conflict_to: (just as --)
a d v a n t a g e ([personal profile] conflict_to) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2015-09-10 10:08 pm (UTC)

[ ...the abominablob winked at him. Akira can tell, with the same keen perception that's won him a legion of games and childhood 'did-something-just-move-under-the-bed' night terrors.

He's just opened his mouth to point out the gory and the supernatural, but Shindou's already stabbed, then cannibalized the creature, so Akira briefly pauses in stupor/horror/admiration to pay the act its due. Holy goban above.

The puppy, seemingly more jaded than Akira had given it credit, takes this particular time to yawn, wide-jawed and fully lethargic. It earns a frown from Akira, a snapped tsk and an idle glare. ]


Mother wants to keep it. [ The puppy's gender, much like its name, means nothing to the chilled and crippled cockles of Touya Akira's black heart. ] Father and I politely disagree. She said to settle this reasonably.

[ A shrug now, carefully stifled at the last moment so to least upset the puppy's rest. And so, a monstrous covenant was born. ]

Yours was the only name she didn't know on the Honinbo tournament list, so she picked you as an easy target.

[ ...that's right, Hikaru. Even the ignorant appendage of the Touya Go-bsessed dynasty has it out for your good name. ]

Father conceded. Your odds weren't as poor before Hisakawa.

[ And isn't it strange for such a highly-ranked player to meet an entrant so early in the tournament? Truly, the Go gods have conspired against House Touya's canine-free life.

...also, Shindou's shots at this title. That too, if — the puppy basks as lounges — less relevantly. ]


This is a disaster.

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