November Catch-all

[bluecastleace]

Who: Hajime Iwaizumi + YOU!
What: November catch-all log
Where: Various locations
When: The month of November
Content Warnings: None thus far; will add as needed

((ooc:This catch-all will also serve as Iwaizumi’s introductory post! Please feel free to hit up any of the open TLs found below. I will likely be adding them as the month goes on! Please feel free to add me on plurk @ pantheraliam for plotting/updates on TLs being added!))

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Gravity Woes; Outside the Merlaut Apartments - Open

[bluecastleace]

[In a world with seemingly endless frustrations, surely one thing must remain sacred, right? Volleyball, the basic principles of which are relatively simple - get the ball in the air, hit it, score a point. He may not have a court, a net, or a team to play with, but he can throw the ball up himself and feel the familiar, satisfying sting of a spike when his hand makes contact with the ball, right? Small comforts - no problem!

[That is, when gravity is working properly.

[Catch Iwaizumi positioned outside of the Merlaut Apartments, setting the ball high into the air and then repeatedly bringing his hand down to meet absolutely nothing. Why? Because half the time the ball falls at a normal speed, half the time the ball soars to the ground faster than a lead weight, and half the time the goddamn thing just floats there like a balloon in front of him. Missed swing after missed swing - it’s no wonder the poor ace is getting frustrated. One too many misses, and you’ll hear him let out a loud:] Goddammit!

[Next he’s grabbing the ball with both hands, gripping it so tightly it looks like he may crush the poor thing, and then attempting to slam it into the ground with both hands— only to watch it bounce lightly up into the air and hover in front of him again.] Arghhhhhh! BULLSHIT!

[Someone needs to come ask this poor guy to take a break or something - he’s starting to cause a scene!]

[fluffyharpy]

[Lysandra had heard the cursing and came to see just who was doing said cursing and why. Watching from just outside her apartment's door she watched for a moment then couldn't hep herself but to laugh a little at The oddity of Iwaizumi's volleyball and his anger at it.]

Are you alright down? [She called while waving her taloned hand.]

[bluecastleace]

[Iwaizumi whips around to glare at the woman, having snatched the volleyball out of the air and into his hands again.]

DO I LOOK ALRIGHT TO YOU?

[Sorry, Lysandra - he is clearly in a whole mood right now.]

[fluffyharpy]

[She giggled a little but soon stifled herself once more to show some actual empathy.]

I imagine not. Is there anything I can do to help?

[bluecastleace]

[Well, that small show of empathy is enough to snap Iwaizumi out of his blind rage, anyway. He really shouldn’t be an asshole to some random—-

[...bird...lady? He’s staring a bit blankly at her now.]

Are those wings?

[When is he gonna start getting used to all the weirdos walking around this place?]

[fluffyharpy]

[Lysandra sighed a little, but she really should have been used to this by now. There were stranger looking beings here, robots, giant turtle dragons, and more. But maybe it was because she looked far closer to a mainline human then the rest that made her stand out.]

Yes they are.

[bluecastleace]

Right. [Should he even question it any further than that? Would that be rude? Does he care? It’s true - she’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen here by a long shot, but.

[Well, he should probably at least know what she is in case...that’s something he should know (so he’s curious - sue him!)?]

I’m guessing you’re not a human then, right?

[fluffyharpy]

[The bird girl winced just a little at the comment. People like her had been the subject of such comments for almost 6 decades, and it showed on her face. But this person clearly didn't know any better, thus a bit of education was in order.]

I actually am. It is a bit complicated, but where and when I'm from humans are subdivided into several dozen categories each with different animal-like feature.

[bluecastleace]

[...

[Okay, so not a normal human then - but he can’t say that.]

Right, well. I’m fine. Thanks for checking in.

[He actually is a bit calmer now. Thanks for the distraction? He does glare again at the volleyball in his hands though, then quickly stuffs it back into his gym bag. Maybe he should wait to try again until he doesn’t have an audience - or when gravity is working properly.]

You have any idea what’s going on with the air around this place? I’ve never had a ball act like that in my life.

[psychokinesia]

[Just when Iwaizumi's fit is reaching its peak, a window on the apartment building's second floor cracks open. Here's Add, sticking his whole upper body through the window to give this newcomer some encouraging words.]

Hey, dumbass! Shut the fuck up! How am I supposed to get any work done while you're screaming like a goddamn harpy down there, huh? What's your fucking problem?!

[bluecastleace]

[What’s this? Iwa very slowly cranes his head up to see who is berating him from above, appears to be calm for a moment, and then, of course, starts yelling more (is it just to spite you, Add?).]

YOU WANNA COME DOWN HERE AND SAY IT TO MY FACE, ASSHOLE?!

[psychokinesia]

[Somehow, Add finds the energy to get even more riled up over this petty, mild annoyance. He now has one leg up on the windowsill like he's going to literally jump down two stories just to punch this guy.]

AND WHAT IF I DID, HUH? YOU WANNA FUCKING GO?! A PIECE OF SHIT LIKE YOU WOULDN'T EVEN LAST FIVE SECONDS, SO DO YOURSELF A FAVOUR AND LEARN YOUR PLACE, TRASH!

[bluecastleace]

[No. No. He is not taking the bait. He is not doing this again! Especially with some crazy bastard who’s about to jump out of window at him???

[But trash? Trash???]

MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS. I AIN’T GOT TIME FOR YOU, ASSHOLE.

[Lord, please do not get in another fight. Please.]

[psychokinesia]

OH? WHAT'S THAT? SOUNDS LIKE A PISS-POOR EXCUSE TO BE A LITTLE BITCH.

EITHER PUT UP OR SHUT UP BEFORE I DECIDE FOR YOU! THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN DOING DOWN THERE, ANYWAY?

[bluecastleace]

I SAID MIND YOUR BUSINESS!

[Now they’re just shouting at each other.]

I’M TRYING TO HIT THE GODDAMN BALL, WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE?

[psychokinesia]

[Well, how else are they supposed to hear each other?? it's not like Add is going to walk down there like a normal person...]

SERIOUSLY? THAT'S IT? WHAT, ARE YOUR ARMS BROKEN OR SOMETHING, HOW FUCKING HARD COULD THAT BE?

[bluecastleace]

[Iwaizumi leaps onto the side of the building and begins scaling it like a spider.]

MY ARMS ARE FINE! IT’S GRAVITY THAT’S BROKEN, YOU FUCK!

[He tosses the ball up in the air to demonstrate, fully expecting it to either fling itself to the ground or float above him, but instead it falls at an entirely normal speed, making him look like an idiot.]

WHAT THE—- YOU’VE GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!

[obsessiveness]

[ iwaizumi shouldn't really practice volleyball while gravity's being so fucky, but also he shouldn't even do stuff like that near the apartments where windows can be broken, and heck, some people don't want to be disturbed with all the dribbling and yelling.

like this guy right here. a window slides open, and out pops izumi's head, scowling at the source of the damn noise below. ]

Oi! Can you fucking keep it down?! People are trying to go to sleep here!

[ why is he still sleeping anyway ]

[bluecastleace]

[He should be sorry. Maybe he would be if he weren’t lost in the heat of his frustration. As it is, he simply cranes his head up and shouts:]

MIND YOUR BUSINESS!

I LOST THIS IN MY INBOX gomen

[obsessiveness]

[ oh. oh. so this is how it's going to down, huh?

well, it's a good thing that gravity is a little fucked up right now, because izumi's going to slide open the window completely, and leaps out of it. if he stops perceiving gravity, he should be able to float gently down to the ground, and he does so with an elegant poise of a model.

with a demonic look on his face, that is. ]

Oi, shithead. I asked nicely, didn't I? Did you forget your manners when coming here or am I going to knock it back into your skull?

[ uh oh ]

1/2

[bluecastleace]

[IS THAT MOTHERFUCKER ABOUT TO JUMP OUT OF A GODDAMN WINDO—-]

2/2

[bluecastleace]

[Oh, so gravity discrepancies don’t just apply to volleyballs. Hm.]

Urghhh! [A growl of frustration, but—-] Look pal, I ain’t lookin’ to go kicking anyone’s ass over some goddamn stupid ball today, alright?!

Just leave me alone and go back to bed!

[obsessiveness]

[ eh, a couple of students from his school back home used to jump off second-story windows with barely a scratch on them, so izumi can easily pull it off. besides, with the literal hell he went through a while back, he can no longer be scared of doing that anymore. ]

Yeah, well, too late for that. If you weren't screaming your whiny ass off, I wouldn't be here.

[ he coolly raises an eyebrow at the floating volleyball, kicking it up with his foot and tossing it back to iwaizumi. ]

Volleyball, huh. You in a club like that back home, or something?

[bluecastleace]

[Whiny? The ass-kicking is getting really tempting here, Izumi! But Iwaizumi has already had one show-stopping physical altercation since coming here so far, and he’s really, really not looking to deal with that kind of attention again anytime soon. Izumi is being calm now, so he will be calm! Be calm, be calm.]

Yeah, what of it?

[Be CALM, Iwaizumi! He huffs, takes the volleyball and walks a few feet away to where his gym bag is sitting on the ground, stuffs it in. His uniform would make the answer to that question obvious if it weren’t for the track pants and jacket he’s wearing over it - they do proudly boast his high school’s name though - Aoba Johsai.]

Doesn’t matter. [Yeah, yeah. Bitter new guy - we get it.]

[obsessiveness]

[ aoba johsai... izumi does know an "aoba" from back home, but other than that, the name of the school does not ring a bell. then again, yumenosaki academy was a world of its own, and most idols like him don't really pay attention to normal schools anyway.

jeez, that's uneventful. he went all the way here to give this guy an earful, and now he's actually just... shutting up? that's usually a good thing, but - ]

What, you're giving up now? I didn't tell you to stop practicing, for one. I used to be vice-captain of the tennis club at my school, so I kinda get it.

[ kind of. ]