exsiliumlogs | (no subject) (part 2)

[She doesn't fight him for it, though he gets a somewhat mild stare.]

Seriously, you're just never going to lighten up, are you?

[Axel can't quite figure out why this person seems so exasperated by the fact that he doesn't know who he is. He seems almost distraught about it, and there's a little part of him that almost sort of kind of wants to feel bad about it. Almost. Sort of. Kind of. After all, he'd be pretty disappointed if someone as cool as him didn't know who he was, either, but...

[Well, he had a point. Axel knew he was fairly distinctive and didn't really suppose there was anyone else around who looked enough like him to be mistaken for him (though there was that guy he'd fought in the ruins... but his hair was all wrong). Pursing his lips, he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.]

Look, ah... I really don't think we've met; I mean, I'm pretty good with faces. [He taps his temple.] Usually I have them memorized. [And then he folds his arms.] Where did this alleged ventilation-duct ambush even happen? [Had he been on a mission somewhere? Had he been to this guy's world or something?]

It's a good thing I love you enough for the both of us. Can I ride on your back?

( Sakura clucks to the horses, most of them ignoring this past a few curious glances and general shifting to the far side. Some of the lazier ones hold still as she tugs him along, until they're sidling up to a likely enough mare.

She snorts, eying them both. Her tail flicks at the flies. )

Go on, you should say hello! She looks friendly.

( Pooling chakra in her hands is as natural as breathing after this long. She doesn't need physical contact, per say, but to avoid roving hands over wounds she hasn't seen, she places one hand on his shoulder and directs her chakra based on her knowledge of anatomy.

She's cautious, eyes narrowing in concentration as the warm, almost tingling energy spread out from his shoulder through the rest of his torso.

What she finds, she encourages to knit, a direct energy bolstering that ultimately will leave them both famished and thirsty, depending on the severity. There's no limit on her access to chakra, collar she wore under her nondescript bandana around her neck catching some of the light at last as she leans forward. )

What happened to you?

( She asks, attention divided between her patient and keeping herself aware of her surroundings and the people within them. )

( Sakura watches Rin... and nods. )

Good to know where you stand on things.

[Charlie makes a noise low, low, low in his chest like the tired growl of an animal totally inured to their situation. The questions prompts him to drain what's left of his pint and waving the barman down for anyway, weekly allowance be damned.

No, it's not that bad. Really it isn't. But--]

Teenage girls are a mystery wrapped in a enigma. They don't even make sense - get just absolutely fussed over the tiniest things. They leave their crap strewn round the whole flat, but god forbid I throw my jacket somewhere it inconveniences them. It's a bloody nightmare. The state of the washroom alone--

[He makes a vague gesture with his hands, mouth pressed into a thin line. There aren't even words for the things he's seen, Drake.]

He tested the horse first while he held the reins. He did not expect it would be the same like the Toksa horses. Once he knew how the horse acted, he cautioned Elissa.

"I'm going to go fast now."

After that, he sent the horse on a gallop. Ico did not think it was a fast horse, especially with two people on it, but he was exhilarated. He looked for Atticus to see how he fared against the horse.

"I'll need to take it for a little while. You got anything else to wear?"

He didn't know how much he could fix yet, but maybe he could make patches for the worse parts. On the other hand, it would take time, and he couldn't leave the kid without a shirt while he fixed things up for him.

"That sounds like some bad motherfucking mojo you up and got the drop down on."

But he smiled wide at that, pleased with the story. "And that must be a bitchtits mark to be breaking you out of that box."

She shrugs one shoulder noncommittally. "I prefer not to draw human blood, that's for sure," she admitted, "but diplomacy has never been my forté." She gives a bit of a laugh then. "And no, all I really succeeded in doing was starting a couple of bar fights. Seems the folks around here don't think it's a woman's place to tell a man what to do, least of all on the subject of politics."

She rolled her eyes. How positively primeval.

"How about you?" she asked, shifting her weight and resting her rifle against her shoulder. "Swayed any votes yet?"

This time silence follows. She doesn't say a word, doesn't have a word to say if she wanted, just rolls back over all the evidence she'd brushed off that supports his confession: the frigid skin he'd claimed was all poor circulation, near superhuman capabilities, even being able to beat her at her own game suddenly seems like a product not of skill, but-- but what, even? Immortality? Inhuman, unliving, artificial, supernatural nonsense that shouldn't even exist and she-- oh Jesus Christ she'd had her mouth on him. She'd slept with him, stupidly, blindly in his own goddamn bed where he could have easily turned on her in the flash of an eye...

Chloe feels sick. Sick and naive for having trusted him when her initial instincts had driven for her to just go while she had the chance. And angry. God, so bloody livid at having been deceived. Like it isn't her job to do the same, like she'd never had to keep the truth in.

But it wasn't like this, was it? Lying about a job isn't like lying about teeth or claws or sucking the life out of someone in their sleep. Shit.

She pushes off her saddle, climbs down the side of her horse so she has room to pace, to vent out the rush of emotion that's already shot her train of thought to hell and back. "--you couldn't have told me a bit sooner? Jesus fucking-- Henry, you--"

...[Something about the way he says it cues her in. He's tired, wan-- possibly just as much as she is. Might as well skip the conversational games and get right to the heart of it.] so, care to talk about what's really going on in your life that made your holidays hell this time around?

Henry knots his reins on the saddle horn and follows her to the ground, though he keeps his distance and gives her route wide berth as he steps out from between the horses. "If our positions were reversed, would you want to advertise the fact you were a monster? I'm not proud of what I am, Chloe. I'm telling you now because I trust you, and it's become clearer and clearer that you trusted me."

[ Kougyoku is taken aback. That's really kind of him. She takes the fruit and gives him a gentle smile in return. ]

Thank you, Aladdin. I believe in them as well... [ She quickly hides her smile and takes a bite out of the apple. ]

You know, I hear that there are many snakes in this region. Have you seen any? [ No matter how you look at it, she's clearly thinking of Sphintus. ]

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"Well I'd sure as hell say something before I--" There's a sharp growl to her voice, all strained and high pitched, and she can't even get to the edge of the sentence before she's dropped her face down into her palms with a wheezing, bitter sort of laugh. He'd only just begun to realize it. She'd put her mouth on a corpse and now he decides she ought to know,

"What the hell did you think I was doing at your flat, Henry? Huh?" Three steps back and forth before Chloe stops again and snaps "What did you think I was doing??"

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"I left everything else back in Exsilium."

The Initiative did not give him much time to prepare. All he brought was his usual weaponry, bow, and arrows.

"I don't mind. I'll leave my Mark on."

Ico smiled because Gamzee smiled. The sharp teeth did not disturb him. While he remained confused, Ico was slowly beginning to understand him more.

"It's blessed with the Light," he said in an agreeing tone, assuming that Gamzee was complimenting the Mark.

"Gamzee, have you met the other trolls here? There's a lot. Do you know them?"

( he shouldn't be surprised at how she cuts to the chase, and he's - not, really, but there's still an almost amused tick of his lips when she does. )

Surprisingly, ( he says sardonically, something sharp-edged in it ) my holidays were quiet "this time around." I wouldn't call it a first, but it was something of a change.

( terrible things happening on christmases, maybe it's some kind of a joke; and now he's left dealing with his memories, as broken and unreliable as they are, and trying to find a way to live with them. )

[ Fortunately, they're well beyond the period of frequent witch hunts!! ]

Ehehe... Well, here we are. [ They make it to their campsite unnoticed. Only the sounds of crackling firewood, the desert breeze and Ikki's snoring can be heard. It's hardly picturesque.

Once Kazu helps her off the horse, Kougyoku fidgets before speaking up. ] I - I can't thank you enough for this, to be honest. Not just for helping me, but hearing me out. [ It's not something that happens often. ] Sorry, I keep thanking you over and over... Please just ignore it.

YES.

( comes the immediate answer from underneath a nearby table where ikki's clawing to get himself back up to his feet. no one had managed to hit him yet, but his balance had been shot somewhere after the last three drinks. you see, just because he was in the middle of flinging tables and punching bar patrons didn't mean that he was ready to stop drinking yet. )

FUCK THESE GUYS.

Oooooooooi! Who the fuck are you calling an idiot?

( and just like that, ikki's flinging a stick in her direction. )

You've got to address the Sky King with respect, peasant!

( ikki doesn't bother to get up though, content to continue laying in the dirt and picking his nose. )

Yoooo. Welcome to Camp Kogarasumaru!

( he flaps his hand in the air limply. kazu sent him, yeah? good job, good job. he's been looking for new minions, but. . . this guy didn't really seem up to par though. o well, he'll take it out on this newbie and kazu's body later if he fails to impress. )

It's fine if you wanna stay, we got room for ya.

"Letting off steam? Having a good time? Fucking isn't the most intimate thing we've done." No, it was their short exchange at the masquerade, where while even having an inkling of how dangerous he is, she trusted him to take care of her friend in need.

Henry adjusts his hat to give his eyes better shade.

"I'm too old and I've done it far too often to be sorry I didn't tell you before taking you to bed. But I am sorry knowing has made you regret it, and I don't blame you. If I were in your place, I would put a stake through my heart right now."

[She tilts her head as she listens, considers it, and then realizes he's not given her what she's after just yet. Though it's certainly a start, and she hasn't missed the memo about Christmas in his life.]

All right, let me rephrase, then: what's up your bum?

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