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

[blackdogdown]

Nothing in life comes without risk kid.

If you wanna talk to that asshole go ahead. Tell him to screw off from me or something.

[touketsu]

That's true. But there are smart risks and stupid ones, and that sounds like a pretty stupid one.

And you should tell him that yourself.

[blackdogdown]

Eh, you figure out that shit later. My life is nothing but a bunch of stupid choices I gotta pull myself out of. I don't see why a new world would change that.

And no way he'll mess with my car again....

[touketsu]

Well, it's up to you if you want to take the path with the lowest survival rate.

It was very nice knowing you! ヾ ･ิ ‿ ･ิ



P.S. I'm still not telling Luci for you. And even if I did, that wouldn't stop him from messing with your car if that's what he decided he was going to do. And that's what I meant by learning to use your head.

[blackdogdown]

don't use those "emojis" on me you brat.


[Don't taunt your father like this. ]

And hey, my heads full of killing shit and whatever. I'm a simple guy.

[touketsu]

Hmmm... That doesn't sound like the sort of person I should listen to, though. ┐( ಠ ◡ ಠ )┌

[blackdogdown]

your life is now about killing shit. monstrous evil shit. my advice is great.

[touketsu]

No, I'm pretty sure it's bad. Good advice isn't so monotonous.

[blackdogdown]

How else do people deliver good advice?? With some sorta political speech?

[touketsu]

Hm? No, I don't think so. I think good advice is just advice that's irrefutable. And fun, too. So that you're more likely to listen to it.

[blackdogdown]

I'm not very fun.

Doesn't mean I'm always wrong.

[touketsu]

That's exactly what it means.

[blackdogdown]

You wound me. You wound your captain.

[touketsu]

I seem to recall you saying you weren't my captain anymore.

[Gabe ain't here anymore. Gabe woulda stayed and helped but he's pretty much dead.

Those were Guts' words. And words like those were the very sort to haunt Fubuki. He didn't have a very healthy way of handling death...]

[blackdogdown]

Heh. Fair.

[He's not like, hurt. What? No. Whose emotions were these?? Guts had no emotions but like, bloodlust or rage. ]

[touketsu]

I have a proposition.

If you can beat me in a race, I'll acknowledge you as my captain again.

[blackdogdown]

Oh? You think you can beat me?

[touketsu]

It sounds fun to try, doesn't it?

[blackdogdown]

Ok I'll bite. When and where kid?

[touketsu]

The track at the school, obviously.

How long do you need to prepare yourself?

[blackdogdown]

I have to drop somebody off for something this morning, but I'll be free by lunch.

[touketsu]

I'll be waiting.

[And, making good on his promise, Fubuki will head to the school with about half an hour to spare. Plenty of time to do some stretches and to warm up, shoes getting a feel for the track. It never fails to surprise him how different it feels now that he has his memories back. He was much more used to cleats on a soccer pitch. But this would do just as well. It didn't matter the surface, after all. So long as he could be like the wind.

When Guts arrived, he seemed to be in good spirits, even waving his hand and smiling amiably at the older man.]

You took your time.

[...of course, that friendly smile can't hide what a brat he can be, though it wouldn't take a discerning ear to pick up the friendly tone of the jab.

He carefully unhooks a pair of sunglasses from the collar of his shirt and sets them aside in the grass next to the water bottle he'd brought along. If he could, he'd run while wearing them, but sunglasses weren't like a scarf. They were fragile and demanded being treated with more care. From the sidelines...they'd still serve their purpose.]

I'm all warmed up already.

[blackdogdown]

Seeya, kid.

[Gut's pulls up in his same stupid pickup, which apperantly got a new coat of paint and a clean up since Fubuki saw it last. The sacrifices Guts must make for children, :') he can't even live in his stupid car anymore.

He rolls down the window with a grunt and glares a little at Fubuki.]

The majority of adults in your life will not bend to your whims instantaneously kiddo.

[Sunglasses are weird when you only have one working eye to speak of so he leaves his still unused pair on the car, hopping out to do a bit of stretching. ]

Give me five minetes kid. Then we'll see whose the fastest here.

[touketsu]

That's fine with me.

[Whether Fubuki was responding to Guts' quip about adults or needing five minutes, it was unclear. All that seemed to matter to the younger boy was checking his laces, squeezing in a few more stretches, and checking back every now and again on the other man to see if he was ready yet.

He remembered how fast Guts was. It was a strange thing to see, a man of his size as quick as he was. But facts were facts and Fubuki accepted them. He accepted them because they acted as a viable goal for himself. If he wished to be better than he was now, he needed to pit himself against those who could push him past his limits. Strength, speed, he needed more. Then he might truly find perfect.]

How many laps?

[blackdogdown]

Three is the traditional number for these sorts of things. [He brings a hand up to squint at Fubuki. ] You up for it? You've got shorter legs then me.

[What he's saying, rather nicely, is that you have absolutly no chance. ]