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Post by Persephone Touzoko on Nov 8, 2011 21:35:40 GMT -5
The Tora shrugged for the umpteenth time. "Homey" wasn't exactly a word she would use to describe her former place of residence. Hell sounded much more fitting. "Depends on who you're with, I guess." She rubbed her arms again, though not from the cold. Her hands just wanted somethings to do. "Home is where the heart is, or so everyone says."
Although in that case the Tora's homes are composed of couches and spare mattresses in her friends' apartments. The Tora's heart wasn't exactly in Hatsu Itonami yet, so she assumed she technically couldn't call it home... at least not by those standards.
"I guess that definition doesn't really work for me though. I jump around too much." She finished with a light laugh.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Nov 8, 2011 22:04:21 GMT -5
"Or what you're used to." All he could ever remember was gunsmoke and screaming when he was a child. He had grown up with it, gotten used to it, learned to deal with it, ENJOYED it on a rare occasion. But that was him, and the situation he had been in differed greatly form whatever Persephone had gone through. Though that was probably for the best, he'd hate to have his position as gunslinger usurped by a clanmember so much younger than himself. It would happen eventually, but Satoru was still young.
"I've moved all of once, still haven't found a place ta keep my 'eart." The pain in his leg was slowly dieing down. Slower than usual thanks to the chill... Why wasn't the other Tora wearing a jacket? Did she lack the funds for that as well? Sighing, Satoru shrugged off his jacket and held it out to her. Courtesy might be rare in some places these days, but Satoru'd be damned if he couldn't alleviate some discomfort of a semi-kindred spirit. Besides, he had a soft spot for most women.
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Post by Persephone Touzoko on Nov 8, 2011 22:18:45 GMT -5
Persephone blinked, taking a moment to process Satoru's gesture before taking the jecket and drapping it over her shoulders. "Thanks," she told him, only noticing how cold she had been after she arms were no longer exposed. "'S gettin' pretty cold nowadays. Probably shoulda thought to bring my own jacket. Then again, I'm always forgetting stuff. I s'pose Dad knocked all the common sense right out of my head." She smirked, finding the idea extremely amusing. That actually made sense. Her lack of good fortune wasn't the work of some evil demon lord at all, but rather the brain damage left over from getting smacked around. Persephone liked this a lot better than the whole "the entire universe just plain hates me" idea.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Nov 8, 2011 22:32:47 GMT -5
Satoru chuckled, softly. "If that's the case, give it another year or three and it'll come back. Common Sense is notoriously finicky." Physical beatings from a father was something he had never had (no relatives that he knew of TO beat him, really) although he could think of a few substitutes that had kicked the crap out of him well enough. Ah, memories. "I'm lucky, guns do less brain damage." A few scars could be seen on his arms. A few burn marks from his bad cooking, but mostly bullet wounds in one incarnation or another or knife wounds from getting jumped in back-alleys. These ones on his arms didn't bother him. No serious complications meant no worries in his head.
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Post by Persephone Touzoko on Nov 8, 2011 22:45:35 GMT -5
Persephone's smirked morphed into a (rare) normal-looking grin. "That it is," she chuckled, taking a little comfort in her clanmate's words. "Hopefully it doesn't take too long, though. If this keeps up, at the rate I'm goin', I'll probably get myself killed." And the smirk was back. "But in the end, I suppose, it just makes things more interesting." It was this twisted sense of humour that probably would be Persephone's undoing. Her inability to recognize a serious situation kept her sane, but it also kept her in a state of constant foolishness. Fun... but not exactly safe...
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Nov 8, 2011 22:59:21 GMT -5
Satoru shrugged. "Even without a gun, from what I've seen you're an effective fighter. You're street smart as well..." Undue praise was never a trait Satoru ever showed, from what he had seen of the Chatterbox this was what he had gleaned. "You'll get the shit kicked outta you some more fer sure, but in the end it'll take one hell of a fighter or one damn lucky shot ta kill ya..." Or something unexpected, like cancer. The kid seemed lucky enough to avoid that particular end, however.
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Post by Persephone Touzoko on Nov 8, 2011 23:12:45 GMT -5
Persephone took another moment to blink and gather her thoughts. "Thanks," she stated yet again. "'S good to know I'm not totally hopeless." Getting a complement from Satoru was a little unexpected for her, to say the least. She'd been under the impression that he wasn't too fond of her (judging by her moments of useless that occured the very few times they'd met), so hearing something like that was somewhat of a pleasant surprise. He seemed like he was being genuinely honest, so the Tora took his words to heart.
Persephone's sharp golden eyes then flickered over to a few of the various scars that were now visible on her clanmate's arms. After a moment she nodded to them, quickly adding, "You're quiet a fighter too, if the scars are anything to go by." Her gaze moved back up towards his face as she spoke. "And of course from the little bit of what I've seen you do with a gun, that's pretty easy to confirm."
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Nov 9, 2011 21:32:23 GMT -5
Satoru glanced down at his arms, as if he had forgotten the scars existed. And with how often his jacket seemed to be fused to his body, that could be a very real possibility. His own amber orbs returned to Persephone's and he gave a shrug. "I'm a gunslinger, it comes with th' territory." Not really, but his life before Hatsu Itonami was a different story. He hadn't been too much of a real gunslinger back then though... Meeting Mina and Egil had helped him out quite a bit. He certainly fit the role of a protector much better now.
"Sides," He continued, "My upbringin' wasn't the safest." Letting a four-year-old boy learn how to handle a gun was probably a good indicator. Letting him fight in a brawl at ten was an even better one. Killing a man at fourteen? The best yet. Of course, the bastard HAD had it coming. Even then Satoru hadn't been without morals.
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Post by Persephone Touzoko on Nov 9, 2011 22:04:17 GMT -5
"It's always the "upbringing," isn't it?" Persephone gave a dry chuckle. True enough, it seemed that most of how people acted nowadays had a lot to do with how they were raised... or not raised in some cases. Her entire personality was mostly composed of the need to piss her dad off as much as possible.
The Tora closed her eyes, giving her a clever, thoughtful expression. "But ya seem pretty decent to me," she stated observantly, "so someone did at least one thing right somewhere along the line."
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Nov 9, 2011 22:21:18 GMT -5
"Yup." Satoru agreed, letting his finished cig drop to the ground where it was promptly stamped out. "The Swede and the Stephen King fan that work at m' ranch, and m' old teacher." A certain Kei Yamamoto had been that particular teacher. He had been nearing fifty when Satoru had been seven, but Kei had been the closest thing to a proper father or teacher that he had ever had. It was his set of morals that had helped Satoru keep away from being just another killer let loose upon the world. "Who was yer conscience?" He asked back, returning the query to keep the conversation moving. He slowly started shifting weight back onto his leg, it took it well enough even while a few lingering traces of pain danced about the nerves.
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Post by Persephone Touzoko on Nov 9, 2011 22:33:50 GMT -5
"Hm." The Tora girl scrunched her face up, thinking. "I had few, I guess. My sister was probably the biggest." Her brother really couldn't be counted. While Persephone loved Demetri, she had to admit he had been in serious danger of turning into a less-violent version of their dad... until he went and got himself killed anyway. "Kaito 'n Nana as well... and my old boyfriend. They kept me sane."
She rubbed her head sheepishly before adding, "'Course,a lot of 'em are dead or gone now so..." For having just heard the news herself, the Tora seemed to be taking it pretty well. She suppossed she'd been so dettached from them for so long, there wasn't any noticeable pain involved with losing them. More of a dull numbness than anything else.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Nov 10, 2011 21:41:36 GMT -5
Satoru nodded a bit at this, noting Persephone's lack of grief. The four must have been away from her for quite some time if she didn't react much at all. Either that, or she was even more jaded than Satoru had originally thought. "Don't seem too broken up about it." He remarked, finally getting up from his spot leaning against the wall.
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Post by Persephone Touzoko on Nov 10, 2011 22:09:36 GMT -5
Another shrug. "I hadn't associated myself with them in so long, and I only just found out. Still taking awhile to sink in." She crossed her arms, looking absently out into the distance for a moment. Honestly, she was more worried about her sister, since she was there when it happened and all. Jane didn't always handle tragedy well. And God knew their family had a good share of it by this point. "I'm just very well-adjusted to death. If I were about to drop dead right now I don't even think I'd be too bothered by it."
She wasn't suicidal, not by a long shot. Perseponhe didn't want to die at all, but if her demise happened to be staring her in the face the Tora probably wouldn't be too upset. It was a natural part of the life cycle, she knew and accepted that.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Nov 10, 2011 22:59:29 GMT -5
A brow was raised in response to the admittance. Well-adjusted to death- he understood everyone being able to get to that point at some time in their life. But he was rather surprised that a kid like Persephone (in comparison to him, she was indeed just that) had become like that so early in her life. A shame, perhaps, but Satoru figured it since he couldn't change it it was best not to dwell on that for too long. "'Course not, you'd be kinda DEAD. Tends ta cause a lack a' interest."
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Post by Persephone Touzoko on Nov 10, 2011 23:08:34 GMT -5
Persephone laughed. Her breath condensed into a fluffy white cloud, rising high into the chilly air. He had a pretty good point. "That's true," she chuckled. "Don't think I'd be able to protest much by that point." Though the Tora would still go down kicking. Well-adjusted to death she may have been, but that didn't mean she was weak. She'd be going out with a bang, that was certain.
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