7/9, backdated - Flowers and Murder

[kokuyoyo]

Chikusa Kakimoto CKastaroth@applenet.net
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I'm going to assume that a day is enough for us to recover well enough over everything, so there are a few things I want to address now that the app has been secured again.

First of all, since it's troublesome only speaking on the app and we never know when it might be compromised again, I made a code for us to use in reference to each other. It's not completely finished but it should give you an idea of what I'm going for. I'm open to any other suggestions on what to add to it. Different demons have been assigned different flowers. Combatants and Navigators can be distinguished by where they "grow".

[insert list here]

Secondly, we need a place to meet up in real life. A few times in the past, the first round has used my dorm, but that isn't sustainable especially since other Awakened are and can be adults. I suggest a school-funded cafe project. Those of us attending Green Valley can use various excuses as an extracuricular activity focusing on economics, cooking, or whatever else. Adults could act as supervisors. Someone is free to mention a better idea.

Finally, I think we should start investigating figures of significance in Eddan and preparing to dispose of them if they turn out to have anything to do with our current situation.

Comments

[spoilsfun]

On a case. Sorry, I don't think I'll be able to get away for a while.

[singlefaith]

A case?

Here?

. . . Didn't you just get your memories back like everyone else?

[Is he really a teenage detective here, too? He must have had a constructed life like the rest of them.]

[spoilsfun]

It's already been a day. [Think who you're talking to, Ran.]

[singlefaith]

That's what I meant!

That doesn't answer the question, though . . . how do you have a case?

Who are you here?

[spoilsfun]

I-

[He panics for a moment, at a loss for what to say next. There was only one thing he could do.]

Sorry Ran. Something just came up.[He types the words quickly, hoping to avoid letting her get in any more words.] I'll explain later, okay? I have to deal with this now.

[He hangs up. ]

[singlefaith]

[Already she has "wait" typed out on the screen, is just about to hit enter . . .]

[And he's gone. Again.]

[Maybe it's true. Maybe this time, here, there won't be all the excuses there were before. This time she knows he's in the city. They have to meet. If he's on this app, he's like the rest of them, isn't he? He'll come this time. He'll explain.]

[It doesn't completely stop the wave of frustration. Anger. But she chokes it down with all the assurances she makes to herself. They have to be true.]

[She has to wait.]