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citynet2023-07-18 11:14 am
kampfgeist) wrote in citynet2023-07-18 11:14 am
video » text | @stray
[ the video comes first!
heine films from where he's sitting on top of a mailbox on a street corner. it's a slow pan across an empty intersection just northeast of the bank—the bank building itself is visible, as a landmark for where he is, but he also makes a point of filming as much down each street as he can manage. master film director heine is not, but at least he manages to pick out a few identifying storefronts so people can triangulate themselves!
there's no talking, or really any sound at all (which for heine is still one of the worst parts of this place). once he's filmed enough that he thinks the location has been conveyed, the video cuts off.
when he uploads it, it's with a text accompaniment: ]
let me get this out of the way first: i'm not trying to die
and i also don't want to kill anyone [ today, anyway! ]
but if you're also here without the weapons you're used to
don't want to get stuck with your thumb up your ass if shit goes wrong
and think you could use a good fight to keep your skills sharp
then hopefully you can figure out from the video where to go
if you can't then [ he is judging you slightly ] ask for directions
rules:
1) i have knives but if you want to use something else that's on you
2) no sparring bullshit, we fight like we mean it
3) i'll go easy if you need but don't ask me to teach you
heine films from where he's sitting on top of a mailbox on a street corner. it's a slow pan across an empty intersection just northeast of the bank—the bank building itself is visible, as a landmark for where he is, but he also makes a point of filming as much down each street as he can manage. master film director heine is not, but at least he manages to pick out a few identifying storefronts so people can triangulate themselves!
there's no talking, or really any sound at all (which for heine is still one of the worst parts of this place). once he's filmed enough that he thinks the location has been conveyed, the video cuts off.
when he uploads it, it's with a text accompaniment: ]
let me get this out of the way first: i'm not trying to die
and i also don't want to kill anyone [ today, anyway! ]
but if you're also here without the weapons you're used to
don't want to get stuck with your thumb up your ass if shit goes wrong
and think you could use a good fight to keep your skills sharp
then hopefully you can figure out from the video where to go
if you can't then [ he is judging you slightly ] ask for directions
rules:
1) i have knives but if you want to use something else that's on you
2) no sparring bullshit, we fight like we mean it
3) i'll go easy if you need but don't ask me to teach you
text ↪ un: 十五
（ local shōnen hero has chosen lies and chaos today, apparently. ）
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whats karate?
it's probably fine though
the more variety the better
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carpetkarate ride, buddy. ）it's a martial art. heavy on the striking.
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empty hands is fine
[ saves them the trouble of finding weapons? ]
heine by the way
can you find your way?
text ↪ action
and yeah, no problem.
（ one does not simply ask an elder millennial if he can figure out a phone map.
so it's, you know, a respectable and not-at-all shunpo enhanced time later that he strolls up. he's hard to miss — tall, lanky, with a bright mop of hair that's probably the envy of many bad dye-jobs the world over. he's dressed simply, dark clothing that offers minimal restriction of range of motion and suggests a sort of... peacock's preoccupation with walking that line of Effortlessly Stylish and Obnoxious Tryhard.
he is walking it very, very carefully, as it were.
there's no one else in the area to mistake as being the dude jonesing for a fight — just a big swath of nothingness, empty buildings and streets. no trash, no bugs, no souls, no sound. the lack of life is like a persistent, low-level ache. like a full-body sensation of chewing on tinfoil, discomfort crawling across every livewire nerve.
(it reminds him of a distorted, funhouse mirror version of the dangai. he wouldn't be able to articulate why if asked, but —) ）
Oy. You Heine?
（ peep that slightly off-kilter pronunciation. high-nay. ）
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it's more about the way ichigo carries himself, the way he's dressed. someone who understands what his body can do, his range of motion and how to accommodate it. whether by force or by choice, heine has made his life's work understanding the weaknesses of the physical form and then exploiting them, and he can already tell that finding ichigo's is going to be a challenge.
he'd tried not to have high expectations, posting how he did, but heine can't help looking forward to this a little. ]
Yo. [ he lifts a hand, as if it could be anyone else. the intersection is just as abandoned as it was in the video he sent. picked intentionally for the wide streets, fewer things to slam into. ] Heine.
[ high-nuh, with a schwa. but ichigo was close enough. they probably don't speak german wherever, or whenever, he's from.
heine gathers his legs under him, bringing himself into a crouch. deep breath, in and out. lets the tension go from his shoulders. ]
First touch or first blood? You don't look like you need kid gloves.
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(one of the first thing they teach you in any grappling art is how to fall, easy and boneless. less chance you'll be hurt. anyone who really knows how to fight knows how to let themselves go lax. not that he'd doubted the guy's experience, but it's a pretty clear indication of just how much he's looking at. the promise of a fight only settles one kind of soul.)
he finds himself grinning, just a bit. some demons you can't excise, you can only befriend. he's no zaraki, living and breathing and determined to die by a blade — but there's a reason he's always felt more at home around the twelfth division. ）
'First blood' is meaning it to you?
（ it's a cheeky little riposte, and he tilts his chin up with a jerk. there's a certain cocky affect to how he holds himself and speaks, but it's got a foundation to it — solid and sure. ）
Let's just go until we're done. Nobody dies.
（ great way to work some tension off after a month in this weird-ass place, anyway. ）
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—he's not much of a smiler, by nature; badou had once said that heine's smile almost always means someone is about to have a bad day. ichigo probably isn't about to have a bad day, but the smile nonetheless means something similar: a promise that he's definitely not going to go easy.
like recognizes like, here. ]
"Until we're done" is better. [ "first blood" was just a concession to the people who are a little more, say, fragile than heine is. if ichigo doesn't think he needs it, then far be it from heine to put on the kid gloves.
he still has no real idea what karate entails, but it seems like ichigo knows what he's signed up for. as such—heine has been judging the distance between them, and once ichigo is just close enough for him to make the jump, heine launches himself toward ichigo, leaving dents in the mailbox in his wake.
let's get this party started, shall we?
(fyi, totally fine with any punches ichigo lands/physical manhandling/flinging into buildings! blanket permissions for everything except death atp lmao) ]
same re: whatever ~fight flow~ u wanna go for!
he has a split second to decide what to do. if there are already people running around with powers, and no way to open a senkaimon — it's not like old man shunsui can roll up on him with a reprimand. he has a hard time thinking even a stickler for the rules like byakuya would be much offended by breaking decorum here. being normal, protecting his own identity, his abilities... in the end, that neither serves nor saves anything but him here.
and frankly — that's just not how he's built.
ichigo doesn't really want to hurt the guy without knowing exactly what he can take — so his first forays lean more defensive. heine throws out a blow and ichigo moves a bit, lets it connect against his shoulder. gauging the strength and technique with the canvas of his own tolerance. the impact has a gravity to it, a sense of heaviness behind it — and somehow he doesn't think it's his full strength, either. the first steps of a fight are always a little more like a dance, feeling each other out. if this were serious, or done for anything but the alleviation of boredom and the chance to keep up on necessary survival skills, he'd suspect otherwise. but the guy seemed pretty aligned with ichigo's own desire not to do any permanent, lasting damage to anyone who can't take or doesn't deserve it.
rather than trade blows, ichigo closes his hand around the man's wrist and drops one shoulder for leverage, aiming to fling him back down the street. it's less intended to harm and more to gain a brief distance so he can say — ）
I hear property damage gets people handcuffed. We might wanna cool it on the mailbox massacre.
（ you know, or not. ）
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this isn't how heine's fights normally go. back home they're over before they begin, even when firearms are involved—the number of people living who could best heine in a fair fight can be counted on one hand. so this, the feeling of—of being more evenly matched, sensing that same strength and same restraint in the way ichigo moves is... refreshing?
(a voice in the back of heine's head mutters, you're enjoying this a lot, aren't you?)
heine doesn't see the throw coming until it's too late to pull out of it, but he knows how to roll into it. he takes the cement burn to the shoulder and uses one gloved hand as a fulcrum to hoist himself out of the skid. when he lands, crouched, heine lifts his forearm to regard the scrape of road rash, then shakes it off. it'll be a few minutes while the flesh knits back together, but in the meantime, the bright burst of pain feels kind of good. ]
Oh, yeah. I'd hate to interrupt the mail delivery. [ a little wry, because heine knows there are punishments for these things, but also thinks it's stupid, because who is using the mailbox? exactly.
but in the interest of not spending the day in handcuffs, heine will make at least a nominal effort not to destroy anything else. he's having too much fun(?) right now. ]
You're good.
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（ he missed this part of fighting, you know? the the time the quincy war happened, he'd been so worn down from everything he barely had time to do more than fight and move on. and just about every fight that mattered had been a resounding failure until that final clash with yhwach. but it was with grimmjow that he'd discovered a genuine joy in the clash, and this is — bringing that back, a little.
he closes the distance anew, and shifts into a stance that's almost more like american boxing, and then he swipes a strike at heine's core. he'd been on the defensive at first — now turnabout is fair play. ）
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being put on the defensive this ways is interesting. back home heine tries not to fight up close if he can avoid it, but when he does, his strength and speed (and healing) almost always give him the upper hand. even in his fights with luki and noki, or with giovanni, the others of einstürzen's children, there had always been that element of distance, too—heine has never felt the physical pressure of being evenly matched against someone just as strong.
no, if he's honest, ichigo is probably stronger. heine is just mostly quick enough to dodge.
but that doesn't mean he's not going to go down without a fight! as they exchange blows, heine circles a little, putting a bit of space between them so he can kick at ichigo's chest—he's avoiding the head, having no idea what ichigo's capacity for healing is, but the chest feels like fair game. ]