#toshyagii

[aevumisles]

Without prior reserve, I’d like to app Toshinori Yagi (a.k.a. All Might) from My Hero Academia. My app can be found under /app or the first tab under nav!

You feel stillness and motion pressing upon you from all sides. From this, you are stirred, and spurred by your awakening, you step from the long quiet.

You, TOSHINORI YAGI, find yourself standing before the Temporal Tower, in a garden seemingly tucked away from the seasons of time. Still, people flock here beneath the borealis that lights the sky above, here to greet you. A Guardian approaches.

Hello…. Echo. Well don’t look so confused, everything is exactly as it was made to be in preparation for your arrival. I would know. Yada yada yada, we hope you enjoy your stay… don’t break anything.

You receive the following:

A House Key. Emblazoned upon it is: 203, Seaside Province

A Standard Issue Phone. It lights up when it manifests in your hand.

A Superhero Action Figure, of a very popular comic book hero found in Arcanus Isle. The figure speaks encouraging phrases, and is highly poseable! The guardian hands the item to you, saying that on the plus side, you won't be able to break its stuff in this form.

Welcome to the Aevum Isles.

— 🏵️ Creo

[dragonhcrt]

"Toshinori," he says with a nod. Marcellus was about friendly and casualness as long as it was a mutual agreement. Now, when Mr. Yagi lowers himself and his attention is on Wynter, the cat-like dragon steps back, but not completely. He trills, head tilting to the side and then to the other side,

"Yes. He's my friend. Family if you will. His name is Wynter."

「私が来た!」– The handshake was firm but not at all unpleasant. The friendly smile was returned in king and he nodded slightly in response to what was said. "Please, call me Toshinori. Mr. Yagi if you really prefer."

However, he was retired and despite professionalism he didn't see much of a point in being quite so professional - then again, he had always leaned a bit more towards casual and friendly. After all, much of his job had always relied on that.

Blue eyes went once more to the little creature on the ground who had been sniffling at his scarf. He raised a hand slightly in a slight wave. He placed his hands on his thighs, bending down slightly towards the little dragon-like thing.

Toshinori glanced at Marcellus. Politely, he asked, "And who is this? A companion of yours?"

[mischiefmodig]

answer & tag 10 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with!

Favorite colour/shade: I like the range of peach to yellow! But I do like a good teal now and again

Last song listened to: I've been obsessed with Wander. Wonder by the Arcadian Wild, but high key i listen to a lot of songs all of the time so ( my current playlist addiction is for a muse I wanna bring to aevum soon )

Last film watched: err - Secret of the Wings, a Tinkerbell movie

Currently reading: Nothing <v< but want to get into reading tbh

Currently craving: Chinese/Sushi always

Currently watching: A bunch of youtube and shorts, i like watching Legundo and his Minecraft videos, but generally add go brr

Coffee or tea: Coffee! Tea is growing on me tho. I had a Honey and Hibiscus tea that I liked, and I looooove Boba Milk Tea

Tagged by: @magnusmodig

Tagging: @angelictragedy, @ttauriwanderer, @toshyagii, @medicaduceus, @chenshixianyou, @dancingxflames, @ anyone else who'd like to!! ^^

[bluestringpuppeteer]

What Kind Of Tragedy Are You?

wrong place, wrong time

it shouldn’t have been you. oh my love, you should have lived. if only. if only you had made a right instead of a left. if only your friend hadn’t had so much to drink. if only it hadn’t rained last night. then everything would be fine. a butterfly could have flapped its wings at another time and you would have have been fine. safety was so close, and yet so far. but alas, the stars just had to align.

tagged by: @mischiefmodig

tagging: @hypnoticallycaucasian @fangsanddaggers @toshyagii @chenshixianyou @clxscdeyes

[enduringdevotion]

Students? Must have been a professor at some big fancy school then, not some hero or villain. Still, he suspects both. No professor walks and talks like that man does, not in Nico's experience at least. It's a person of power, a position of confidence and assurance, someone who tries to be one you can rely on.

Like his 'mom'.

He jolts from his thoughts as the other moved to catch up, eyes flicking up to the tall string bean. There it was, that spark up from the man fighting unheard demons, more evidence he was something bigger than just a professor. Just like Nicholas was more than just a monster.

He blinks, a little taken aback before chuckling. Maybe he talked too much again and the other god lost, but he shrugs the metal on his shoulder.

"Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Turning thirty in the new year, married with a pup and just trying to be better than the monsters that made me. And yourself? I'd rather not disrespect you all the time by calling you bean stalk." He would still call the other nicknames, it's his thing. A sign he cares and decided you're part of his pack.

It's a black cat kind of energy, so he was told.

「私が来た!」– The blonde man listened quietly as the young man spoke and explained, saying things that were beyond the years that Toshinori assumed he had.

"I may not know your situation before coming here, however, those are certainly wise words, young man." Where he had come from though... In his case at least... "But I'm afraid that my situation is perhaps more complicated than simply losing a power or an item or two. I....left behind many young students who may still need guidance."

Of course, he wasn't the only person who came here from a complicated situation. Toshinori knew that. Even so...

His brows furrowed as he spoke, grip tightening slightly more on the axe and his knuckles creaking. Frustration clouded the frail-looking mans face. A grimace formed on his lips.

Stain's words replayed back to him in his head - 'The man known as All Might knew no other way to live his life than dedicating every fiber of his being to others. No matter how undignified the struggle, we must continue the work he started so long as we draw breath.'

Aizawa had said it himself, as well - 'You're a workaholic. You held up this country almost single-handedly for decades, it has to be hard coming down from that sort of high. There's still something you can do, though. You can continue living here. Enjoy your life. A lot of people will be spurred on just by that."

But even so... he felt as though he had fallen somehow. Crashed down from on high to... what?

What was he now? Struggling in the mud and dirt to chase after the boy who once chased after him. That young man who had already long outgrown him.

As for taking that chance to figure himself out and learn his new place or purpose - It still felt hollow. It had only been eight months since he had lost One for All. In that time the entire world fell apart. The moment he ceased his Hero activities everything had snapped and frayed.

Toshinori felt his lips tremble as he thought about it. But he steeled himself. He drew himself up somewhat straighter. Taller. Right. Frustration and self pity would get him nowhere. He had to keep moving forward. Even if it wasn't an ideal situation, he would make a living here for the time being.

...He would do what he could for now. Just as that boy had always done.

Toshinori watched the black haired young man go on ahead while he simply stood there. Long strides got him caught up to the younger man quickly. Blue eyes were set ahead.

"Yes. I suppose that we should find a log..." He trailed off slightly, glancing over. "Apologies, I'm afraid that I wasn't given your name, young man."

[angelictragedy]

It seems something the flat autistic Plant said touched a nerve. The man sat down, but Nai didn't feel... Good about it. He sighs, moving to sit next to the spindly male, letting Gato do as she pleased, which meant clambering over his body and resting her chin on his chest to ground him.

"I used to be blonde. Well, platinum humans call it." It's quiet, sudden, eyes blindly staring as he pets the critter, who looked at him like he hung the moon for her. "The black is a sign I'm dying. When the blonde is gone, I will hit what my species knows as a Final Run. It's violent, it's brutal and I've done it before I was brought here." Simple, soft, to the point.

"Truthfully, I killed myself. Desperate to make amends for the sins of my madness and fear. I thought, if I just left a gift of life, a little tree and slipped into the endless sands to explode, I'd make amends." Finally, he looked to the other.

"All I ended up doing was abandoning my brother again." Open understanding, care shone in his eyes, for a man he didn't know, for a human he'd have once just put out of his misery.

"I don't know you, nor do I understand your suffering, not truly. But every day my head spins, my skull throbs and aches, my limbs itch and feel like they're on fire if I push myself just that little bit too far, be it physically or emotionally." Gato shifts, whining deeply, now gaining his attention and a sweet tired smile. "I got Gato, who's been trained to notice these lapses and help ground me in the present. To remind me why I'm living rather than fall back in that 'I must repent and die' mindset." Granted, Legato's simple presence, a message from him, his scent lingering on his clothes, all of it was usually enough these days.

Gato was truly just an extension of him when he's busy.

"I speak not to diminish your suffering nor to treat you like you are unaware of your pain. Simply that, pain isn't normal. You should try to live life like your loved ones are always watching you, cheering you on and ready to catch you." He stops, noticing he's once again doing that thing where he talks out of place.

He guides Gato off, slipping to his feet, ignoring the way shoulders and spine cracks and twinges, a feather slipping to the bench as he moves to leave.

"Remember, even when you don't think they do, people love you. I'd wager people look up to you like they have me for guidance in a world that terrifies them." Lips curl in a soft smile. "Take care of yourself sir, the world is all the better with you in it." He finally takes his chance to leave, Gato looking back a few times before trotting to keep up with the strange man who moved much like a corpse refusing to die.

「私が来た!」– Another perhaps brazen thing to say - though nothing he hadn't heard behind his back. He reeked of death...

"...expiring brutally." - He had heard that before. - "If you keep going like this, you'll meet an unspeakably gruesome death."

If that was what Nighteye had seen... then so be it... That was how he had lived his life for the last six years, awaiting that finish line.

Absentmindedly, Toshinori rubbed over the wound at his side as the dog walking man continued to speak. Before he could get a word out, another cough bubbled in his throat. He raised a fist to his lips, allowing it to pass, eyes quickly glancing down just to make sure he had not coughed anything up this time.

Toshinori wished that he could assume that form that had given so many hope (the one that had, more or less, shielded him from others worry for so long), even if it might not do anything for anybody here, but he couldn't. Not to mention that he could see the resolve on the other man's face.

He wanted to say that he would be fine and that the man had no need to worry, but he could feel it. Taking a seat, even just for a moment, would be for the best. There was a thin sheen of sweat forming over his face from pain. His side was screaming at him and the tickle in his throat was growing worse.

So he yielded.

"Ah... I suppose that you're right... Sitting could do me some good." There was a bench close by, thankfully. Though the blond was quick to say, "Thank you for the concern, young man, but I will be all right. Please, continue walking your dog."

[magiccuco]

٠ ࣪⭑ Cucumber was swinging his feet idly, doing everything in his power to make sure that this plant wouldn't fall over. Granted, that wouldn't be a terribly difficult feat considering the weight.

However, he also had to consider others around him potentially bumping into it and ruining the appearance. It was already in bad enough shape as it was.

While he was considering how he was going to complete the job (and get home on time before dark so Byleth wouldn't worry about him) his thoughts were interrupted by the man. He looked up at him with a curious, searching expression.

" Y-yeah! I work at Petal Nooks. I-it's a flower shop in the Clearview District. " Which normally meant deliveries weren't too far away for him. But this one was an exception. It would be fine if it wasn't so heavy ... and one of the wheels of the cart hadn't been broken.

" I-it's for a nice lady named Miss Thompson. She's a regular of the shop, but can't come by herself cause her car isn't working. " So he had volunteered to bring it down. He just wanted to be helpful, really. And she made really good peanut butter cookies.

" I-I don't normally do stuff like this. Mostly inventory checks and things like that. "

「私が来た!」– A job, hm? The child appeared young for that, but then again, perhaps the boy had some sort of power which made him appear younger than he truly was. Either way, watching him sweat as he tried to move the mass of buds and leaves.

"It really wouldn't be any trouble at all..."

The boy dragged the pot closer, the terracotta scraping across the floor.

The insistence was soft and he wouldn't push, although he would like to assist if the boy would allow it. However, there seemed to be no persuading him as the child finally settled onto the seat with the large flowerpot in front of him.

Toshinori decided to keep watch instead. At the very least, the boy seemed to have mostly gotten the pot out of people's ways.

Carefully the blond squatted down to retrieve his cup as the doors finally closed. He took his seat again, crossing one leg over the other and resting the warm composable cup against a leg, his grip firm. There was a low creak as the tram began to move once more, the next destination scrolling over several digital signs posted around near the ceiling, a voice also chiming over a loudspeaker on either end of the car.

For a moment there was relative quiet, the car somewhat hushed as people simply sat or were preoccupied with their phones. A few others talked quietly.

Toshinori took another glance at the boy. Then, with his cup half-raised to his lips, he paused a moment and cleared his throat slightly. He knew it wasn't really his business - "Forgive me, young man, but are you delivering these somewhere for a job?"

He gestured to the massive pot of flowers. It was an obvious questions with a perhaps obvious answer, but it was the best way that the man could think of to open up a conversation with the boy next to him. He really did seem quite young. Maybe a local, perhaps an Echo like himself.

[chaoticclaybomber]

"Hmm. Then yeah, there's some stuff on the other aisle that might help, un." He turns and heads to the next aisle over, scanning the medicine available with a small frown and a focused look. To be honest, he wasn't sure what the pain medicine looked like himself. It wasn't as though he used them either.

"What kind of injury can't be fixed with healing abilities, yeah? Not that I'm any kind of medic-nin, un. My partner was pretty good at it and so was Kakuzu, but I don't have the patience for it, un."

Not that, that doesn't look right... That one? No.

"Oh hey, I think this is something, yeah. For muscle aches, un. That sounds like it might work for you, un." Injuries did cause muscles to ache, maybe that would help? Don't look at him, he already said he's not a medic-nin!

「私が来た!」– Blue eyes caught the movement of the boy's hand as it rubbed an elbow although he neither commented upon it nor understood the meaning behind the small motion.

The next aisle over. That sounded good. Yet before he could say anything, the boy continued to speak.

There was somebody with a healing quirk here?

"Oh, no, I don't want to trouble anyone. It isn't really something that can be fixed by healing powers..." Not anymore, at least. He had re-injured the spot too many times for such a thing, he had been told. Recovery Girl had given him quite a few good lectures on that fact. Power of any sort had its limits and he had long since gone beyond what could be done for him.

He took a slightly deeper breath, standing up just a bit straighter, "I'm sure that something cheap will do just fine. It's just something I have to live with, young man."

The consequences, he supposed, of holding a grudge he perhaps hadn't even been aware that he'd held.

[dragonhcrt]

Marcellus is happy to hold his hand out to give a new friend a shake. He squeezes his hand in a good natured way and gives a pleasant and friendly smile!

"Marcellus Ivoryscale." The dragon chuckles and adds, "Most people just call me Marc." People had all sorts of nicknames they enjoyed giving him though. "Feel free to call me whatever you like. "

「私が来た!」– "Indeed." Toshinori laughed in a soft, good natured sort of manner as he straightened back up with the scarf now in hand. It was certainly one way to meet someone.

When the young man asked if the scarf had gotten dirtied, he waved a hand dismissively. "It's nothing that a wash can't fix."

Then he nodded slightly, apologetically, "My apologies for not watching where I was going." Draping the scarf over his left arm, he extended his right hand in formality. "Ah... my name is Toshinori Yagi."

[enduringdevotion]

Barely over twenty? He's nearly thirty, but he'd let the bean pole get away with calling him pretty for his age.

He listens to the man, hears the way he speaks, the way he praises him. It all feels weird, not disgusting like it might have from another blonde's mouth, but... Still strange for him to hear. Despite spending two years trying to be good, a third nearly in this place, it's so odd to think he's a good guy.

Ears picked up the clenching of muscles on the axe, the tints of an emotion... Shame? Sorrow? Regret? He wasn't good with emotions, only that the man was unhappy. Right, he must have come from a place with powers of some sort. It made sense now.

Why was he about to be the adult?

"This place..." He looks around, now searching his own mind. "It takes from you everything when you arrive. Your weapons, your tools, the things held dear to your heart." The cigarette box he'd spent hours carefully protecting among many other things.

"But it gives in that theft." He raises a hand to silence any arguing. "You came from a place where you had super powers, or something deemed 'abnormal' or 'inhuman' I take it. The shame, the way you move, it shows confidence and authority. But here no one knows who you are nor whatever you had, right?"

The man shoulders the cross, letting it swing off and land with a firm, three hundred pound THUD on the ground. It was clearly metal, something mechanical under the cloth even.

"I've been here nine months. Had nothing when I showed up, stripped down to being a human rather than an experiment." Fingers tap the cross lightly as he figures his words out.

"When you're so used to dancing on stone, it's strange to find yourself out on ice. You feel like a toddler learning to walk again, like everything is chaotic and doesn't make sense. You feel weak, pathetic, distressed, or even mad that people look at you and think 'oh look, it's a frail old man' or 'look it's a young man, he can't do much nor knows much'." Perhaps a little too on the nose for the very things that also upset him, but it was an attempt to connect.

That even being here near a year he felt like an outcast.

"But deep down, all you can think of is 'if only you knew me from my world'." Finally, he looks up at the gangly blonde, through the dark tint of his shades. "I don't know who you are, sir, for that I'm sorry. But now, people have a chance to meet you, not some title thrust upon you or earnt through hard work. You don't have to live up to any expectations here, no one will think lesser of you because you can't do what you did before, no one knows." Roberto knew, Nai knew, Legato knew, many knew, but the world didn't.

He picks the cross back up, letting it thump on his spine with the ease and comfort of practice. It's a symbol, the comfort of learning, of practicing being himself, something he hopes the man can see.

"Think of it less as 'I am a burden for I am not who I was' and rather... I dunno, see it as a chance for you to discover who you are. No expectations, no eyes staring at you thinking 'oh it's him, that guy that acts this way'." He smiles then, the first one in a long while, full of light and hope.

The first one since Xuanyu showed him the house after he killed Vash because he wasn't good enough.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm here helping even the most able bodied people get home safe. No one should enter these woods alone, so I shadow them to help if needed. Had you met me before arriving here, I'd have told you to fuck off and cry about it." He shrugs as he moves on ahead. "Things will return to you in time, what won't is your sense of self. I found out who Nicholas D. Wolfwood really was during the time where the experiment, the super soldier, wasn't with me." He huffs, knowing somewhere out there, Xuanyu is probably crying with joy at him.

"Now come on. If you want your wishes to come true in the fire, we need a good log according to the traditions of this place. So let's make sure we come back with the best one we like, no exceptions."

「私が来た!」– Toshinori glanced back at the young man who was following him. Well, he didn't blame the boy for being rather prickly - he supposed that he was being somewhat cold himself. Although he didn't mean to be.

It was still... an adjustment. That was the problem. He was still trying to adjust to all of it - to being, somehow, even more powerless than back home. To no longer having One for All in the way he had once held it. To being someone who needed to be protected.

It left him feeling frustrated and helpless.

The entirety of the interaction faded into silence for a long moment, only the crunch of the snow beneath their boots or shoes to accompany the search. However, finally, Toshinori stopped and turned, the lanky blonde looking down at the man who must have been barely over twenty.

"My apologies, young man. I wasn't my intention to come off so callously. I appreciate your concern and assistance. It is a noble thing to offer up yourself in service of protecting others." He paused for a moment, looking for the words. "I suppose that I'm just not used to relying on others..."

His grip on the axe handle tightened slightly. He knew how he looked, he understood how frail he seemed - how frail he could be. Forty-odd years... it was a hard thing to come down from. Aizawa had been right. There was a new reality that he had to accept and come to terms with.

[magiccuco]

٠ ࣪⭑ He perked up, relieved that the seat was indeed available so he could rest for the short trip. Though he was a little caught off guard by the offer of help. It wasn't uncommon for people to ask him if he needed help, but more often than not people just let him do his thing.

Cucumber looked up at the stranger ( his eyes widened by the way the man towered over him ), and gave a little smile.

" Uh- That's okay! " He bent down, dragging the pot across the ground closer to the available seat. " I've got it handled... b-but I appreciate the offer! " he was really sweating now. But it was close enough to where he felt comfortable with it, and climbed into the seat.

" I've got a job to do, and it wouldn't be fair to make you do work you didn't need to. " He had to earn his paychecks after all! Besides, the man was probably happily retired or something.

「私が来た!」– When a large bushes and flowers showed up in the doors, Toshinori only looked for a moment. Clearly the person behind it was struggling, a small trail of leaves in their wake as they wobbled and apologized. Though, before he could quite get up to assist as they bumped into others around them, a pair of rabbit ears perked up from behind the flower bush.

Then it was set down.

A child? - The boy looked quite disheveled and ruffled. Toshinori set down his cup of tea, gently placing it somewhat beneath his seat. Yet just as he was about to get up to assist, that young boy was already approaching him, leaves in his hair. He looked rather tired as well.

Then blond man smiled softly as the boy inquired about the seat next to him.

"No, there isn't anyone there. Please, go ahead." He stood up, his thin frame towering above the child as he moved aside slightly. Then he began to extend a hand before hesitating just slightly. His eyes flickered to the large pot with its expanse of leaves and flowers. "Can I help you with those flowers at all, young man?"

[dragonhcrt]

Marcellus laughs softly and nods once he's made sure the other is just as fine. "Thank you, I'm okay. What a way to meet someone, wouldn't you say?" And at the marketplace during the festivities nonetheless.

The cat-like dragon chirps and eventually lands back on the ground, his tail whips about.

"You didn't get the scarf dirtied, did you? It would be a shame if you had just purchased it." He had no issue getting another one if that were the case!

「私が来た!」– All that had happened was that Toshinori had dropped his newly bought scarf on the ground.

He was far more sturdy than he appeared. Particularly now more given how his appearance had waned over the years since his primary surgery. The tall blonde looked down at the man who had bumped into him. Saw the panic forming on the other's face.

He smiled as he extended a hand to help steady the other after the collision before stooping to pick up his scarf from the ground. Sunken blue eyes drifted slightly over to the creature that beat its wings nearby - something that must be native to the Isles, he thought.

"I'm just fine, young man, no harm done. Are you all right?"

[enduringdevotion]

Nicholas followed the man, eyes looking flat behind his shades. He moved with the large bundled up cross, following the elder. The wolf ducked under the branches, eyes trailing to sweep the area.

"Yeah, you and the last ten people I helped said the same thing." The voice is rough, clearly used heavily in the last twenty four hours, perhaps a lot of yelling, it was hard to tell.

Charcoal eyes watched the blonde, eyeing his thin, frail looking frame. He's been surprised by unsuspecting frames most of his life. The twin he knew regularly shattered his limbs, Meryl packed quite a punch, there was Elendira, a child that could pin you up like an insect at a museum...

"Look. They paid me to help people out. They looked at you and said you were next on my list. I'm just here as support to make sure you get home alive. If I'm not needed, I won't step in, deal?" He watched the way the man moved, a touch of a shamble, yet he's moving quite clear, with purpose.

He's lived a life of fighting, probably. Definitely not like Nicholas, but certainly holds an air of 'I know what I'm doing', one that isn't the arrogance of an elder, but rather a man who truly knows. Maybe he's making wild guesses, but something about the man, the way he speaks commands authority.

Nicholas hates it.

"I'm not paying your medical bill. I'll only step in if you look like you're gonna die. Outside that, this is all on you, pops." He slips a cigarette between his lips, lighting it lazily as he looks around, still in awe of snow.

「私が来た!」– The weight of the small axe felt strange in his hand. Not exactly something that Toshinori was used to. Sure, there were plenty of other things he had could have decided to do... but, quite simply, this had seemed rather fun. Although he had found himself with a companion - not that he minded much.

Yet his stubborn nature was getting in the way. He understood well enough that the boy was there for support, that there were certain beasts about the woods and fields, however...

"I assure you that I can hold my own, young man."

Toshinori carefully pulled a thin branch out of the way and ducked beneath as he walked the uneven terrain of the Aether Woodlands.

@enduringdevotion // Hearth's Rising - Yule Log Hunting

[chaoticclaybomber]

Who smiles all apologetically after being told you look dead? This guy apparently. Deidara has to tilt his head up to look at him; even hunched over he's quite a bit taller then the shinobi is, and he hums to acknowledge the statement. Absently, he rubs at his replaced right elbow, the ill-fitting skin always a source of discomfort he can usually ignore.

"Tsk. I'm fine, un. If you want general pain meds they're on the next aisle over, but if you need something stronger you'll have to go to a pharmacy or doctor or something, yeah. Maybe find someone with healing powers, un. You could look for Lilith, she can at least fix small things, but I don't know how strong her abilities are, yeah." And he... doesn't actually know where to find her either. That would be the hard part.

"This place just has cheap stuff, nothing that's going to help an old injury, yeah. You'll want something stronger, un."

「私が来た!」– Like death warmed over, hm?

The words were enough to stun the man for a moment, and, for that moment, all Toshinori did was blink. That was far from the worst he had ever heard, but typically it was all whispered behind his back. A smile broke over his face after a second, weary and almost apologetic.

Well… he supposed he could not fault the young man for being so blunt. Children really did seem to be quite brazen these days.

"Ah…. I'm just looking for pain medication is all. An old wound is acting up." He rubbed his side slightly, absentmindedly, to try and soothe the ache slightly with pressure. He moved on swiftly enough, looking down at the young man before him, "You're certain you're all right, young man?"

[angelictragedy]

The Plant watched the human, witnessed as he attempted to put on an act of being okay. The air of power once held now lost, a man of pride. He could understand, the loss of so much strength, the fear, the need to hide the frailness, the weakness.

He still sometimes feel like his hair is rotting.

The smile reminded him of his brother. His eye twitched as his flat face turned to a scowl. Truly a cat crawling away to die, how infuriating.

"You may not think it aids, but at least sit before you end up expiring brutally." He huffs, arms crossing as he stares the human down, wondering just why he's even bothering with the pathetic frame.

Because I see myself, only purer, somehow.

He wasn't sure how he could tell, but there was no inch of madness, no swarm of mistakes, not like Nai clinging to him, rotting him to the core in a way he can never heal from.

No, this man was likely a hero, or martyr of his world. Something of the sort. He'd get along well with Roberto, he thinks.

"Please, do not make me force you to rest. I've had enough problems arguing with my brother for a lifetime of lifetimes." He stared the human down, unnaturally blue eyes unyielding.

It wasn't a threat, it was a promise.

"You reek of death."

「私が来た!」– Once the coughing began, it was difficult to stop, every harsh hack making his side ache worse than it already did. His hand remained clamped tightly over his mouth the entire time even as blood stained his palm and fingers. 「Shit… I guess I pushed too far…」

Toshinori heard the bark, the whine of a dog. Blue eyes were watering slightly as he tried to get a grip on himself. To stop the fit. He was wheezing now, almost gasping for breath, but he had mostly swallowed it all back save for a few small, choking coughs. And he peeled his eyes open to see the herding dog (a Shepard, wasn't that right?), nudging at his leg. Sunken blue eyes glanced down as he finally moved his hand away from his mouth. They lingered briefly on the deep red staining his palm before glancing upwards again.

The master must be somewhere nearby. Honestly, Toshinori had half a mind to reach out and give the dog a little pat to assure it that he was fine, however - "Gato. Leave the human alone." There was the master. Sharp blues moved, resting on the approaching man for a moment as the dog reluctantly heeded the command.

He gave another small cough, and wiped at the blood on his chin with a thumb. Slowly he straightened up away from the tree. Pain stretched through his side, throbbed at his wound.

He grimaced slightly.

A handkerchief, pink in color, was pulled from one of his sweatpants pockets — it used to be white. — It was hardly as discreet as he might have liked, but he wiped his hand carefully with one side before slipping the handkerchief back into a pocket haphazardly. No need to let this man see the extent of things. Besides, perhaps he had gotten fortunate enough that — "You're injured. You need a doctor."

Ah… it would seem not…

So blunt, too.

Toshinori straightened up just a bit further as if that might convince the dog-walker otherwise and pulled on a weary sort of smile. He replied, his voice strained with the effort of keeping another fit contained, "Ah, thank you for your concern, but I'll be just fine. A doctor really isn't necessary. I am afraid that this isn't a problem they can help with."

His hand still held onto his left side, fingers digging into the cloth. As if pressure would ease the throbbing.

[dragonhcrt]

The smell is overwhelming and in a lovely way, really. Ah, Marcellus finds himself tempted to buy almost everything in every stall but restrains himself fairly well. Wynter decides to join him and floats beside his friend, chirping and chittering about.

"Maybe I can stop by and get some of those brea--Oof!" And maybe he should have looked where he was going. He hadn't seen the other move and in turn collided with the guy. He's almost half-panicked when he notices just how frail the guy looks, but surprisingly the blond hasn't fallen or worse.

"Oh! No no, that was entirely my fault. I was so glued to the stalls around I didn't see you! Are you okay?"

「私が来た!」– The Yestereve Harvest, huh?

There had been plenty of chatter about the holiday season and the festivities that went on throughout October all over the isles. Parties, meals shared between many, a small carnival, all kinds of other little events scattered here and there - plenty for the younger people (Echo's and proper denizens of the island alike) to occupy themselves with. Toshinori, for his part, had settled in quite nicely to window shopping and admiring the decor or nature of the turning trees.

The man wandered the market in the Merchant Town district, stopping at stalls to look at various trinkets, handmade items, and specialty honeys, breads, and food-related goods. Until he quite literally ran into someone as he walked.

Toshinori took a step back, though his form hardly wavered.

"My apologies."

@dragonhcrt // Yestereve Harvest