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[scepterho]

Date & Time: December 16-ish? Anytime.
Location: Winter Wonderland!
Characters: Saruhiko Fushimi, acquaintances and whoever else feels like crashing
Summary: The moon sucks and he’s got a guy to stalk.
Warnings: Surliness.

( munakata never said fushimi couldn’t leave the moon base. he also never said to inform him of any future travel plans. and really, nothing the king could have said would have stopped him regardless, so here he is. he first procures a nice shack far away from too many people for a base of operations.

then he sets out on his journey. but this is a big frozen wasteland, and even certain extremely loud people can be hard to find. so along the way he may be spotted doing one of several things, like sitting at a fire and, uh, throwing knives at any cats or other small animals which approach to scare them off, or peering at a nearby yeti from around a tree. otherwise he’s just got the “stalking” look about him, slowly making his way around populated areas in an obvious investigation of some kind. )

( ooc: you can actually write whatever starter you want if you don’t like the sound of all that. do your worst. )

Comments

a loser for a loser

[redsea]

[ Kougyoku is lost.

In retrospect, looking for something to fight in a frozen wasteland alone was a really bad idea when you had zero survival skills and needed someone to constantly hold your hand. She just wanted to be useful! For the record, she isn't even that far from the building HOMRA's staying at, but she lost her sense of direction after running away from the knives certain people were throwing at some animals. Who knew this place could be so dangerous!?

Tears roll down her cheeks as she admits defeat until she spots a man wandering around the area. Maybe he knows where this place is! ...but she's too shy to approach, so she stalks him instead.

She isn't as good at it as Fushimi is. ]

losers' club

[scepterho]

( indeed she's not. )

I can hear you. ( the accusation is voiced as he turns around, quickly looking to see if he can either get a glimpse of his follower hiding behind something, or catch them red-handed. )

[redsea]

[ She hides by reflex a second too late, but knowing she was caught, she reveals herself. Her sleeves cover half her face in shame. ]

I'm sorry. Um, I'm lost. [ There's some hesitation before she asks, ] Where are you going? May I follow you?

[scepterho]

( ugh, a stupid girl. why him? )

Nowhere, really. ( he shoves his hands into his pockets. not approachable over here, nope. ) I just got here. Can't guarantee I can get you un-lost.

[redsea]

[ Because suffering always manages to find him. She stays where she is, though. He obviously doesn't want her to approach. ]

Oh. [ Disheartened by the news, she's almost afraid to ask her next question. ] Then can you help me look for someone instead? He's a little taller than I am, dresses strangely and he's rather loud.

[ What an awful description. ]

[battering]

[ yata had been told that the way to get further into mikoto's heart was through cooking good food. after their most recent talk, he needed that! desperately!

and so his hunt for a market began, or some place where he could trade to get ingredients for the perfect curry so they wouldn't have to eat yeti again, and why he was now glaring at two potatoes very seriously in a small crowd of people going by.

your stalking target led a very interesting life here. someone start the fighting soon. ]

[scepterho]

( ....oh my god, this is too good. fushimi's suddenly glad he gave up searching for yata angrily fighting some huge mammal out in the wild. this is worlds more entertaining.

he silently comes up from behind the crowd before speaking. how else, honestly. )

I have to say, domesticity doesn't really become you.

( guess who C: )

[battering]

[ for just a second, he thinks he may have just been hearing that annoying voice. but why would he even be thinking about fushimi?!

hint: he wouldn't.

his glare switches over to the sneaky traitor... and just like that he makes his choice of spud, reaching to try and shove the one he didn't want against fushimi's cheek. ]

Ugh, who let you down here?

[scepterho]

( please, he let himself down here. )

Or maybe it does. ( he allows the slug with the potato, chuckling under his breath at the gesture. ) What's this, your chosen weapon? I'm terrified.

( and he gladly takes the unwanted potato off yata's hands. )

Stalking a stalker

[deadlybanker]

[It was the motions the young man made that attracted his attention. The way he peeked out from behind things and moved through the crowds like he was searching for something, or maybe some one?

Giovanni fell into step behind the lad. Curious, as to just what he might be up to.

The assassin had many years of training at stalking and trailing, it was simple enough to step behind a tree or fade into a crowd to avoid detection. Though he found himself wishing for more rooftops. Running along those was the far simpler way of keeping some one under surveillance. But still, following this man proved an interesting journey.

Throwing knives at a cat? It was tempting to return that in kind, to launch a knife at his feet just to see what the reaction might be... but that could become problematic. Instead the finally walked out of the shadows, all calm and even-natured, approaching him as 'only a simple banker' instead of an assassin.]

The small animals offend you signore?

stalkerception?!

[scepterho]

( on occasion fushimi had gotten the feeling that he wasn't the only one doing the observing, but every time he'd stop, turn around, or peer into crowds, he wouldn't find anything suspicious.

by the time he's outside by his fire, he's more or less forgotten about it until the newcomer approaches. coincidence? possibly. he seems harmless enough, at least for now.

he just shrugs at the question. ) They're bothersome. And I have no food for them, anyway.

( plus, you know, target practice. but he didn't want to hurt them, just scare them! )

:P Absolutely! A stalker has to stalk someone after all.

[deadlybanker]

[He hadn't been asked, but it was beginning to get more chilly than it had been earlier in the day. Giovanni walked over and took a seat next to the man's fire. ]

Still, seems a waste for the knife. Have you attempted any hunting with it?

[scepterho]

( he squints a little when the older man takes a seat, but it's not like he told the guy he couldn't approach. or like he really cares enough to make him leave. )

It's my first day here; haven't needed to yet.

[skilful]

[ Totsuka has been behaving. This means no wandering away too far from the place they've deemed their base (temporary or not) and it also means he's been bored enough to pick up multiple hobbies in order to curb the boredness.

One of them includes snowmen.

There are a few all lined up quite close to where HOMRA has been staying at, in different shapes and sizes, with different expressions ... with different animal ear headbands. The mastermind behind these snowmen, currently in the midst of making yet another one by rolling a ball of snow, looks up just in time to catch sight of Fushimi. Smiling, he waves and calls out, ]

Oh, Fushimi! Good afternoon~ Are you free? Come over and help me!

[scepterho]

( for all that fushimi successfully rebuffed totsuka's attempt to integrate him into the hive-mind that is homra in the past.....well, he's also got a small history of being a pushover wherever the guy is concerned.

but no more! even if he was dead and even though fushimi is finally seeing him in person for the first time since then, no more! he had just been walking up to the strange line of snowmen to investigate when their maker came into his view, rolling the snow up closer to where he's standing.

yes, he was expecting to run into totsuka at some point after the message to his tablet, but...seeing him in person is another story. after the deja vu passes, he recovers from what is probably an awkward stare and shakes his head insistently. )

I'd rather not. You seem to be doing just fine yourself.

[skilful]

[ he's been getting a lot of that lately.

a lot meaning two people but of course it's more than enough to tip him off that Fushimi is aware of whatever it is Suoh knows and it's something to do with him. he suspects -- but it's not enough yet.

(and he's not really certain he wants to know.)

Totsuka smiles as Fushimi rejects him. this he had certainly expected! so he just laughs, patting the ball he had been in the middle of rolling. ]

Four hands are better than two. Right now, I'm making Fushimi-kyun!

[scepterho]

( oh god, it really is exactly like the old days. no, totsuka-san, if he wanted to put up with this he wouldn't have left!

he just rolls his eyes and gives a pathetic sigh, though. ) I hope that's not referring to me.

[clansman]

[ fires aren't unusual these days.

the knife, however, is: it strikes the snow a few meters ahead, and seconds later a cat goes yowling headlong as it skids past (and practically over) mikoto's boots on its way into the underbrush.

of course he heads over to toe the knife, and to look past, to its thrower. ]

. . . hah. Hunting?

[scepterho]

( fushimi's about to move to retrieve the knife, stopping himself when he shows up.

no, go away. turn around and walk away, you're not who he wants to see!

he hopes that sentiment properly comes across in his short reply. )

Getting rid of pests. ( pointed glare, does he mean the cat or someone else. )

[clansman]

( one look's worth of silence, consideration and sleepy-eyed indifference, before he approaches the fire. )

On your own, huh.

[scepterho]

What's that to you?

( it's true, he's here without mikoto's kingly illicit lover. sorry to disappoint. )

... dec 17th, maybe ):

[permit]

[ "peering at a nearby mammoth** from around a tree." fixed the typo for you!

anyway, there's this: a voice, sudden and unmuffled and unannounced by crunching of snow. ]

Are you admiring the local fauna, Fushimi-kun?

[scepterho]

( ah yes, mammoths! there are those too.

fushimi startles a bit--disembodied voices now? this place is making him go insane. but...alas, no. his boss is just being a creepy stalker again. he lets munakata know how he feels about the interruption with a silent scowl, before turning to watch the mammoth some more. )

"Admiring" isn't the word I'd use, exactly. ( no, it's the word munakata would use. and the fact that munakata is admiring a mammoth can't possibly bode well for him. )

[permit]

[ . . . IT TAKES A CREEPY STALKER TO KNOW A CREEPY STALKER. ]

Hunting, perhaps?

[ or hiding, he doesn't say. he trains his gaze on the woolly elephant in a quiet assessment, it seems, from the way he tacks on - ]

You might be biting off a little more than you can chew.

[scepterho]

( that's funny because this mammoth is actually getting in the way of his intended stalking!

he concedes a single "heh" at munakata's comment. ) I don't know. We hunted them to extinction before just using spears. ( and not kings' auras. )