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[themerryway]

Date & Time: March 13th, late evening
Location: Unit 105
Characters: Euphemia & Lelouch
Summary: SIBLING REUNION
Warnings: to be added

[ Things are a bit of a blur as she is rushed along. Euphie pads down the hall and finds the place she is meant to stay for her time here. It is quiet and as the person who brought her here departs, Euphemia looks up at the number as though making sure. She struggles a little bit with the handle, balancing the objects in her arms. But she manages it.

Stepping inside, the first thing she notices is that it is a shabby place. Of course it would be shabby to her-- she is used to palaces and sprawling gardens after all-- but Euphie does not turn up her nose.

And the second thing she notices is her brother. ]

... Lelouch?

Comments

[destructivedemiurge]

And that one part is what sets you apart from the others.

[ When she asks her question, he reviews his options at lightning speed. If she's already deduced that options like that are available, and if she's known him for so much longer than anyone else, then it makes no sense to attempt to conceal his weaponry around her - even assuming he wanted to, which he does not. Is that her power? No, this is just Euphie, through and through. Best case scenario, he retains sole ownership of the knowledge of his weapon; anything but, and he loses her her trust.

He chuckles, a dark little sound. ]

...no, of course not. No matter how powerful it may be, in the end a physical weapon is only that - a weapon, good for brute strength alone.

[ He reaches down, plucking the notebook off the floor in a single elegant motion before flipping through. The pages are all filled, line after line of notes on every person he's been able to gather data on, and he snaps it shut with an audible whumph. ]

But... If we are given strength-

[ And there is strength here, bishops and rooks and pawns beyond number. He rolls the notebook in his palm, pointing lazily at the gun as an illustration. ]

And paired with a heart capable of tempering it-

[ He stands, leaving the gun behind and pacing to the door. What a perfect word it is for her, to temper! She could soften steel with a word, and yet no sword would be more expertly wielded than the ones that had a chance to protect her. ]

Then only one obstacle remains.

[ All the pieces have been set on the board. The rules have been dictated, the core of the game is intact, the turn order has been decided. He turns back to Euphemia, that calm smile almost tilting into a smirk.

The only spot left is for the player himself. ]

There must be a mind to unite and coordinate them all.

[themerryway]

[ Euphemia takes a moment to consider what he's said, after laughing briefly-- a wind chime in the gentle breeze-- and nodding. ]

So... you're saying you picked your mind?

[destructivedemiurge]

Of course. We have no need for more firepower just yet.

[ And then, flawlessly, he moves into the next topic. ]

Ah - I don't suppose you've had a chance to meet our new roommate yet?

[themerryway]

[ She shakes her head. ]

I haven't... I only just got here, so I haven't had a chance. Have you? Are they nice?

[destructivedemiurge]

In a manner of speaking. More odd than anything, really. She offered me protection if I were to ever need it, though, so... if nothing else there's that.

[ He breathes in, breathes out - forces himself to idly twirl the pencil between his fingers. Every last movement is calculated, every reaction and observation a front.

He looks up and smiles at her. ]

Tenshi Hinanai- Japanese, isn't it?

[ If the Geass still applies, this is the deciding moment. ]