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Damn, this girl was good. It made sense though; blind people were often adept at picking up and discerning the nature of sounds. It was a big part of how they visualized the world around them, though it never failed to amaze Isamu. "Well, in order to explain my skill, I'd like to explain the nature of my condition. The medical term for it is ectrodactyly. The common term is....lobster claw hand. My hands and feet are rather severely malformed. Instead of five fingers and toes on each appendage, I only have two. The large digit, as well as a second digit consisting of the two outer digits fused into one. To be quite honest, it very rarely has any effect on my daily life, though certain acts of dexterity require a work-around or two."

Smiling, he continued. "Origami. I wanted to hone some sort of skill, but much in the way of music was impossible." Chuckling again at the image of trying to learn how to play the flute or some similar instrument, he continued. "My parents home-schooled me, making me well aware that I was 'different'." He made sure to stress the last word to ensure his distaste at the thought. "I appreciate what they did for me and the lengths they went through to ensure the quality of my education, though. Few people are able to switch between Japanese and English mid-sentence without much difficulty. It was because of my awareness of my difference that I learned just how much I enjoyed spitting in the face of reality. At least, that's how I think of it. Whenever I make a particularly nice work, I put it into a small chest I keep in my room as a reminder that although I have my limits in some areas, I'm still a person with my own set of talents, hopes and dreams."

Smiling at the thought, he leaned against the edge of the pool, relaxing even further. "As for other skills...." A grand blush appeared on his face as one skill came to mind, and Isamu thanked whatever cosmic force controlled the Universe that Mizukimura-san couldn't see it. "Well, actually, I'm not so sure if I have any other skills in spite of my condition. As I said before, it rarely effects my day-to-day life. The worst I usually get is people staring, but I've learned how to deal with them. Now, if you're interested in my wide array of other skills, I'd be willing to enlighten you some day." Chuckling playfully, he smiled and leaned his head back, closing his eyes and feeling the sun on his face.
He rolled his eyes quickly as she politely blamed herself for their incident. Well, she definitely had good manners, that much was for sure. "Well, we all get a bit consumed in our thoughts sometimes. I can hardly fault you for it." I did the same thing literally just a moment ago. "And it's a pleasure to meet you as well. I've not had the honor of speaking with somebody as well-mannered as you are in quite a while." He could only remember one of his "uncles" speaking in such a reserved, polite manner. It made sense, he was meeting his mistress's son while the boy's father was in the other room doing work.

Dismissing the memory quickly, he processed her response to his question, as well as her follow-up, thinking on the appropriate way to phrase his answer. Once he had it, he let his mouth open. "It's part of my workout routine. I usually use it for cooling my body down as well as winding my muscles down. It's less stressful on the body than running is, as well, so it's good cardio exercise without the joint pain." Stretching his chest and back, he turned onto his back and slowly pushed himself through the water, alternating between wide, frog-like kicks and quick fluctuations of his feet to propel himself around.

Reaching the end of the pool, he turned around and returned to the side of the pool he'd started on. Halting his movement, he simply stayed there, looking over Mizukimura-san. She...certainly wasn't unattractive. Now that he was a bit cooler and his body wasn't flooded with endorphins, he could actually get a good look at the girl on the edge of the pool. Swimming to spit in the face of her blindness, much like his origami skills. He couldn't suppress the third chuckle that came to his lips, and his face flushed. Well....that's gonna need an explanation. "Sorry, I just...had a thought that struck me as funny. A perceived similarity we share that, actually, I'm quite proud of." He was leading her to ask, of course, but if she didn't take the bait, he wouldn't push it.
StarInaBox said
OKAY SO LEMME EXPLAIN THAT: I'm posting from my phone, I have absolutely no computer to post on. And for some reason, when I copy and paste things in to the text box on my phone's browser, the "Submit Post" button disappears. So I have to post something, then go to edit, then paste my RP post so I can submit it.


Huh. Interdasting.....and strange. o.O
Helluva post, star....
EDIT: bit better.
And this has truly become a shitstorm of epic proportions...protip: advising the paranoid guy taking a defensive pose while surrounded by people who seem intent upon kicking his ass to stand down WILL NOT HELP.
I like the cut of your jib, Nerendier...
Oh well, hopefully it don't matter anymore, because SOMEBODY actually tried to be the voice of reason!

.....Why do I have a bad feeling y'all are just gonna ignore Barst and beat each other up anyway?
Everybody, please, let's bring it OFF.
Well, there went any possibility of this thing ending peacefully without Barst intervening. Dammit all. "It's not a regular occurance, the big dumb oaf just stumbled upon our commander-the bow guy-and his daughter training. Fuckin' hell...." Walking over towards the two, he called out. "Alright, everybody, before you all get your britches in a twist and somebody gets killed, shut yer traps for a minute and let me actually explain what the hell is happening here."

"First of all, big guy, drop the sand. You're not gonna do a damn thing except piss him off. And the young lady you 'heroically' rushed in to 'save' is his daughter. We're a mercenary company, and you just interrupted their training. Now, boss, you have to admit, a Vinsenian spy? I know things are bad, but those guys aren't morons. Anybody who stands out in a crowd ain't good for spy work, and this guy....well, he sure as hell stands out in a crowd. Other than that, why would a spy rush after you headlong like a complete dunce?" A sharp glare at Hark turned over to Duraid.

"None of this makes sense, and even you have to admit that. So here's what ACTUALLY happened. Our cheerful, ever-friendly leader and his daughter were training, I assume she got her backside handed to her....AGAIN....and mister large and in charge here rushed over thinking he was gonna end up a hero. As for the three extras....yeah, I'm just not gonna try with that. That about right, though, everyone? No need for someone to get killed over a misunderstanding, right?"
Sorry things didn't work out, Ursa. Good luck friend.
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