit to get a better look at it where it fell, smiling when she identified where it came from. “That was thoughtful,” she said. “He’s got good taste.” She didn’t ask anything further, largely because she knew she wasn’t always so ready for questions where Isaac was concerned. It wasn’t really important at the moment anyway, not with everything else going on. “God, I know,” she said, sighing, in total agreement. “I’d love good news in general, but especially where he’s concerned.”
Kira’s lack of prying was noticed and appreciated, and Allison reluctantly left off the question about Isaac that had been on the tip of her tongue. Later. She’d done enough poking and prying with Lydia and Scott’s whatever-it-was to do her well enough for the next week. Allison silently tucked the necklace back beneath her shirt and gazed at the surrounding landscape. There was something wild about it, even with all the cars, and not for the first time she was glad that they’d stayed in Hawaii instead of joining the rest of the Teen Wolf gang in New York.
She didn’t address Kira’s statement regarding good news at first, instead letting her eyes slip over the green horizon, although later she couldn’t have described what she’d seen. Sloppy. “He asked me to kill him if things went black.” Her words were undecorated, devoid of sentiment or hesitation. The possibility that it might actually come to that had been folded up in velvet and tucked into a drawer in her heart; until it happened, Allison was strictly not dealing with it.
Turning toward Kira, she stayed silent, her mouth thinning into a straight line. Unsure of what else to do with herself, she shrugged, the gesture tight and jerky.
The fact of the matter was that she really wouldn’t have had a very good answer to questions about Isaac anyway. That was something that Kira was working on, trying to figure out just what it was she felt and whether or not it was a good idea to feel it just yet. She wanted Isaac to figure himself out, too – what he wanted, why he wanted it, and what would make him happy. He wasn’t accustomed to putting his happiness above appeasing those he considered to be above him, and she wanted him to work through some of that.
She took the pause in conversation to drink more water, observing the calm horizon as well. When the words came, Kira hadn’t been expecting them and, truthfully, they stole her breath. Of course, those thoughts were always in the back of her mind, and everyone’s mind. There was a chance everything would get worse before it began to get better. It might not get better at all. While there was a part of her that was so very sure that Jeff Davis wouldn’t kill off Stiles, there was no way to know for sure. It was a gentle, but audible intake of breath, and she was quiet a moment after as well.
“Well,” she said finally. “We’re always prepared.” But Kira was the one of the pair of them that was more inclined to act on faith and belief, and she was more unfailingly optimistic than most in their group, even with her love for the morbid. “Whatever happens on the show, it’ll give us insight on how to fix it here. There are other means than what they have available. So even if it goes black, that doesn’t mean it’ll do the same here.”