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[clansman]

Date & Time: Saturday, Jan 4!
Location: anywhere you please!
Characters: Yata Misaki + Suoh Mikoto + YOU
Summary: . . . undetermined!
Warnings: irrelevant!

[ two of the regular transports today are out on an easy meandering path that'll take them across the landscape and, more importantly, set a bit of it on fire if it crosses them at the wrong moment.

what are you prepared to do about it at the varying points when you catch them in the act, exsilium?

a)
innocently building snowmen -- but the field seems patched with unexpected new flashes of ice. and in one case, at least, that's a really lopsided snowman--is one of those snowy heads listing onto a less-than-sturdy shoulder?

b)
today two figures are incautiously holding one of the Thames sharks down from where it's leapt out of a scorched hole in the river's ice. this is clearly taking a lot of effort. what do you do?

c)
whatever you like! yata & mikoto will be around and interfering anywhere, please feel free to make shit up! ]

[ ooc; please note that yata + mikoto will be replying separately to all tags! ]

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[clansman]

[ this is typically the cue for a cooler head to step in and remind yata that he doesn't really need to yell at inanimate objects to get his daily volume quota in --

but all they've got is mikoto, who glances perfunctorily over. ]

It's dead.

[ and inedible. :( implied, you don't have to beat it anymore. he exhales: a bare curl of breath, brief and smoke-like. louder, though without looking up -- ]

Thought you took yours already.

[battering]

[ yes it was dead, but that didn't stop it from getting its dead-germs near mikoto. in retrospect, that was all munakata... and yata scowls when he does look up. ]

Gross, it's you...

[ wow yata don't be rude. ]

[permit]

[ eh it's not like he hasn't been called worse ]

Return of lost property is your idea of a tip?

[ and there's something to his smile, as idle and empty as it is, that speaks of something slightly offended. he crouches down on the platform then, balancing on one knee as he cants his head -- it's a silly position, almost untidy, but it's as good a show as any if he's pressing the point that he's not taking any of this even remotely seriously. ]

Yata Misaki. [ because yeah. gross is the word of the day. ] Do you often make a habit of it?

[ a pause, a little like something loaded. ]

Talking to dead things.

[clansman]

[ there's a gentle crackle -- the fading of snow, their footprints denting slightly deeper into the river's ice. it slows after a moment, but the warming air's unmistakable. ]

You want somebody to talk to you for yours?