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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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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.
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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?
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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.
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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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[His smile was wolfish, fists coming to rest on his hips.]
...I only said I'd call you captain again. I never promised any of that other crap. You want respect? You fight for it. Same as anything else on this field.