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7/9, backdated - Flowers and Murder

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.

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

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

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

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.

I'm not very fun.

Doesn't mean I'm always wrong.

That's exactly what it means.

You wound me. You wound your captain.

Edited 2017-08-16 07:23 (UTC)

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...]

Heh. Fair.

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

I have a proposition.

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

Oh? You think you can beat me?

It sounds fun to try, doesn't it?

Ok I'll bite. When and where kid?

The track at the school, obviously.

How long do you need to prepare yourself?

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

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.

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.

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?

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. ]

[Fubuki smiled like the sun at Guts.]

They are short legs, aren't they? But I'll just have to try my best.

[Short legs had never stopped him before. Whether the opponent was bears or other soccer players, he'd overcome any obstacle.

Starting for his mark on the track, he considered the distance. Three laps. That was nothing. Training in the harsh winter conditions that surrounded Hakuren, he was long since conditioned for a challenge of this nature. Sure, Kouyuki's body was a little less strong, but not by much. He'd been as adamant as Fubuki about training all day, every day.]

Let's have a good race, Guts-san.

[Do you ever see a kid so pure you started crying? Guts hasn't, because he never cries and Fubuki is a total brat. ]

Yeah yeah, good luck to you to kiddo.

[ With a quick countdown, they're off, keeping around even pace for the first two laps. Around the last, when Guts finds himself flagging, having to push himself to catch up to Fubuki in the last few breaths. They both skid to a stop a few feet after the finish line. ]

So.. [Guts takes a few minutes to stretch out. ] Did you see who won? Damn, that was pretty close?

[And that total brat will in fact give Guts a run for his money.

The first two laps are like a warm up to Fubuki, more a test of endurance than actual speed, but they remain neck-in-neck the whole way around. That's when it becomes clear he'll need to give it his all in the final stretch if he wants to stand a chance, and so he doesn't hold back.

There's a moment when, under his breath, he mumbles something to himself and seems to reach for something around his throat that isn't there, and then that soft smile becomes a wolf's grin. He takes off like a shot in the dark, sneakers pounding the track like this is the last time he'll ever run and his life is on the line. He pushes with everything he has...and Guts pushes back.

By the time they tear across the finish line, Fubuki is skidding a few feet ahead from his momentum, very nearly tumbling and gasping heavily for being so out of breath. And while Guts rambles off at him, it's all he can do not to kick at the ground under his feet or shout his disappointment.

A tie... It was a tie of all damn things! It might have been his best time yet against Guts, but it still wasn't enough. He hadn't beat him...]

The hell if I know! The only thing I was looking at was the finish line!

[As if he'd stare at someone else's back. That's not his goal! ...not his only goal, anyway.

Jeez...

But he can't deny that it was a really good race. He hasn't felt his lungs burn this pleasantly in a while. So after a few more moments of being salty, he sucks it up and approaches Guts, hands on his hips, a strange gold sheen to his eyes. Probably just be the lighting, right?]

I think we crossed at the same time, but it doesn't matter. A promise is a promise. Captain.

[A smug smirk graces his features. Ugh. Wipe that happy expression off your faces Guts. ]

Really? [He jabs a finger at his tiny polar brat. ] Does this mean you'll finally start listening to what I say? Especially concerning your safety?

[He barked a laugh, batting away Guts' stabbing finger. The gesture was good-natured, however. The beginnings of a smirk could be seen tugging at the corners of his mouth, eyes shining with amusement.]

It means if you got anything good to say, then maybe I'll hear you out. But I'm not gonna waste my time listening to whining.

[He takes the time to look half offended at that. ]

Oi what happened to the whole respect thing, you brat?? And who you calling a whiner? This is all tactical concern.

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