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Who: Jolyne and open (closed prompt for Jonathan)
When: Sometime in November, idk
Where: Various places. Some empty room, the quad, etc.
What: Hamon training! More stupid dancing garbage! Training! Really bad memories time!
Warnings: Jolyne is Jolyne, as always. CW: drugs on the D prompt.

A. Dancing

As per usual, Jolyne can be found pretty easily outside practicing her ridiculous dance moves. Anyone who has been paying attention is probably more than familiar with her nonsense at this point. The song and dance for the day is kind of a little raunchy in lyrics but less so in the moves. A weirder one for her, certainly, and not as bombastic and loud as her stuff normally is.

As usual, she can be grabbed after she's done and taking a water break. With Stone Free, as usual, chilling out not too far away.

B. Training

Jolyne is the easiest to always find in the Legionnaire Quarters, as always punching the absolute hell out of a punching bag, swimming in the pool despite the weather outside, or jogging.

However, this time she's also seen... lifting weights? Weird and new, but why not. It seems her weights range from smaller weights up to something that would almost never be seen on someone with her body type. She doesn't seem to be having a whole lot of issues with this whole thing, especially since those who are paying attention my notice the strings wrapped around her wrists and on the weights themselves.

What the hell is she even doing?

C. Garage

Mechanics club was kind of a come or go sort of thing, Jolyne not particularly caring if someone really wanted to get involved or not. It was a formality to keep up with the whole list of those in the club proper, since she'd only really done the club in the first place to get access to parts she wouldn't noramlly get a hold of. But she's pretty easily found in there, working on her bike that... at least has a basic skeleton going on for it.

In fact, she's found in clothing that isn't her normal. Instead it seems to be a white (or formally white, now stained with oil and the like) shirt that's rolled up to her elbows and a pair of jeans that are just as covered. And goddamned black boots. Her hair is out of its usual style and instead tied back in a simple ponytail.

Anyone that bothers to check on her will find her hard at work and focused on getting the engine on this thing fine tuned. Or maybe it's better to not interrupt her while she seems something other than irritated at the world.

D. Greenhouse, potential CW: drugs

It hadn't been her idea to plant these, not in the slightest, but she'd... kind of inherited this particularly hidden little plot. A small crop of marijuana and mushrooms. She didn't know shit about how mushrooms worked, so she'd sort of let them go a bit with the least heavy hand possible while instead working on the crop she was far more familiar with.

Despite the falling out, despite the way things went, she at least was going to try and keep something alive that she was left with. And, despite everything, she actually was doing a fairly good job at keeping them alive and somehow not being found out.

She wasn't using it, of course not, but it was something to do and see how everything turned out.

Though anyone passing by might hear some music playing in the background. Certainly not something to be growing plants to, right?

E. Hamon training (closed to Jonathan)

This was stupid, the whole idea was absolutely stupid. But her great x3 grandfather had promised to teach her this whole... hamon or whatever thing. And she'd been debating on going through with it or not, she didn't mind learning something new, necessarily. But if she learned this, wouldn't this make her more of a target for them to keep her around? Ugh.

Ultimately she's determined that she might as well see how this goes, if it's utter bullshit then she can leave. It's not like a bat can stop her, anyway. She's even been nice enough to keep Stone Free unsummoned for the time being.

But she's prompt and on time, if nothing else, slipping into this empty classroom and frowning as she leans against the now closed door.

"This better be worth my time, I could be doing literally anything else."

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This new dance thing? You.

[He thinks back.]

The guy built like a Greek statue. The assistant nurse. And a robot. ...You're the only one I told. They were just there when it happened the first time.

Oh, so just me. What an honor. [She is never not going to tease him about this shit, but at least she's the only one he's talked to about it. Not that she has a single idea what's going on.]

Guessin' it was some chaotic-ass random magic around them, then? Man, seriously, that wasn't remotely my intention when this all started. Like I said, all I have is this familiar shit.

[He snorts softly at her teasing, but the rest earns her a faintly curious look. Why is... Does she think he blames her? He's not sure how that would make sense, but okay.

He looks at his hand instead, as if he'd find anything different in the lines and scars there to explain away the change.]

No, I know that. Of course. It's not your fault my powers are like this. I think they might've started out this way when I was a kid, too, but I just... had less, at the time. After a while, it just... started being useful, so I didn't think about it anymore.

[Let her have this, she already feels like it's her fault to begin with. Even if it is just some weird accident that all of this happened. He wouldn't have been like that if she hadn't coaxed him into joining her, after all.]

... Is that connected to the whole going through things bit, too? [She's pretty sure the answer is yes, but the fact it's apparently multiple kinds of things absolutely intrigues her. Hell, anyone that has anything more versatile than her has her curiosity and almost envy at this point.]

Probably.

[Should he be concerned about how little he actually understands about his powers? Nah. It's fine.]

[Hm... She's quiet for a moment or two before she's moving for the door to exit this damn place now.]

It's just dancing, right? Because I'd rather not run the risk of getting electrocuted while fucking, just saying. [J O L Y N E, no.]

[It catches him so off-guard, Therion actually trips. Righting his balance with a horrified laugh, he answers:]

It's just dancing.

[...So far.

No, that's stupid. He does plenty of things besides practice the tricks of his trade, and nothing magical ever happened at any other time. He straightens his sleeves and follows her tiredly out.]

Think something would have happened already if it was going to.

[G o d, if there's one thing she does love, it's throwing people off their guard. So do excuse that bark of a laugh from her as she's glancing back just in time to see him trip.]

You sure about that? I mean, if there's other weird cosmetic-y effects or some shit, wouldn't mind, but it's kind of the attacking part that's a worry.

[Except it's her and lord knows it's actually kind of hard to touch her now that she's figured out better how to use her own abilities.

Details, really.]

Would be such a shame to have to stop due to something as little as that~

You don't have to worry. I'm not as new to that as I am to dance, so if I were going to suddenly develop sex magic, it would've been a while ago.

[...]

It'd probably be a lot more lucrative.

[You know, she really shouldn't be surprised. And yet she's also slightly disappointed he didn't end up with some weird kind of sex magic.

That would have been a damn story.]

Aaaaand now I'm disappointed that you didn't. Man, why can't anything fun ever be tied to that shit? You know, other than what people make up, I guess. [It's literally just you that thinks that way, Jolyne, but that's perfectly fine.]

Ouch. I'm not fun enough for you the way I am?

[To be perfectly clear, he's not bothered. It's just his turn to tease.]

Naaaah, that's not what I'm saying. I mean that sexual magic shit would probably make anything more fun in general. [He's not one of the ones she'd say bores her, so bonus points there? Perhaps.

But she can't help a bit of a grin.]

Takes a lot to bore me, but repetition might be one of 'em. Just saying. [NO.]

[He snickers. Around her, laughing's a little easier.]

Noted. I'll make sure to keep it creative.

[It's a nice comfortable sort of feeling, being able to be this ridiculous about something and it not being taken seriously. Or just this open, in general.

Weird, but she'll take it.]

That's all I ask for, really.

[Maybe she should change the subject just a tiiiiny bit, maybe.]

Backtracking for a second, what's the plan on figuring that shit out? Or, well, kinda plan, since it's still stupid new or whatever? [Back to business as usual.]

[Boo, business. He sighs and ruffles his hair a bit.]

Well... guess I'll keep practicing on my own. At least until I can make sure it only goes off when I want it to. After that, I'll figure out if there's any way to... make it less random.

[You know. Entirely by himself. As you do.]

[What, did he just want to talk sex all day? She could, but that's probably going to get old really quick.]

By yourself. Do you... really think that's a good idea when it's as random and unpredictable as it is? [She actually has a point for once and lord knows she's done enough stupid shit by herself to figure out Stone Free's garbage to know that she'd probably would have been better off with some sort of teacher.]

[The look he gives her is, for an instant, blank, like the idea of learning any other way didn't occur to him--or has maybe never occurred to him, ever, in his life. Then he tugs up his scarf a little.]

I've always been self-taught. Never caused me any problems before.

[Good lord, there really are more layers here than she ever could have expected. But it doesn't stop her, if that frown is anything to go by.]

Just because you're always self-taught doesn't mean it won't turn into an issue now or in the future. Hell, for my own shit I wish I had had someone there to explain what was going on instead of having to run head-first into everything and get my shit wrecked while doing so. [But that might just be here, she's not... too sure if this makes any sense to anyone else at this point.]

I just. I dunno. What if one of the random side-effects causes some real issue and you're out by yourself or something? [Nor is she sure why she's this concerned about it.]

[So what if something happens to him? That's been his whole life, and he knows, in the end, it'll be his whole death, too. He'll be alone, and something will happen, and that'll just be the end of it.

But Therion pulls his scarf up even further, all the way over the end of his nose, because he also remembers what disappearing felt like, how viscerally afraid he was that he might stop existing. What if that happens again, and he's alone?]

...Well. Would you want to be there, then?

[Like it's no big deal. Like he's not still half-hiding in his scarf and keeping his eyes trained ahead.]

Since you're already teaching me the dance half of it, anyway.

[Having what's essentially a death wish is way too familiar territory for her, knowing full well that she'll either die young doing something absolutely reckless or old and alone. No one to be attached to still around, no one that will give half a damn about her at that point. Hell, she'll probably be scrounging around just to keep alive that long with zero help to be found.

It's not the best of thoughts and thankfully his actions and words pull her out of her thoughts, blinking slowly at that question.

Man, she wasn't supposed to get remotely attached.]

Might as well, if it keeps you from dying out there somehow. [She might not be much help if he ends up in another plane or something, but everything else she can probably handle. The one good thing about taking up training with her great x3 grandfather, maybe there's some healing method to that she could figure out if it became an actual situation.

She absolutely doesn't have a bit of color to her cheeks or tips of her ears, of course not.]

...Yeah.

[Yup. Cool. This doesn't have to be so dramatic, with the blushing and the obvious averting of the gaze, it's not like he's formally putting his life in her hands or anything. It's just. You know. A sensible precaution. And he's got his uses to her, so the chances are pretty good she'll help him out if he messes himself up. It's fine.

After a long enough pause, he clears his throat.]

Who knows. Maybe you'll finally get to show off that upper body strength of yours one day and haul my ass back to Aube like a sack of potatoes.

[What an awkward situation that she doesn't understand how to deal with and thank god for an out in the whole thing.

Because, really, she can't help an actual laugh from that last bit. God, with everything that's been going on, she might actually have to haul his ass back to the dorms at some point or another.]

Too bad you'd probably be passed out or so out of it that it doesn't register, huh? What a damn shame. [At this point she might as well be a goddamned Amazonian, which is a ridiculous thought in and of itself, but not really wrong.]

But we'll see, just lemme know when you decide to start on this insane bullshit mission?

Sure. For you, I won't even schedule it for fuck o'clock at night.

[F...friendship, level up...?]

[Is... is this what friendship is supposed to be like????]

Aw, how sweet. Since I actually kind of keep to a routine, some fucking how. [Mostly yelling at the gym in the ass o'clock hours.]

[M...maybe?]

So maybe... after classes sometime? I don't really have any formal engagements, so. I can just come up and knock, see if you're busy. Doesn't have to be a huge deal.

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