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bakerstreet2022-08-15 08:57 pm
thesearesocks) wrote in bakerstreet2022-08-15 08:57 pm
Denny's
Except Denny's.
RULES
1. Post to the meme.
2. Find somebody to eat with. Figure out why the hell you'd do this to yourself.
3. I don't think they have the Hobbit menu anymore, fuck. Maybe you should ask the waiter or something.
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Regardless, whether or not sorcerers (or scouts) think doesn't matter, if they are, indeed, ultimately disposal. There is someone in his world who means to change that, who's begun to surround himself with those as capable.
Nanami isn't that person. He tightens his tie, or takes it off as appropriate, and gets the job done. That's all. Relatedly: ]
I'm not interested in lecturing you —
[ — only, he can hear it now. That he'd definitely been lecturing him. Accumulated habit from the kids and not a few of the adults he works with. ]
— but I may have overexplained. You read the situation well.
[ More concession, not at all praise, but also not a bit of criticism.
His brow quirks, just so, above his sunglasses. Which are odd enough looking outdoors, but all the more unusual inside the Denny's. He doubts he has to say it, and so doesn't, but — of course Itadori wasn't his, either. ]
Personal choice. I don't require a tool for my technique, but the type of tool naturally affects the product.
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Makes sense. So the glowy shit is all you then.
[between him and mikasa, he's seen roof tiles break. floorboards. other people's bones. with the right motivation, the number or size of the enemy doesn't matter. but he's never seen a single man do something the way nanami has. it's impressive...and kinda fucking terrifying, but a man does what he has to do. it's respectable.]
You got one nasty right cross. Guess I better avoid pissing you off.
[he glances at the other man with a faint amount of humor in his eye. he doesn't smile, but it's there...sorta.]
Though if your people every figure out how to fight aerially, I don't make many promises.
[so okay, he's joking...slightly. this is why hange handles the social situations.]
ruins clean thread to say ... work sucks, i understand if this is too late!
With this man, there seems to be a gap. Nanami doesn't like to think of people as puzzles, with pieces to collect and shift, trying to slot this and that together to make a whole the prying person can draw their own meaning from. It's trite, a cliche, and unbearably nosy. Nanami isn't a man of that kind of personal curiosity.
Unfortunately, this gap cannot be left at personal curiosity. That agility, movements that suggested experience with more than human opponents, blasé acceptance of the grotesque supernatural and humans who seemed to glow — Nanami also isn't the kind of man to jump to conclusions, but whatever his own preference, he's compelled to hold a measure of professional curiosity.
Professional wariness, too. Both of which he keeps neatly separate from a stolid appreciation of Levi's attitude. ]
No, pissing me off is irrelevant.
[ From the even, matter-of-fact way he says it and his obscured eyes, one would be hard-pressed to identify whether or not he's also amused. Only just and sort of.
But, (to his mind) it's true. He only fights "on the clock," so to speak, and while working, it's his principle to keep emotion out of it. The only circumstance in which Nanami would turn that right cross on Levi, would be if he turned out to be a curse user and actively attacked civilians. ]
A few of us can.
[ Fight aerially — most being sorcerers far more impressive than him, including the man seeking reform. It might have been a joke, but here, an opportunity for due diligence in accordance with that professional curiosity. After another swig of beer, ]
However, it sounds as though you have something specific in mind by fighting aerially, and that your people have figured it out. Judging by your unfamiliarity with cursed energy, is it right that you use tools to do it?
no such thing as too late! but lol, work IS shit
That's what guys like you always say. Then whomever you hit wakes up in the trash behind a tavern somewhere.
[so okay, he's messing with the guy a little bit...he can't help it. the last blonde with a stick up his ass that he knew didn't crack a smile too much either and there's no chance of that now. and levi sure as hell isn't gonna do it.
he nods quietly at the question.]
Yep. We didn't think we'd be fighting anything, so we left the gear off this time. Though to most of you, ODM straps probably would get some weird looks. [he sets the teacup down.] Like we're into something.
[even the people in the survey corp admit as much - that part's never been a secret.]
But with no place to refuel, it's just as well. Don't think you want a bunch of dumbass kids thinking they gotta prove something dropping outta the sky while you're trying to work.
it DO be like that
Again his brow quirks, eyebrows lifting more distinctly above his sunglasses. ]
I doubt we've known each other long enough for you to accurately categorize "guys like me". Rather, I don't want to know why our short acquaintance has lead you to believe I'm the kind of man who would get into a petty quarrel and toss my opponent into a dumpster.
[ Deadpanned for a subject altogether less important, and considerably more silly, than Levi's combat experience. ODM straps mean nothing to Nanami, and describing them vaguely as earning weird looks and giving the impression of some kind of deviance isn't helpful. His mental image is muddled, even as he tries to connect leather straps to an elevating device — grapplehooks, ziplines? Machinery of some kind that required fuel, but must be portable —
Even if he had a better imagination, Nanami suspects it would be useless trying to picture it without a better visual or actual demonstration. He stops trying. ]
That would be inconvenient at best, a pain in the ass at neutral, and a disaster at worst.
[ It seems as though they both agree it should be prevented. But what Nanami thinks won't matter, if the higher ups learn of this avenue, if there is the possibility that Levi's kids could hold their own against cursed spirits, could exorcise them. They may be short-staffed, but the last thing Nanami wants is more kids getting caught up in this shit. It isn't his call, but hell, for all his adherence to regulation, he'd kept the secret of Itadori's survival when entrusted with his safekeeping. ]
Further, most cursed spirits aren't large enough to warrant aerodynamic combat.
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You protest pretty hard there, but okay. Fruit stands or bakery windows then. That classier for you?
[somehow he gets the feeling that's even more sacred, but either way nothing is meant by it really. he can see the guy's brain going into overdrive just by the hard line his mouth tends to set. being unable to see his eye doesn't change much of that.]
It's a mechanism that fits around the waist and thighs. Two blades attached to cables in each hand and each blade handle has the accelerator. One squeeze and the mechanism deploys wires we use to hook into our surroundings when we move. The full body harness just helps distribute the weight is all. And the blades aren't much good for cutting anything other than the titans themselves.
[he raises an eyebrow. not as big as titans huh?]
Not for nothing, but I'll say that's probably a good thing. The little one was ugly enough. Pretty sure they'd only get worse if they grew.
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Unfortunately, that's the last of the glass, which he sets down closer to the edge of the table. ]
If you think it's classy to throw someone through a bakery window, then I don't want to know what you think is trashy.
[ A bakery is, indeed, even more sacred. Not enough for him to speak with any severity against what is still an obvious joke.
As for the description of the ODM straps, it's not bad. He doesn't have a clear picture yet, because it remains so strange a concept that even with the loose pieces assembled, the whole eludes, but ideally, he won't need to know more or to get a look at them. Just as, ideally, Levi won't be troubled again by cursed spirits. ]
Some do.
[ Get worse when larger. ]
Titans — between your conversation, the design of those ODM straps, and the name itself, I assume they're behemoths.
[ And if unrelated to cursed spirits, then what the hell were they? More importantly, where the hell were they? ]
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Don't really like seeing tea shops get vandalized, but shit happens.
[so it's a half-truth...and more like a whole truth. he's pretty particular about that and only that in terms of what he holds sacred, so...moving on.
he still winces slightly at the idea of that disgusting squirmy bastard they fought getting any bigger.]
Yeah...the biggest we got on record is about sixty meters. Give or take since the steam it puts out melts everything including its own body.
[he fidgets only slightly thinking about it. who carries the colossal now and who could've had it doesn't matter anymore. no regrets.]
Still not as bad as the mindless ones that grab and eat whomever runs the slowest.
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But shit happens, even to tea shops cafes. He won't argue with that kind of fundamental truth — except that, of course, he'd never choose to be the vandal.
Sixty meters disrupts the placidity of his countenance, though much of the change is in his eyes, wide behind shaded lenses and the thick, blocking frames. Much, but not all, because his brow also furrows, lining, creasing. Steam output doesn't make sense to him yet, except that if it melts the body, that might suggest that the body isn't able to sustain that size — or that might be a result of injury or death, a defense mechanism that it couldn't defend against.
Mindless monsters eating the hapless and less capable, however, is standard enough for curses. ]
We haven't recorded anything close to that big. If the biggest on record is sixty meters, what's the average? Here, mindless creatures that feed reflexively on humans are more common and far outnumber those with forethought. Are yours also the majority?
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noting the concern in the other man's facial muscles, he just shrugs. that news generally tends to upset people. or it used to. he vaguely remembers a time where nobody knew about the colossal titan and fuck, those passed for better times.]
Pretty much. The regular titans can range from about two to fifteen meters with a couple exceptions once in a while. They're big. Stupid. Easy to take out so long as there ain't more than one. It's the goddamn abnormals you gotta worry about. You got curses that show any kind of intelligence?