[ Yet again, Yuuto lightly scratches the side of his face. He mulls over if he should explain what his title means. It feels like it would be a bit much to get into it -- his eyes roll up. However, isn't it quite rude to start a topic then bail on it.
His eyes close as he laughs quietly to himself. ]
I suppose when we're in an impossible situation anything seems possible. [ It is what he decides to comment on first, while sliding away from the topic of what the title means. ] Sorry... I was stalling.
[ A soft hum. ] For me ... the title doesn't have much importance. Rather my leader tends to put everything on his shoulders and do everything himself. He tells us we don't have to do anything, and I took advantage of that kindness.
[ Tucking his hands into his pockets, he wonders if it's right to view it as that, but he supposes it was a kindness. ] It's embarrassing to admit, but I'd rather admit it than not.
He pauses -- wiggling his fingers as he realizes that he hasn't eaten. If he keeps chatting, he might end up in trouble for not partaking in the feast. A brief pause to spoon another mouthful.
Yet again, it's the replaying of the memory of before. Of hearing what happens to those devoted to Sleep and seeing what becomes of them; he truly doesn't desire to become a creature like that, but it isn't so much fear of losing his human shame. It's concern of losing his free will.
There is a sensation mixed with the memory that he retained his free will -- he may simply carry on as an abomination.
The spoon is set down as he finally responds. ]
Well, of course, we'd want her to continue to increase her power and influence. If we didn't, we wouldn't be able to have these wonderful meals anymore, no? [ He tilts his head and gives a wink. Yuuto wonders how negatively they can speak about Sleep in her own realm. He also wonders how much she knows of their thoughts and plans. Yet she doesn't want to stop them?
She gives him the sensation of starving and loss of color. Yet there's no punishment to those that are trying to break her rule? Are they trying to break her rule? He holds his chin briefly as he stares into his companion's eyes. His head tilts the opposite way as he closes his eyes in a friendly smile. ]
I didn't say anything yet about your compliment, but I appreciate you thinking so. I haven't had a complaint yet from any partner. [ His hand drops as he lets out a soft laugh. ]
[ Aventurine smiles even as he considers it: the meals, that is. He had been very much convinced this must be some kind of reimagined memory of something that took place in the past, but now he isn't so sure the more he speaks with people. Afterall, this sort of setup is very old-world, and for One to have these experiences himself, that would mean he's impossibly old. Not that that is impossible, either, but... ]
I do wonder why it all has taken this form. [ he doesn't have an answer. Then again, he isn't one of the individuals that actually cares all that much about these particular details. He's so used to fabricating his own that whether the reasons ultimately coincide don't matter enough for him, usually. Still... he is curious by nature just like anyone else would be. It's rather stereotypical to assume a cult would just automatically be very much primitive and lacking in modern behavior and tastes, so maybe this isn't much of a memory of a past event at all. Sleep being something long, old, and ancient Herself, however, makes total sense. If it's Her Dreamscape, why wouldn't it be of days, times, and influences when and where She most certainly was better worshipped than She must have been in the modern world before the Cataclysm.
Aventurine holds Yuuto's gaze, cyan and magenta eyes lackluster despite vivid color, his smile widening a bit when the other breaks their eye contact and retorts about something far less related to their predicament. ]
Is that so? Careful, you'll make me curious for a demonstration at this rate, you know.
[ He briefly glances back up towards those pedestaled guardians, wondering what has happened or been done to them that did not the one who sits aloft above and is still living. Is it merely time or something else? ]
Is it safe to engage in such activities during a dream?
[ Yuuto has to be honest with himself in saying that he is curious. However, he never did ask Kanoe to explore the Dreamscape that way. It isn't so much about being a prude, but more being respectful. The dreamscape is somewhere that she could connect with her sister; she probably felt it sacred and wouldn't want her sordid deeds, as they were, reaching her. ]
Then, again, I guess there's no place safer than a dream.
[ He starts to laugh to himself. ] After all, these aren't our real bodies, right? [ Which does leave him curious -- does that mean that they could get right to business? Well, he still wouldn't. Foreplay is a form of attendance and affection for the person, after all. It wouldn't be a friendly connection if they went into it all willy-nilly; no, people would call that something vulgar instead. ]
Although, saying that... am I breaking the illusion of something?
Yes. Satsuki-chan and her love. [ His smile presses on through the first question and he decides to answer it first. ] I'm sad you didn't get to meet them, either. I don't know how you three would've gotten along, but it would've been nice to see. [ He tilts his head away as his eyes drift up toward the ceiling, smiling at nothing and everything.
Although, I think Subaru is someone that Satsuki-chan wouldn't know how to handle. His chin tips down as he smiles all the more. Is it out of some pettiness or kindness that I think... that I hope they'd learn something from one another? Ah -- I wonder. ]
But that's that and your other question is this -- [ Yuuto drifts his gaze back to Subaru. He starts to gesture with his hands like he's holding a box. With a swift, easy-going gesture, he mimes moving the "box" related to Satsuki to the side and brings the "box" about his abilities forward instead. ]
-- I think it's something in my body. [ Closing his eyes. ] Instead of water, it seems like it's my blood. [ Opening them, he laughs once. ] Isn't that scary?
[ Long ago, Subaru may have been more amenable to the idea of bridging the gap between Earth and Heaven. To meeting, to talking, to the divine tune of understanding. As much as one person can about another, of course. But that willingness has long been buried, foundational. There's something a little cloying and grandiose about even these minuscule movements to denote the topic changes — but Subaru finds it less overt than their surroundings, and so even follows the arrangement of the topic boxes...
Until the answer snaps his gaze upwards. His expression is just neutral enough for plausible deniability, just concerned enough that one might mistake its intention. ]
...blood magic is a dangerous expertise.
[ It's not common in most forms of onmyoudo, but not entirely without study. ]
Perhaps, it is more like knowing that the ability is there? [ His head tilts to the side as he tries to explain what he's feeling in questions. Much like how he never fully questioned how his water mastery worked; he doesn't question this too much, either. ] Something sleeping under the skin that is telling me if I want it to be used... it has to be used with intent?
[ A small nod as he agrees with his own explanation. ] My relationship with water has been a casual conversation. I would ask and it would answer politely. This feels more like if I'm talking... I shouldn't speak recklessly.
[ He laughs. ] So your earlier comment on it being dangerous... I agree that it is, as well.
[ His eyebrows lift at the movement; he shifts his gaze immediately to what is being gestured towards. A brief second of contemplation - of analyzation - of thinking, thinking, thinking - before he's back to his little smile and sparkling friendly gaze.
He dips his chin once at the request that he'll tell Greed if he sees such a marking. In this situation, Yuuto thinks someone would ask more. But he just thinks why should he ask anything else?
If Greed thought it was important for him to know more, he would've said it, right? Whether it'll affect him or not; whether it's dangerous or not; whether it is valuable or not; it's something that means more to Greed than it does to him.
So, he'll just keep an eye out. ]
I'll be sure to tell you if I see something like that mark. [ He points to what he has been shown, like it needs to be gestured to once more. ] You know -- I met someone who gave up everything that he wanted. He only seemed to live to fulfill the wishes of other people. His personality completely changed and became someone that even his closest loved ones wouldn't recognize.
I often wonder if there's any selfishness left in him, or is he simply doing what is being asked of his existence? [ Should he feel sorry for his commander? Should he feel sorry for the one that is heralding in the apocalypse? He isn't sure if what he feels is sympathy or empathy; he isn't sure it's pity, either. He just thinks that it's a sad situation. One that is costing thousands of lives. ]
I guess only he would know that answer. [ He smiles yet again. ] So! Sorry for giving you a hypothetical to a musing that I have. In any case, I'm happy that you're a greedy individual, Greed. It means that you're quite human despite the inhuman look. [ HA-HA!
A beat passes and he continues: ] I look forward to keep talking with you. Let's have tea now and again. Even if we don't talk about people... talking about other things seems just as fun.
[Someone who gave up everything he wanted, he says. And he wonders, if only for a minute, if whoever Yuuto is talking about did it by choice, or if somebody else had made that choice for him. Because if it's the former, it's simply a waste. But if it's the latter? Oh, if it's the latter - ]
[Greed squints through the dark, and the upper part of his lip turns tense.] Yeah? And where did that get him? [He notches the corner of his heel into a jut of rock to swing out the pointed-curve toe of his boot.] Giving it all up like that. And for what? So everyone else could get what they wanted? [His smile might be staying, however - there's a new kind of bite to it. The peel of his gums behind his mask more like a wolf, showing its teeth to a muzzle.] No. Sorry, friend. But that sounds like a rotten deal.
[He tests another rock with his foot, making the stone jiggle stiffly in place. Really, he can't help but laugh at that. It isn't the first time someone's said it. And maybe, he wasn't so wrong about Yuuto after all. The similarities between him and someone (someone he knows, someone he knows well), all too close.]
[The last bit of his laugh wheezes from his nose, and the Sin slumps into his shoulder.] Ha - ! Sorry to disappoint, but I've never been human. Not really. [Up the side of the shore, he goes - his pace, punctuated by every knock of his boots.] And what are you saying sorry for? I told you, don't worry about it.
[He straightens again, forcing the fur of his collar to peel off his neck.] Ah - ? [Twirling his wrist, the Sin continues along the bank's sleek side.] Yeah, sure. Why not? Not like I've got anything planned yet. [Yet being the key word. There's still some things he has to figure out: what this place is, where.]
[And how anything even brought him here in the first place.]
[Greed bends, letting his body hang over his hips.] - but think you and I should see what's in there first, don't you?
[ His head dips down, tucking his chin in; he wonders where it got Kamui. Was Kamui happy with his lot? He isn't certain; it is simply something that needs to be done. Or rather, it is something destiny asked of them. ]
-- but I agree that it is a bit of a rotten deal. I'm afraid I couldn't do anything.
[ And, in truth, he isn't sure if he would've done anything unless asked. But really, what could any of them have done? A good question! ]
Is that so? [ A casual remark back about Greed not being human. ] Even if you say not to worry, I still apologize for saying something unkind, then. But then I'm not sure what your view on humans are. I hope it's positive since I am one!
[ His smile returns; it's bright and friendly; something flippant that dances around the corners. Yes, he's human. For better or worse.
He tilts his head slightly as he muses over the idea of checking what's there first before going - hm! ]
[ Yuuto smiles at the comment the man makes about knowing who to contact, even without his business card. His head tilts slightly to the side as he offers an expression of gratitude at the warm sentiment. Is it all right that he treats it as a warm one? Maybe, maybe not. But he does take it as a compliment when it's more like a statement.
His expression doesn't change much as his companion introduces himself. Instead, he opens his mouth to let out a soft, little laugh. ]
Then it seems we both work for the people, Wriothesley.
[ He holds his free hand out to gesture between the two of them. ]
Although, I daresay that your job in looking after the community is far more integral than mine.
[ His eyes shine bright, cheerful. He means what he says, but also laughing at his own private joke. Yes, a warden for a prison is doing more than a man assisting with the end of the world. ]
Hah. You say that, but I find that I'm more than just a glorified accountant nowadays.
[Of course, this doesn't mention at all any and all the work he put into fixing up the prison in the first place. The 180 it has made under his jurisdiction, but he always been good at brushing those kinds of things aside.
But it is still...more than assisting in ending the world. Sir???
Truly Wriothesley is Just A Guy next to Yuuto.
But, he finally lifts his fork. The pressure of the gaze on him is nearly suffocating and he thinks he can no longer ignore it. He scrutinizes the forkful of the sweet dessert before finally eating a forkful of it.] Sweet...
[ His head dips slightly as he apologizes for whatever might be going on with Wriothesley. He doesn't fully know how sincere he is, but he at least sounds sincere.
Yuuto has always had the problem of going with the flow. He flows through conversations and relationships like a quiet, soothing river. Slipping past obstacles like they are not there; he offers something soothing to do those that need it, but do the waters care about anyone? Really?
He recalls being scolded for his lackadaisical manner of living, and feels like he's being tested and told to correct it presently, and by an entity that isn't going to take a pretty smile from him as compensation. ]
At least we have sweet desserts to ease the trouble of work, right?
Of course. I see no reason to do anything to trouble either Subaru or you.
[ Ah? Did Seishirou know that Subaru switched sides? Wait, did Subaru know that, too? He blinks. They had been talking so casually that he did not think to ask directly as it felt a painful thing to bring up. Or maybe he just did not care enough to check such things. Hm. ]
Of course. But the... reality of our new means of communication is that emotions and information may slip. It's an inevitability we can only try to mitigate.
The truth is the most reliable recourse. We are... recent co-workers. Part of the... Kamui venture.
That sounds fine with me. [ Hm. ] If our title happen to come up, I think it's fine to just say it's given to us by destiny. But I don't think either of us think much about that... and can say as much, no?
[ Aventurine is not looking for anyone in particular, per say. Nevertheless, with the electricity back, even in a particularly fantastical manner, he can't help but want to wander even at night now that it isn't so lightless. He feels more confident, maybe, but the truth is more that he simply has a good excuse to leave the hotel as much as possible after the incident with the rat king and the enhanced hosts that pursued were out for his blood, in particular. He looks for other hosts that are wandering aimlessly and more or less bothering no one. However, each one isn't the same as the previous ones that breached his hotel. If not for others having been involved and the damage to the hotel, he would be working on convincing himself it was all in his head rather than something that actually happened.
But, things are not right. While it seems to be normal (more or less now,) Aventurine has not been able to find the reason for the event. He's been debating contacting Choi, to probe for answers in case it's connected to how disastrous the Rat King fight went despite an ultimately victory.
So far, he hasn't done anything of the sort, though, and he simply lets himself wander further. He walks along the sidewalk with the street lamps illuminating the way. Everything looks once again different in artificial light versus daylight and darkness, and it never hurts to get used to maneuvering the city in different lighting conditions.
He'll slow, however, when he sees some unusual shadows cast high along the side of a crumbled and sloped building. It doesn't cause him to stop entirely, but he'll approach with caution. Nevertheless, he'll call out with a sweet and polite greeting even as his fingers tense and curl into a loose fist. ]
His head isn't filled with the usual detachment that he has for everything. He cares and sympathizes quite a bit with the struggles of others; he understands them sincerely yet he doesn't feel moved to act.
Succumbrance coils itself around his indifference and makes him recognize fear. He isn't even quite sure what he is afraid of, but knew enough to scramble out of the tunnels to the surface. Yet breathing in the air of Manhattan, he still feel his insides shuddering and uncertain how to return to himself.
If there is one thing he doesn't like it's the idea of changing. He doesn't wish to be anyone but himself. Yet again, he realizes that Sleep has taught him he shouldn't be such a flippant person about everything. This is his own fault. He wants to chuckle but can't - and so he wanders the bright streets in his uncertainty.
He stops when he hears the greeting.
Shifting, turning, his red eyes still glow under the artificial light. He feels a greeting smile tug at his lips but the corners of his mouth trembles. ]
Ah, who is there? You certainly are looking familiar to me. [ He steps closer. His steps are confident and sure. ] Ah - Aventurine.
[ A beat before he gives him a defeated smile. His voice sings a lovely song, blood magic warping around each vowel, each syllable. Yet the magic has nowhere to go. It hangs in the air instead - not a warning, but an invitation. ] It's my own fault - I didn't make enough Tethers. I intended to, but - I believed I'd be fine with just a few and some lovely words to ensure I would be safe.
[ Oh, it's Yuuto. He has been wondering about the other since seeing his 'broadcast' belatedly (as Aventurine had been unfortunately preoccupied during the live, he only caught bits of it in retrospect.)
he listens amicably, a cant to his head just show to show his dedication to hearing him out even as that blood magic longer in the air like it's oozing out and uncontrollable with no true intent behind it. in truth, Aventurine is listening quite well, but he's also staring at the glowing aura that makes up Yuuto's unique lifeforce. Aventurine doesn't see it in colors, but he does see the physical manifestation of the succumbence lurching and trusting itself like tarry mud over the aura in places. it looks as if it crawls, or tries to, impatient and aggressive to infect the other further. yes, Aventurine sees its progress, but he no special ability to do anything about it. it simply lets him have an idea how close or far Yuuto is to succumbing regardless of outward symptoms. ]
Yuuto, there you are~. I've missed you. [ his smile is pleasant, but he doesn't yet make a move towards the other. he's not sure if the other is easily spooked or provoked, and right now he at least send to be holding himself mostly together mentally. ]
Your fault, perhaps, but easily fixable and nothing to punish yourself over, hm~? Now, why are you wandering out here alone instead of with a tether of yours?
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[ Yet again, Yuuto lightly scratches the side of his face. He mulls over if he should explain what his title means. It feels like it would be a bit much to get into it -- his eyes roll up. However, isn't it quite rude to start a topic then bail on it.
His eyes close as he laughs quietly to himself. ]
I suppose when we're in an impossible situation anything seems possible. [ It is what he decides to comment on first, while sliding away from the topic of what the title means. ] Sorry... I was stalling.
[ A soft hum. ] For me ... the title doesn't have much importance. Rather my leader tends to put everything on his shoulders and do everything himself. He tells us we don't have to do anything, and I took advantage of that kindness.
[ Tucking his hands into his pockets, he wonders if it's right to view it as that, but he supposes it was a kindness. ] It's embarrassing to admit, but I'd rather admit it than not.
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[ Yet again Yuuto lets out a soft chuckle.
He pauses -- wiggling his fingers as he realizes that he hasn't eaten. If he keeps chatting, he might end up in trouble for not partaking in the feast. A brief pause to spoon another mouthful.
Yet again, it's the replaying of the memory of before. Of hearing what happens to those devoted to Sleep and seeing what becomes of them; he truly doesn't desire to become a creature like that, but it isn't so much fear of losing his human shame. It's concern of losing his free will.
There is a sensation mixed with the memory that he retained his free will -- he may simply carry on as an abomination.
The spoon is set down as he finally responds. ]
Well, of course, we'd want her to continue to increase her power and influence. If we didn't, we wouldn't be able to have these wonderful meals anymore, no? [ He tilts his head and gives a wink. Yuuto wonders how negatively they can speak about Sleep in her own realm. He also wonders how much she knows of their thoughts and plans. Yet she doesn't want to stop them?
She gives him the sensation of starving and loss of color. Yet there's no punishment to those that are trying to break her rule? Are they trying to break her rule? He holds his chin briefly as he stares into his companion's eyes. His head tilts the opposite way as he closes his eyes in a friendly smile. ]
I didn't say anything yet about your compliment, but I appreciate you thinking so. I haven't had a complaint yet from any partner. [ His hand drops as he lets out a soft laugh. ]
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I do wonder why it all has taken this form. [ he doesn't have an answer. Then again, he isn't one of the individuals that actually cares all that much about these particular details. He's so used to fabricating his own that whether the reasons ultimately coincide don't matter enough for him, usually. Still... he is curious by nature just like anyone else would be. It's rather stereotypical to assume a cult would just automatically be very much primitive and lacking in modern behavior and tastes, so maybe this isn't much of a memory of a past event at all. Sleep being something long, old, and ancient Herself, however, makes total sense. If it's Her Dreamscape, why wouldn't it be of days, times, and influences when and where She most certainly was better worshipped than She must have been in the modern world before the Cataclysm.
Aventurine holds Yuuto's gaze, cyan and magenta eyes lackluster despite vivid color, his smile widening a bit when the other breaks their eye contact and retorts about something far less related to their predicament. ]
Is that so? Careful, you'll make me curious for a demonstration at this rate, you know.
[ He briefly glances back up towards those pedestaled guardians, wondering what has happened or been done to them that did not the one who sits aloft above and is still living. Is it merely time or something else? ]
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[ Yuuto has to be honest with himself in saying that he is curious. However, he never did ask Kanoe to explore the Dreamscape that way. It isn't so much about being a prude, but more being respectful. The dreamscape is somewhere that she could connect with her sister; she probably felt it sacred and wouldn't want her sordid deeds, as they were, reaching her. ]
Then, again, I guess there's no place safer than a dream.
[ He starts to laugh to himself. ] After all, these aren't our real bodies, right? [ Which does leave him curious -- does that mean that they could get right to business? Well, he still wouldn't. Foreplay is a form of attendance and affection for the person, after all. It wouldn't be a friendly connection if they went into it all willy-nilly; no, people would call that something vulgar instead. ]
Although, saying that... am I breaking the illusion of something?
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Yes. Satsuki-chan and her love. [ His smile presses on through the first question and he decides to answer it first. ] I'm sad you didn't get to meet them, either. I don't know how you three would've gotten along, but it would've been nice to see. [ He tilts his head away as his eyes drift up toward the ceiling, smiling at nothing and everything.
Although, I think Subaru is someone that Satsuki-chan wouldn't know how to handle. His chin tips down as he smiles all the more. Is it out of some pettiness or kindness that I think... that I hope they'd learn something from one another? Ah -- I wonder. ]
But that's that and your other question is this -- [ Yuuto drifts his gaze back to Subaru. He starts to gesture with his hands like he's holding a box. With a swift, easy-going gesture, he mimes moving the "box" related to Satsuki to the side and brings the "box" about his abilities forward instead. ]
-- I think it's something in my body. [ Closing his eyes. ] Instead of water, it seems like it's my blood. [ Opening them, he laughs once. ] Isn't that scary?
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Until the answer snaps his gaze upwards. His expression is just neutral enough for plausible deniability, just concerned enough that one might mistake its intention. ]
...blood magic is a dangerous expertise.
[ It's not common in most forms of onmyoudo, but not entirely without study. ]
You feel it within you?
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[ How else to put it? ]
Perhaps, it is more like knowing that the ability is there? [ His head tilts to the side as he tries to explain what he's feeling in questions. Much like how he never fully questioned how his water mastery worked; he doesn't question this too much, either. ] Something sleeping under the skin that is telling me if I want it to be used... it has to be used with intent?
[ A small nod as he agrees with his own explanation. ] My relationship with water has been a casual conversation. I would ask and it would answer politely. This feels more like if I'm talking... I shouldn't speak recklessly.
[ He laughs. ] So your earlier comment on it being dangerous... I agree that it is, as well.
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[ His eyebrows lift at the movement; he shifts his gaze immediately to what is being gestured towards. A brief second of contemplation - of analyzation - of thinking, thinking, thinking - before he's back to his little smile and sparkling friendly gaze.
He dips his chin once at the request that he'll tell Greed if he sees such a marking. In this situation, Yuuto thinks someone would ask more. But he just thinks why should he ask anything else?
If Greed thought it was important for him to know more, he would've said it, right? Whether it'll affect him or not; whether it's dangerous or not; whether it is valuable or not; it's something that means more to Greed than it does to him.
So, he'll just keep an eye out. ]
I'll be sure to tell you if I see something like that mark. [ He points to what he has been shown, like it needs to be gestured to once more. ] You know -- I met someone who gave up everything that he wanted. He only seemed to live to fulfill the wishes of other people. His personality completely changed and became someone that even his closest loved ones wouldn't recognize.
I often wonder if there's any selfishness left in him, or is he simply doing what is being asked of his existence? [ Should he feel sorry for his commander? Should he feel sorry for the one that is heralding in the apocalypse? He isn't sure if what he feels is sympathy or empathy; he isn't sure it's pity, either. He just thinks that it's a sad situation. One that is costing thousands of lives. ]
I guess only he would know that answer. [ He smiles yet again. ] So! Sorry for giving you a hypothetical to a musing that I have. In any case, I'm happy that you're a greedy individual, Greed. It means that you're quite human despite the inhuman look. [ HA-HA!
A beat passes and he continues: ] I look forward to keep talking with you. Let's have tea now and again. Even if we don't talk about people... talking about other things seems just as fun.
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[Greed squints through the dark, and the upper part of his lip turns tense.] Yeah? And where did that get him? [He notches the corner of his heel into a jut of rock to swing out the pointed-curve toe of his boot.] Giving it all up like that. And for what? So everyone else could get what they wanted? [His smile might be staying, however - there's a new kind of bite to it. The peel of his gums behind his mask more like a wolf, showing its teeth to a muzzle.] No. Sorry, friend. But that sounds like a rotten deal.
[He tests another rock with his foot, making the stone jiggle stiffly in place. Really, he can't help but laugh at that. It isn't the first time someone's said it. And maybe, he wasn't so wrong about Yuuto after all. The similarities between him and someone (someone he knows, someone he knows well), all too close.]
[The last bit of his laugh wheezes from his nose, and the Sin slumps into his shoulder.] Ha - ! Sorry to disappoint, but I've never been human. Not really. [Up the side of the shore, he goes - his pace, punctuated by every knock of his boots.] And what are you saying sorry for? I told you, don't worry about it.
[He straightens again, forcing the fur of his collar to peel off his neck.] Ah - ? [Twirling his wrist, the Sin continues along the bank's sleek side.] Yeah, sure. Why not? Not like I've got anything planned yet. [Yet being the key word. There's still some things he has to figure out: what this place is, where.]
[And how anything even brought him here in the first place.]
[Greed bends, letting his body hang over his hips.] - but think you and I should see what's in there first, don't you?
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[ His head dips down, tucking his chin in; he wonders where it got Kamui. Was Kamui happy with his lot? He isn't certain; it is simply something that needs to be done. Or rather, it is something destiny asked of them. ]
-- but I agree that it is a bit of a rotten deal. I'm afraid I couldn't do anything.
[ And, in truth, he isn't sure if he would've done anything unless asked. But really, what could any of them have done? A good question! ]
Is that so? [ A casual remark back about Greed not being human. ] Even if you say not to worry, I still apologize for saying something unkind, then. But then I'm not sure what your view on humans are. I hope it's positive since I am one!
[ His smile returns; it's bright and friendly; something flippant that dances around the corners. Yes, he's human. For better or worse.
He tilts his head slightly as he muses over the idea of checking what's there first before going - hm! ]
How could we see what's in there first?
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[ Yuuto smiles at the comment the man makes about knowing who to contact, even without his business card. His head tilts slightly to the side as he offers an expression of gratitude at the warm sentiment. Is it all right that he treats it as a warm one? Maybe, maybe not. But he does take it as a compliment when it's more like a statement.
His expression doesn't change much as his companion introduces himself. Instead, he opens his mouth to let out a soft, little laugh. ]
Then it seems we both work for the people, Wriothesley.
[ He holds his free hand out to gesture between the two of them. ]
Although, I daresay that your job in looking after the community is far more integral than mine.
[ His eyes shine bright, cheerful. He means what he says, but also laughing at his own private joke. Yes, a warden for a prison is doing more than a man assisting with the end of the world. ]
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[Of course, this doesn't mention at all any and all the work he put into fixing up the prison in the first place. The 180 it has made under his jurisdiction, but he always been good at brushing those kinds of things aside.
But it is still...more than assisting in ending the world. Sir???
Truly Wriothesley is Just A Guy next to Yuuto.
But, he finally lifts his fork. The pressure of the gaze on him is nearly suffocating and he thinks he can no longer ignore it. He scrutinizes the forkful of the sweet dessert before finally eating a forkful of it.] Sweet...
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[ His head dips slightly as he apologizes for whatever might be going on with Wriothesley. He doesn't fully know how sincere he is, but he at least sounds sincere.
Yuuto has always had the problem of going with the flow. He flows through conversations and relationships like a quiet, soothing river. Slipping past obstacles like they are not there; he offers something soothing to do those that need it, but do the waters care about anyone? Really?
He recalls being scolded for his lackadaisical manner of living, and feels like he's being tested and told to correct it presently, and by an entity that isn't going to take a pretty smile from him as compensation. ]
At least we have sweet desserts to ease the trouble of work, right?
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It strikes me that we may wish to agree on how we publicly present our shared circumstances.
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[ Ah? Did Seishirou know that Subaru switched sides? Wait, did Subaru know that, too? He blinks. They had been talking so casually that he did not think to ask directly as it felt a painful thing to bring up. Or maybe he just did not care enough to check such things. Hm. ]
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The truth is the most reliable recourse. We are... recent co-workers. Part of the... Kamui venture.
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That sounds fine with me. [ Hm. ] If our title happen to come up, I think it's fine to just say it's given to us by destiny. But I don't think either of us think much about that... and can say as much, no?
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From:2/2 surprise!
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From:week 3 {action • nsfw}
But, things are not right. While it seems to be normal (more or less now,) Aventurine has not been able to find the reason for the event. He's been debating contacting Choi, to probe for answers in case it's connected to how disastrous the Rat King fight went despite an ultimately victory.
So far, he hasn't done anything of the sort, though, and he simply lets himself wander further. He walks along the sidewalk with the street lamps illuminating the way. Everything looks once again different in artificial light versus daylight and darkness, and it never hurts to get used to maneuvering the city in different lighting conditions.
He'll slow, however, when he sees some unusual shadows cast high along the side of a crumbled and sloped building. It doesn't cause him to stop entirely, but he'll approach with caution. Nevertheless, he'll call out with a sweet and polite greeting even as his fingers tense and curl into a loose fist. ]
Hello~?
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His head isn't filled with the usual detachment that he has for everything. He cares and sympathizes quite a bit with the struggles of others; he understands them sincerely yet he doesn't feel moved to act.
Succumbrance coils itself around his indifference and makes him recognize fear. He isn't even quite sure what he is afraid of, but knew enough to scramble out of the tunnels to the surface. Yet breathing in the air of Manhattan, he still feel his insides shuddering and uncertain how to return to himself.
If there is one thing he doesn't like it's the idea of changing. He doesn't wish to be anyone but himself. Yet again, he realizes that Sleep has taught him he shouldn't be such a flippant person about everything. This is his own fault. He wants to chuckle but can't - and so he wanders the bright streets in his uncertainty.
He stops when he hears the greeting.
Shifting, turning, his red eyes still glow under the artificial light. He feels a greeting smile tug at his lips but the corners of his mouth trembles. ]
Ah, who is there? You certainly are looking familiar to me. [ He steps closer. His steps are confident and sure. ] Ah - Aventurine.
[ A beat before he gives him a defeated smile. His voice sings a lovely song, blood magic warping around each vowel, each syllable. Yet the magic has nowhere to go. It hangs in the air instead - not a warning, but an invitation. ] It's my own fault - I didn't make enough Tethers. I intended to, but - I believed I'd be fine with just a few and some lovely words to ensure I would be safe.
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he listens amicably, a cant to his head just show to show his dedication to hearing him out even as that blood magic longer in the air like it's oozing out and uncontrollable with no true intent behind it. in truth, Aventurine is listening quite well, but he's also staring at the glowing aura that makes up Yuuto's unique lifeforce. Aventurine doesn't see it in colors, but he does see the physical manifestation of the succumbence lurching and trusting itself like tarry mud over the aura in places. it looks as if it crawls, or tries to, impatient and aggressive to infect the other further. yes, Aventurine sees its progress, but he no special ability to do anything about it. it simply lets him have an idea how close or far Yuuto is to succumbing regardless of outward symptoms. ]
Yuuto, there you are~. I've missed you. [ his smile is pleasant, but he doesn't yet make a move towards the other. he's not sure if the other is easily spooked or provoked, and right now he at least send to be holding himself mostly together mentally. ]
Your fault, perhaps, but easily fixable and nothing to punish yourself over, hm~? Now, why are you wandering out here alone instead of with a tether of yours?
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