[CLOSED] Celebration Time, COME ON!

[drakenguard]

Who: Yamato Hotsuin and Shura demifemme
Where: Taurus Ward
When: Night on the day of Shura's Tournament Match
Summary: Celebratory night out on one of Yamato's rare days off
Warnings: Taurus ward so...yes.

The sky was completely dark at this time in the early evening, and the temperature was dropping with each passing minute. Yamato was not in his usual long coat, but instead in a warm looking winter coat with a thick, pale coloured scarf topping the ensemble. His JP's uniform was mostly for show, not for warmth, and he didn't do too well in the cold.

He was standing on the edge of the Taurus Ward, looking as severe as usual. He was ten minutes early for his and Shura's meeting time, waiting beneath a tall looking street lamp. He didn't look impatient, and actually seemed to be lost in thought, gazing up at the dark sky with his arms crossed over his chest.

Hm, it was even starting to snow a little...

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[drakenguard]

Okay, Yamato's pride bristled a little. "I am able to maintain a jog at a steady pace for several miles," he sniffed.

Never mind that jog for him was probably 'fast powerwalk' to Shura...

[demifemme]

Well, it was better than nothing, right? "That's settled then! We should jog around the block so I can wind down." All this with the happiest smile Shura has had since coming to Hinoto-Ri.

[drakenguard]

That smile made Yamato feel like something bad was going to happen. "Yes, that sounds like a plan," he said cautiously, and gestured down the street leading into the Taurus ward. "You set the pace, then?"

Oh you're going to regret those words Yamato...

[demifemme]

"Thanks!" And off she was! Had Shura ever mentioned to Yamato she had been a regional tracks champion in long distance even before becoming a demon? Her pace was more than a little brisk. She had forgotten how, well, overpowered she was.

[drakenguard]

Oh yes, he definitely was going to regret this.

Yamato swiftly bolted after Shura, managing to match her pace even if it was clearly not a jog, but a borderline sprint for him. Yamato was incredibly stubborn however, so the only way he would willingly bow out of this little block run was if he collapsed in the middle of the road from a heart attack.

[demifemme]

Unfortunately(?) for him, Shura was having fun running like that, so it took several minutes before she glanced at him and asked the fatal question. "Am I going too fast?"

[drakenguard]

In retrospect running in a heavy coat and scarf was not the wisest of decisions - even more so when he was wearing knee high boots of all things. Oh dear god he felt like he was going to die, and it had only been a few minutes.

"N...no, fine," Yamato said shortly, speaking between quick, short breaths.

[demifemme]

Shura could definitely see, and most importantly hear, that she was going too fast for Yamato. But, how could she slow down or stop without wounding his pride?

Just as she was pondering that, a patch of ice on the road hidden by snow answered all her problems by sending her flying backwards. She wasn't sure she had lost consciousness, but one moment there was the road, and the next there were the stars and the painful impression that her horn had tried to cram itself into her neck, bringing tears to her eyes.

[drakenguard]

Yamato skidded to a halt when Shura slipped and crashed into the pavement, having to bend over and brace himself on his knees for a few quick seconds. Besides, he was certain a Demi-Fiend could take a little fall.

"Ar...Are y-you...all...right?" Yamato wheezed, his face slightly red and the air in front of him slightly opaque from his visible breathing. He straightened up and slowly moved over to Shura, nudging her hip with the toe of his boot. "Shura?"

[demifemme]

Shura whined and sat up, holding her tender neck with both hands, not speaking. If she tried speaking she was gonna sob for sure instead. She was already sniffing pretty pathetically.

"F-fuck..." she finally managed before coughing, big tears rolling down her cheeks.

[drakenguard]

Oh.

Hm.

Okay.

Yamato stared at Shura, obviously more than a little uncertain on how to proceed. She was a Demi-Fiend, she shouldn't be crying from a little fall like that. Well, her horn was sensitive, but still, she had certainly suffered from more painful wounds. Did she snivel over them in the midst of battle?

"Th...There's no need to cry," Yamato said briskly, managing to catch his breath. "You are not fatally injured from that fall."

Hm... that didn't seem to be working. Change in tactics.

"Ah, do you wish for me to cast Prayer?"

[demifemme]

No, Shura did not snivel in battle. But in battle, adrenaline and concentration were high, and she could focus on ignoring pain and moving forward. Here, jogging not too seriously with a friend, she hadn't expected such treachery from the road.

Shura tried to nod, but it only made the pain worse. Fuck, what if her neck was broken? Or worse, what if her horn was broken?

"Yes," she whispered, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. At least she seemed done crying.

[drakenguard]

Yamato rummaged in his coat's pocket, pulling out his phone and flipping it open to boot up the Demon Summoning App. Hold on Shura.

After a minute, he cast Prayer, the powerful healing magic washing over the Demi-Fiend. Probably overkill for a knocked horn (in Yamato's opinion), but better safe than sorry, yes?

"There. Better?"

[demifemme]

Shura carefully removes her hands, turning her head this and that way, then up and down, then pressing on her horn. It did indeed felt much better; almost all the pain was gone.

"Yes. Thank you, Yamato."

Moving away from the ice patch, she got back on her feet carefully.

[drakenguard]

Yamato shifted awkwardly, unsure on how one proceeded from here.

"Well then, I think that's enough excitement for us. Shall we go to...wherever it is you want to celebrate?" he said briskly, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

[demifemme]

"Yeah, I'm pretty deflated now. Let's go to Nyx's and have a drink or two to celebrate." She didn't start running this time, crossing the street calmly to head to Nyx's Bar.

[drakenguard]

Yamato trailed after Shura, letting out a quiet sigh. Nyx's Bar... hopefully they'll be able to secure a private booth because, not really wanting to be hit on or anything of the sort.

"We will be drinking privately, won't we...?"

[demifemme]

Shura nodded. "Yeah, of course."

Nyx's Bar was less crowded thanks to the cold and the fact that it wasn't broadcasting the Grand Prix, so having access to a private booth away from the pounding music and the dancers was not too difficult.

Once there, somewhat hidden from the other clients as well, Shura took her hoodie off and began her night by ordering a rum and Coke.

[drakenguard]

Yamato sat down comfortably into the booth, pleased that the music was a muffled, dull throb - easily ignorable. He unwrapped his scarf and started unbuttoning his coat, ordering a Bailey's on ice after Shura ordered her drink.

"I only caught the end of your fight," Yamato admitted when their waitress moved away. "I wasn't all that interested in the tournament. I had more important things to attend to."

[demifemme]

"Oh." Shura took a silent moment to put her things aside, the markings of her neck and face glowing in the dim light.

"I'm a bit disappointed, actually. I was hoping you'd watch my whole fight." She sighed. "Oh well. I'm happy you caught the end of me being badass." She grinned a little.

[drakenguard]

"Hm," Yamato let out a small laugh. "Yes, at least I caught your victory. Actually," he carefully shrugged off his coat, revealing the simple button up shirt beneath. "I'm still curious to see the full extent of your power. I don't believe I've ever had the chance to..."

Last time would have been during the Scorpio Event, but Yamato had been more preoccupied in finding and rescuing Kaito - and hadn't known Shura well enough to care enough about her then.

[demifemme]

"Oh man, that would be pretty difficult," she admitted. "I am a weapon of mass destruction after all... It'd take a strong enemy to make using my strongest attack worth it."

[drakenguard]

"Hm..." Yamato pressed his gloved hand against his mouth in thought (unconsciously copying a certain Star...). "Perhaps we can scout for any strong opponents during the 13th Hour?"

[demifemme]

"That could work," she agreed, "but not tonight. Tonight we're enjoying the night."

The waitress came and gave them their drinks. Shura took her, smiling, and lifted it slightly. "Kampai!"

[drakenguard]

"Right."

Yamato picked up his, lifting it up in a small toast, "Kampai."