[Haruka does notice that the mystery app on his phone (AppleNet: he's gotten used to just calling it 'the app', since it's getting the most mileage lately apart from the map app and the ones he uses to schedule club activities and homework assignments, and maybe that should be concerning but) has been suspiciously quiet today, but he doesn't have all that much attention to spare for it anyway, with exams coming up and the blossom festival tomorrow.
He manages to get through the day without really thinking about it, busying himself with his delivery shifts and last-minute arrangements and checkups at the greenhouse, doublechecking tomorrow's schedule and booths, and generally watching out for anything that could go wrong with an event as big as a centennial. The gardening club isn't one of the largest clubs on campus, and they'll be dwarfed by the scale of the event itself, but he still wants to make sure things go as smoothly as possible.
His parents have succeeded in dodging any work emergencies or overtime this weekend, somehow, although Haruka is the one coming home a little late; they try to get the whole family at the dinner table a few times a week, and it's a cozy evening. It's just too bad it's hard to enjoy it through the migraine.
It affects him enough that his parents notice despite his best attempts at a poker face, and he's prodded off to bed early amid token protests. He does need to be at his best tomorrow. However... it's not just the headache, but the deja vu: when he snaps awake in the early morning with a knot in his throat and all his hairs stood on end he isn't even all that surprised.
Writing his name (Lenka Utsugi, not his name, but somehow his finger keeps moving), and then his answers down feels strangely familiar and strangely final. It's not a muscle memory, it's...
... the slow, bone-deep knowledge that death dogs his heels no matter what he chooses. Someday, he'll fall on the battlefield, just like all those around him and those who came before him -- but it won't be today. He's taking the first steps towards one of several bittersweet endings, but that doesn't matter for the moment, because they can finally create hope. Tangible, immense, safety that very few of them have ever known: Aegis.
Responsibility is heavy and strangely familiar, like the cape he sometimes wears on his shoulders. He doesn't think he knows how to lead, but at the very least he knows how to get there, and he can show that to his Unit -- to the people who are now family, in a strange and tentative way.
"Lenka, come have dinner at my house later," a boy in a bright and impractical outfit calls out to him. In a way, it's a last meal, but he knows an open door when he sees one. This one has always been there for him, warm and inviting.
He smiles gratefully back. They'll be okay. They're going to change the world.]
What is your name? Lenka Utsugi
Do you think the future is unavoidable? No.
Do you consider yourself a bad person? No.
Have you ever killed someone/something? Yes. Kill or be killed. I intend to eradicate Aragami from the surface of this Earth.
Did you enjoy it? Yes.
Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! It's like team bonding, we promise! I'll die in about 3 years. I chose it.
[... For a long time afterwards, he just stares at his phone. He doesn't even bother sending any other messages, because he's really not sure what to make of what he typed, or what came before that. Maybe he's been working and studying too hard. Too much reading about the ephemeral life of flowers or something. At least that would explain all the death in his hallucinations. He's never been particularly morbid.
He should have known today was the calm before the storm.]
Lenka Utsugi ⚔ Eligor
He manages to get through the day without really thinking about it, busying himself with his delivery shifts and last-minute arrangements and checkups at the greenhouse, doublechecking tomorrow's schedule and booths, and generally watching out for anything that could go wrong with an event as big as a centennial. The gardening club isn't one of the largest clubs on campus, and they'll be dwarfed by the scale of the event itself, but he still wants to make sure things go as smoothly as possible.
His parents have succeeded in dodging any work emergencies or overtime this weekend, somehow, although Haruka is the one coming home a little late; they try to get the whole family at the dinner table a few times a week, and it's a cozy evening. It's just too bad it's hard to enjoy it through the migraine.
It affects him enough that his parents notice despite his best attempts at a poker face, and he's prodded off to bed early amid token protests. He does need to be at his best tomorrow. However... it's not just the headache, but the deja vu: when he snaps awake in the early morning with a knot in his throat and all his hairs stood on end he isn't even all that surprised.
Writing his name (Lenka Utsugi, not his name, but somehow his finger keeps moving), and then his answers down feels strangely familiar and strangely final. It's not a muscle memory, it's...
... the slow, bone-deep knowledge that death dogs his heels no matter what he chooses. Someday, he'll fall on the battlefield, just like all those around him and those who came before him -- but it won't be today. He's taking the first steps towards one of several bittersweet endings, but that doesn't matter for the moment, because they can finally create hope. Tangible, immense, safety that very few of them have ever known: Aegis.
Responsibility is heavy and strangely familiar, like the cape he sometimes wears on his shoulders. He doesn't think he knows how to lead, but at the very least he knows how to get there, and he can show that to his Unit -- to the people who are now family, in a strange and tentative way.
"Lenka, come have dinner at my house later," a boy in a bright and impractical outfit calls out to him. In a way, it's a last meal, but he knows an open door when he sees one. This one has always been there for him, warm and inviting.
He smiles gratefully back. They'll be okay. They're going to change the world.]
What is your name?
Lenka Utsugi
Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No.
Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No.
Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes. Kill or be killed. I intend to eradicate Aragami from the surface of this Earth.
Did you enjoy it?
Yes.
Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! It's like team bonding, we promise!
I'll die in about 3 years. I chose it.
[... For a long time afterwards, he just stares at his phone. He doesn't even bother sending any other messages, because he's really not sure what to make of what he typed, or what came before that. Maybe he's been working and studying too hard. Too much reading about the ephemeral life of flowers or something. At least that would explain all the death in his hallucinations. He's never been particularly morbid.
He should have known today was the calm before the storm.]