Weep little lion man

[doctor_dragoon]

Characters: Okumura Yukio and ANYONE
When: Meh, why not today.
Where: A little ways off from the apartment building
Rating: PG, probably?
Summary: Yukio's been having a hard time, and he's looking for some alone time. You're not going to let him get away with that, are you?



It had been days since he'd confirmed the disappearance of Fujimoto Shiro. More than a week, actually. Probably more. It was difficult to keep track of the days in Nesreca, where each twenty-four hour perioud was composed just of eating (when Rin reminded him), sleeping (when he was very, very lucky), and constantly foraging for supplies that rarely appeared. But he had to do something to keep himself busy.

It had been easier at home, the loss of his father. He had his job teaching to distract him, his missions, the pain less acute with all the distractions their world provided... but all he had here was Rin and the constant reminder that they were, once again, on their own.

He'd settled himself a ways from the apartment building, loading one of his gun with practiced, almost automatic motions. There would be no danger of ricochet. Not here, not now.

Gunfire rang out shortly after, the loud cracks permeating the air at even intervals as smears of white powder from his specially prepared blanks peppered the nearby concrete wall. It was theraputic, and he was long overdue for some proper target practice.

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[azrthmtrnznthos.livejournal.com]

Progress, and that smile was more...genuine than the others he'd been giving, considering she was sure now something was bothering him. Given how her own emotions could be, and how withdrawn she had to be to control them, she wasn't going to push. It was part of why she was making herself available as silent company. Trying to help him relax a bit, be productive.

At least he didn't seem unstable, from what she could read.

Instead she continued to let her dark-energy form targets. Eyes glowing gently, as she varied the size, the positions. Moving them, manipulating them to let him practice more; something she'd done occasionally for Robin or Starfire, during training sessions back home.

[doctor_dragoon]

It became obvious very quickly that the exorcist was wasted on the simple practice he'd been engaged in before. Every round struck a target, the shots clean, quick, and seemingly effortless. He would never say so himself, but Yukio was very, very good.

It was... helpful. To see that there was support available without having to take advantage of it. Yukio had been coping with things (with everything) on his own for a very long time. He didn't want help, had convince himself that he didn't need it... but that didn't mean that the silent gesture wasn't appreciated.

[azrthmtrnznthos.livejournal.com]

Raven could recognize skill when she saw it, and she rose to the challenge in her difficulty of providing targets. Controlled and skilled in her own way, manipulating her dark energy with ease. A form of bonding, almost--just making herself available for company, and silently acknowledging that if he wanted someone to chat with, she was there. She got it; being a loner herself, and withdrawn and quiet.

[doctor_dragoon]

Even with the skill-level raised, Yukio hit every target without fail, even going so far as to make a request.

"Would it be possible to make them go faster?"

[azrthmtrnznthos.livejournal.com]

The request was easily accommodated, Raven manipulating the dark energy to go faster. More targets still, faster and in more complicated configurations. Taking a chance, Raven smiled slightly; before having some of them move closer, start to almost swoop in and stoop in mock-attacks, giving him something more to think about.

[doctor_dragoon]

Not phased by the shift in tactics, Yukio jumped back automatically, his coat fluttering almost protectively around him. He moved to and fro with the targets, still firing with both hands as he ran.

Now this was more like the training back home.

[azrthmtrnznthos.livejournal.com]

At the edge of her Empathy, considering Raven was only keeping it passively-active, she could feel Okumura-san relaxing subtly. Very subtly, as he was focusing on the task at hand, and enjoying himself with the challenge she was providing. Whether he decided to confide or not, Raven was glad he was relaxing at least.

So she kept up with her tactics. Providing him challenges as the dark energy discs came faster, in more difficult clusters, some of them swooping in to try and attack him or trip him up. Not unlike some of what she'd done with training back home, except that no one was attacking her in turn.

[doctor_dragoon]

Yukio continued to evade, mind fully focused on the task at hand. It was a very welcome distraction, but though his shooting was top-notch, it was obvious that he wasn't the most physical of fighters. He tripped up here and there, holding back fire so that he could regain his balance before darting over the rubble again.

He was a little slow on his feet (he'd been told that more than once), but it was to be expected of someone who'd spent so much time focusing on other skills.

[azrthmtrnznthos.livejournal.com]

The titans were a varied mix, really--each with different talents and strengths and weaknesses. She wasn't going to discount obvious skill simply because he wasn't a physical fighter. Nor did it mean he likely couldn't defend himself anyways, if he had to, without his guns.

Really, it made Raven smile--as his mind was clearly focused. He seemed to be...not as upset, or at least relaxing somewhat and working through whatever was upsetting him. It wouldn't fix it all, but it would help--and it was a start.