( they could very well be from the same or a similar world, though if johnny didn't know anything about cursed spirits, it was likely a different one. sorcerers using cursed energy to combat them and protect the common man from preying upon them was their primary function, after all. might be worth asking later... )
An "art"... I suppose so. It's something I technically go to school for, though it's pretty rare for a person to have the potential to become a jujutsu sorcerer. ( that makes both the school in tokyo and the one in kyoto scout pretty aggressively for those with that potential (though, in recent years, they'd very nearly put two of those individuals to death rather than teach them). ) My class only had three other people in it, besides me.
( and if johnny met or knows inumaki toge, he officially knows fifty percent of yuuta's class!
both yuuta and rika react at johnny's offhanded judgment; yuuta goes rigid, and then he tries to diffuse his own tension by laughing, though its obvious enough that it's a forced and nervous sort of sound. rika, on the other hand, becomes visibly angry. a flinch, an anime popping vein symbol, and a low, aggravated growl (which, weirdly enough, sounds like that of a young girl despite some aural fluctuation). she even starts to lean further out of her rift in space before yuuta lifts a hand to her face to hold her back. she relents, for now. )
Hi, Tusk. ( yuuta gives a small wave, and rika, seemingly fit to ignore the strange, pink spirit, forces a huge hand through another rift nearby to threateningly point a dark, cracked fingernail at johnny before disappearing entirely. yuuta sighs, his shoulders slumping; in addition to the mental toll mediating interactions with her can be, it's also a drain on his cursed energy to keep her manifested for too long without her ring to stabilize it. )
That's silly. ( he addresses johnny's last statement with a bright smile. ) We were already allies, Johnny. We're friends, aren't we? But I'm happy you told me about this. ( especially since... it seemed like it meant something to him? it's less of a ritual for sorcerers to tell one another about their abilities. actually, by the law of binding vows, revealing one's hand actually makes their techniques stronger... ) Both Rika and I will help you out however we can. Though - ( and here he places his hands together in front of him, an image of pleading. ) - please don't be too rude to her. There's only so much I can do to calm her down...
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( they could very well be from the same or a similar world, though if johnny didn't know anything about cursed spirits, it was likely a different one. sorcerers using cursed energy to combat them and protect the common man from preying upon them was their primary function, after all. might be worth asking later... )
An "art"... I suppose so. It's something I technically go to school for, though it's pretty rare for a person to have the potential to become a jujutsu sorcerer. ( that makes both the school in tokyo and the one in kyoto scout pretty aggressively for those with that potential (though, in recent years, they'd very nearly put two of those individuals to death rather than teach them). ) My class only had three other people in it, besides me.
( and if johnny met or knows inumaki toge, he officially knows fifty percent of yuuta's class!
both yuuta and rika react at johnny's offhanded judgment; yuuta goes rigid, and then he tries to diffuse his own tension by laughing, though its obvious enough that it's a forced and nervous sort of sound. rika, on the other hand, becomes visibly angry. a flinch, an anime popping vein symbol, and a low, aggravated growl (which, weirdly enough, sounds like that of a young girl despite some aural fluctuation). she even starts to lean further out of her rift in space before yuuta lifts a hand to her face to hold her back. she relents, for now. )
Hi, Tusk. ( yuuta gives a small wave, and rika, seemingly fit to ignore the strange, pink spirit, forces a huge hand through another rift nearby to threateningly point a dark, cracked fingernail at johnny before disappearing entirely. yuuta sighs, his shoulders slumping; in addition to the mental toll mediating interactions with her can be, it's also a drain on his cursed energy to keep her manifested for too long without her ring to stabilize it. )
That's silly. ( he addresses johnny's last statement with a bright smile. ) We were already allies, Johnny. We're friends, aren't we? But I'm happy you told me about this. ( especially since... it seemed like it meant something to him? it's less of a ritual for sorcerers to tell one another about their abilities. actually, by the law of binding vows, revealing one's hand actually makes their techniques stronger... ) Both Rika and I will help you out however we can. Though - ( and here he places his hands together in front of him, an image of pleading. ) - please don't be too rude to her. There's only so much I can do to calm her down...