exsiliumlogs | (no subject) (part 2)

He heard the way that her footfalls didn't match up, but he didn't look back to make certain that she was alright. Elza was sure on her feet, and it would be like nothing for her to recover. It meant that she hadn't actually thought to consider the war effort at all, and he supposed that spending that long running, being alone would be the only choice. He had had freedom to make his own choices in that regard.

He stopped dead at her words, turning his head to stare at her, and his eyes searched her bearing and expression for signs of mockery. Was she simply throwing his words back into his face about her place? She did like to twist things after all, tug him along until he stumbled onto her truth, but he thought himself wiser now. He was the Guild Master though, even if he hadn't taken a formal role just yet.

He rubbed his chin with the back of his gloved hand, staring at her still before nodding his head. "Then if the decision is mine, I will research the need for the Howling Voice Guild to be involved. Until then, consider yourself free to make your own decisions. When my decision comes, it will be ironclad."

Perhaps I am assuming. [It was possible, for she didn't know much about the worlds with far more technologically advance.]

Do you consider me one of those green snobs? [Stepping up closer, she peered at Blaine through her bangs.] Tell me about your world then.

[ she'll put a pretty fair amount of effort into it at least

Yeah, she can tell that he's not actually convinced so much as temporarily dropping it, and that's a little bit frustrating, but it'll work for now and give her time to figure out a more convincing explanation. ] Not alcohol, it dehydrates you. No wonder the sun's been hitting you hard, you need just plain water.

Elza continued to walk alongside Clive until he stopped dead in his tracks. Walking a few paces ahead, she too joined him as she stopped and turned back to regard him. There wasn't much choice in what she could do in that regard. She couldn't leave him alone again. While she knew that she'd be strong enough to continue on without him to protect him as best as she could, but she had seen the emotion and the fear within his eyes when he'd asked if she'd leave him again. That had been the deciding factor in her decision within her mind, and she couldn't bring herself to destroy Clive once again.

"You'll have to get used to making all the decisions," the gunner said, that same flirtatious smile curving on her lips. The sound of her boots crunching on the gravel was heard as she closed the distance between them until she came to a stop right in front of Clive. Peering up at him, that flirtatious smile eased into something far more honest. "If you truly see me still as a Guild member, then I will support you as your Knight Class Gunner and will follow your word without question."

Sure—I'll help.

[The formality's left him slightly taken aback, but he'll tether the horse to a tree nearby and make for the tent. There really isn't much to pack; even the tent looks like it'll fit under an arm once dismantled. Kazu gives it a considering look as he moves to free a pole up.]

Wonder if they'll let us bring this stuff back with us.

He knew her smiles well, the teasing little flirt that she was hid behind it to delay decisions or to pull out information. She did it very well, but he was unmoved by it this time. There was something lurking beneath the surface of her, perhaps a need to be close though he doubted it went so far as to be a need to be commanded. She liked it, but perhaps not with him as Guild Master. She was just a fit for the position as he.

"I suppose that I will," he said thoughtfully, chewing on the words as he reflected a little on his old friend Kelley who had made decisions before him. "Then it appears that the details are cleared up. We will see what this war is about and I will make my decision clear."

And what did interest you in your youth?

Clive didn't reject her claims when she spoke of being connected to the Guild. If it had been anyone else besides Clive, she never would have considered giving her loyalty to any of them. They didn't deserve it, only the man in front of her did. He deserved so much more than she could ever give him. He deserved Kelley. She would do whatever was necessary to return him to Clive, even if the gunner knew well that it was imposible.

"Until then I can make my own decisions, right?" Elza asked in return while remaining in close to where he stood. Whatever was on her mind was impossible to read on her expression, which meant that Clive had two choices right now.

[He looks down at her, lips quirking upwards a bit more, closer to a smirk.]

No, I don't. In my world, we have running water, electricity, and we get our food from the grocery store. You can live from well water, have solar energy, and grow your own food, but for most people it's not possible.

The Guild would be his soon enough, and as he had begun thinking beyond his grief, he knew that he would have to have vengeance. However, if the Elders were willing to sacrifice two Knight Class Gunners in such a manner then he wondered if he too would become a sacrifice. He would have to act smart, cow-tail to the Elders until he could pull the lies from them and then he could put every aspect of his training to good use. For the first time, he would fight to change the Guild rather than let it just change him.

He absently nodded his head at her question, not entirely listening or picking up on her silent cues. He could use this place as an opportunity to cement how he would rule the Guild. "Do as you please," he finally said, sighing as he began to pull himself from thought.

[Yosuke wobbles in the fence when Kanji calls out to him, and nearly topples over into the dusty ring.]

Jeez! Don't do that so suddenly. You're an unnerving guy to be snuck up on by, you know that?

[That certainly earns a smile. Laurana certainly knows how to give complements.]

You flatter me. Your name is lovely as well, though it is not from any Elven tongue I know. You do not hail from Arda, I assume.

[Shinji tugs free the other pole and the tent crumples to the ground. He gets to work on the other one.]

Is it... worth taking back? [Honestly, what would you do with a can of stale biscuits and a tent when you have mutant future food and apartments??]

[Yosuke glances over, and grins lazily at Sakura. He's probably been in the sun too long, but at least he snagged a hat from somewhere to keep his brains at least al dente.]

Legs, how've you been? You'd better sit down, your thighs are getting the sun in my eyes.

[It's callous, but his tone is friendly and genuine as if he's not fully aware of it. He even pats the fence right beside where he's sitting, trying to lure her over for a chat.]

To tell you the truth, though, I've never even seen one in person before. They're big...and they kind of smell. But their noses are the softest thing you can imagine. Wanna see?

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He wasn't paying attention to her cues. She knew that she shouldn't have been thinking of such things, but it was so tempting to see his reaction. Clive, the only one surviving who would ever claim her heart, and now he was giving her such freedom to make her own decisions. He needed to be aware of his surroundings, aware of how she worked, and how to properly handle her now that he was Guild Master.

Do as she pleased?

Elza did just that, and without hesitation, she closed the distance between them as her lips came up to press against his in a kiss. There was nothing beyond an innocent press of lips to show even a hint of what they used to be, before the gunner murmured softly against his lips. "We used to be more than friends, handsome," she softly said while her breath brushed over the softness of his lips. "Are you sure you want to give me such freedom?"

[Hello, what's this? Naoto's shape has a certain...definition. Now, that's new. Yosuke licks his lips and slides off the fence, suddenly far less interested in the horses. Something more interesting has just come up, after all.]

They aren't Leppizaners.

[Don't stare, don't stare, don't st-ooh. Was that an inhale? Very nice.]

It's not as if the royal court needs to appoint someone to ride them, right? Besides, that's what horses are for.

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Does it come as a surprise that some of those words mean nothing to me?

[Camp out in the wastelands and feed the biscuits to mutant future animals, as is the Kogarasumaru way. Tent now fully uprooted, he starts rolling it into bundle. No point in folding it properly when they'll be setting it up again soon.]

Can't hurt, right? Me and my best friend's been thinking of going to see what's outside the city.

Clive was jarred back to the present time when he felt Elza's breath against his cheeks a moment before her lips pressed against his own. He froze, not because he didn't like the contact but because it had been so long since they had last shared such a thing. It had been the night before Kelley's death and things had felt vastly different and care-free then. Yet, her kiss was the same, her lips just as soft and warm as he remembered... in the end, nothing had really changed.

He craned his neck a little, pressing his lips back to silence her words before she asked that question. He slowly withdrew from the kiss, regarding her soberly for a moment before he lifted a hand and traced his fingers across the scar that marred her facial features. "A Gunner such as you works best with room to maneuver. I know your strengths best, so you're freedom will remain. Ultimately, my word is still law to you... and we both know it now."

[ Were they not sweltering through some historic New Mexico summer, today would've been Miles Edgeworth's twenty-first birthday ... in a manner of speaking. He'd only turned twenty a month before he'd been whisked away to Exsilium, so in all technicality he was twenty and a half. It was best not to get too bogged down in the details, however -- he'd been told that sometimes the simplest perspective was the best perspective, and in situations like this, Edgeworth was finally starting to understand this advice.

So, in conclusion, he was now twenty-one. Not that anyone, barring Collette and Franziska (possibly Phoenix Wright, but Edgeworth strongly doubted that the man had any memory for dates) would care.

Edgeworth didn't.

To him, this was just another day, albeit a strange one, on some mission to the past to swing a vote. He'd tried to do his part as well as he can, espousing the importance of democracy to anyone who'd listen and lending his support to Mr. Jackson's candidacy. This was not, however, his element, and he was beginning to miss his office, however frustrating work had been these past few weeks, he was beginning to miss the comforts of home. Odd, to think of Exsilium as such, but so much had changed since he had first arrived there, and Edgeworth rather thought - despite the evidence to the contrary - that it was entirely too strange to forget. ]

There was a sense of freedom and nostalgia when she found him pressing his lips back in return. It could have been so easy for her to slip back into those more pleasant memories, but it was something that she could never allow. She had to live in the present. Doing anything otherwise would only dishonour what she had with Clive and Kelley, and they both meant far too much to her.

His lips disappeared a moment later, and she felt a spark of regret and desire flare up within. Remaining where she was as his hand rose, and she felt the press of his fingers along the scar across her face. She raised her hand to touch against his side, where she knew a large scar hid beneath the material, and peered up at his response.

"So, this is the type of Guild Master you'll be?" She asked while her fingers stroked the hidden scar. "I can say that I rather like the thought."

[Shinji picks up the bag of food and gives Kazu a curious look. Who would want to go out of the city? Wasn't that dangerous?]

What for?

His fingers reached the end of her scar, remembering well how it had come to pass before he was keenly aware of her fingers pressing in against his side. He knew what was there, what her fingers traced but said nothing about it. He had learned to live with that scar of his and hadn't let it hinder him in any way while in combat.

"There is a time and a place to reel in the Knight and Squire Gunners, but what good Gunners they will be if a Guild Master knows how to employ them so they will give their very best..." he trailed off, his fingers hooking under her jaw and forcing her face up so he could imagine her scar in the moonlight. "I've decided... the Guild will hold pride and fear equal regard. It will return to following the will of Sturm... and currently Sturn hungers for justice, Guild brand justice for wrongs done against its choice."

Leaning down, he caught her lips in a much less chaste kiss, crushing their lips together as his fingers dug into the soft flesh under her jaw. Once he had felt that he had bruised them enough, he withdrew and stepped around her to continue off into the night. "...I need to re-salt my pelts before bed."

Still keeping my fingers crossed for a mission in the Bahamas. Something modern, preferably something with swimsuits.

[She sits for a beat, drops a few bottles back in.] Thanks, by the way.

[The tent gets slung over the back of the horse, and off they go! Turns out their own camp site isn't that far from here, so this shouldn't take long.]

Just wanna see if it's really full of weird shit out there, I guess. [ A pause, but just when it sounds like he's leaving it at that: ] ...And you get kinda sick of staying in one place all the time.

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