016- Just a bit of dangerous fun

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack is standing by himself on one of the more secluded parts of the Plane. He has a small dagger in his hand, and without hesitation he throws it up in the air,  watching it spin for a few seconds before catching it by the hilt as it comes back down. He does this a few times, then pulls out another dagger, throwing that up as well. A few moments later he adds a third, and soon after a fourth.

He keeps that up for a few a little over a minute, focusing on the daggers and nothing else.

Then he makes a mistake, loosing his focus on one particular dagger for a second too long. It falls blade down and goes right through his hand, only stopping when the hilt is pressed against his palm. The rest clatter to the floor around him and he winces, the type of reaction that one normally associates with brushing against a hot stove rather than having  a blade pierce the middle of your palm.

Rather calmly, he pulls it out, shaking off the blood distractedly as he watches his hand. It's covered in blood, slowly dripping and making a pool besides his feet. Soon enough, however, the wound repairs itself and he's left with nothing but a bloody hand]

Comments

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

You could have bought some. Instead of... [Glances to the knives. :|]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Why? I had these lying around. [Yes Ryotarou, Jack's whole argument is that daggers are convenient]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Isn't... even going to get into the 'It still hurts anyway' argument. Just... isn't.] Are they all balanced?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Wise choice, seriously] As far as I could tell.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

But, you aren't sure? Could that have been why you dropped one?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Could also be that I'm a bit out of practice. Haven't done this in a while.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

... How long is a while?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

A few years...

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

A 'few'?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Half shrug goes here]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

How many is 'a few'? [Considering Jack's age is in like... the quadruple digits, he's imagining decades or something here.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

A lot longer than most people have been alive? [He's pretty close, actually]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[... of course he is.] Then can you be certain you even remember how to do it properly anymore?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Probably not.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

So maybe you should try using balls next time? At least... you wouldn't be worrying anyone with those.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

That's why I came here. I didn't expect anybody to be so far from the usual crowd.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Slight, acknowledging headtilt.] That makes sense...

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Just my luck, huh?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Or maybe that's what rubbed off from me when we switched back?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Rubbed off?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Mhmm. Like... how I've been doing this a lot lately, without really realizing it. [Puts his hands on his hips the way Jack does.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[And at that, quite without meaning to, Jack tilts his head slight, Ryotarou-style]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[... stares.] Or maybe.. that's what you got.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[When Jack notices what hes doing, he slowly goes back to his usual posture] ...right.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Mm... At least it wasn't some of my luck?