[pcs] yams

[ktiseos]

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w0, monday

[ktiseos]

[hewwo. emet-selch is hanging around the central area right now, taking a break from dealing with... whatever the hell is going on everywhere else. none of that, thank you! also he has this mask on now.

when yasusada shows up, he glances down to him, studying him for a moment, before recognition strikes.]

Ah. "Okuzawa Heisuke", was it? Or are we using your actual name now.

[there is the distinct impression of a raised brow, even with the mask.]

[aitou]

[Wearing Hyth's mask I see... homosexual behavior

Anyway yes, hello. Yasusada smiles sheepishly, running his fingers through his ponytail.]

My name's okay. Sorry... we're usually not supposed to tell people who we are.

[ktiseos]

[everyone has this kind it's not necessarily his!!]

And for what purpose must you keep yourselves hidden?

[aitou]

[it's definitely gay

Also me belatedly realizing that there's like almost no swords with masks so Yams is probably staring at it?? But then again he kind of has to crane his neck to stare anyway so maybe there's no difference there.]

Well, if the humans find out while we're in the past, it could change things and cause a lot of problems. So it's usually better if they don't know.

[laughs in kihongi]

[ktiseos]

While you are-- where?

[his brow furrows over the mask, there.]

I hope you do not mean this literally.

week 0, friday

[aitou]

[This is the funniest thing to ever happen

Anyway Yasusada is just having a pleasant day I guess??? Hello you weird giant you]

Emet-san! [he's not bothering with his full name I'm sorry] Did you see the message?

[ktiseos]

Emet-Selch.

[it's not any shorter to say -san!! he raises a brow, looking down at yasusada.]

But yes, I did. Whatever a... 'murder mystery' is.

[aitou]

[ignores him like a punkass Okitagumi]

I heard it's like a performance!

[ktiseos]

[he's gonna correct him every time...]

Well, I shall leave the rest of you to that, then.

[he's not interested]

[aitou]

[It will become a beautiful tradition]

You have to come! Kumon's nice, we have to go support his murder.

w0, saturday

[ktiseos]

[emet-selch IMMEDIATELY changes back into his black robes, thanks, so he is properly dressed when he runs into yasusada later. probably around the apartments somewhere.]

Finally. That felt as if it would never truly end.

[aitou]

[LOOK... Yasusada can be an idiot sometimes, sure, but he isn't overtly proud, and his stubbornness manifests in different ways. So while his first priority is his swords, he comes to find Emet--still in his suit, since he's had other priorities.]

I'm sorry. [Honestly, and straightforwardly.]

[ktiseos]

[-ah. well, that was unexpected, and emet-selch just blinks down at him for a moment or two.

then he just brusquely nods, brushing it off.]

-yes, well. Just see to it the same thing does not repeat itself.

[aitou]

[Yeah no they will absolutely still bully Emet into doing things but that's not important right now.]

I've never played that sort of game before, so I don't know for sure--but I don't think it was supposed to be that way.

[ktiseos]

[he fully assumed yasusada was apologizing for the bullying

-but fine, this works too.]

I certainly hope not. It seemed more a waste of time than a... 'bonding activity'.

w1, friday

[aitou]

[Well after that text yams is probably checking in on people to make sure they didn't mysteriously DIE TOO GOD]

Emet? [His voice is still strained and raspy, probably because he hasn't been resting it properly, though it sounds a little better than it did yesterday.] You're not hurt, right?

[ktiseos]

I am unharmed.

[he's giving yams a quick look-over, brow furrowed at the raspiness to his voice, but. he trusts he's been healed. not emet-selch's business if he hasn't been.]

As if putting several of you in such danger wasn't enough...

[aitou]

[He has been healed for uno hour... and now he is stuck in this injured body until Saturday night or Sunday, hilarious. He still has angry-looking scratches on his face, along with his cuts and his bandaged throat, but he could probably be a lot worse.]

You think the prism did something to him?

[ktiseos]

I know not whether it did so directly, or intentionally, but given what occurred just yesterday-- yes. I believe it to have been caused by this place.

[he knows what he's been told about humans, but there's just-- there's no reason. it makes no sense to think one would kill another, and so he does not.]

[aitou]

[Yasusada nods, taking that in. He, of course, is far more used to humans killing other humans--but it's true, there doesn't seem to be any reason that might happen here. Desperation, maybe, or an accident, but...]

They said he was in the healing pod, right? Maybe it stopped working.

w2, friday

[aitou]

[How dare dana get death on MY birthday weekend...... cruel

Anyway sad sword is here, being sad. Wherever Emet finds him, it's obvious that his usual energetic cheer is gone, replaced by a heavy melancholy--he isn't crying, but his gaze is distant, and for once he looks all of his 550 years.]

[ktiseos]

Yasusada.

[the melancholy is-- strange. it's so odd, not to see him bouncing around as usual, and with it being touch week, he finds there's an urge to reach out and rest a hand on his arm. head. something like that, wherever he can actually reach.

emet-selch restrains himself.]

You are troubled by it, are you not.

[aitou]

[At the very least, he doesn't seem to expect anything--in fact, he seems mostly lost in his own thoughts anyway.

How many times will he have to watch his people fall around him, while he remains helpless to prevent it?]

...I don't know how I feel. [He says, eventually. He lifts a hand, resting it on his chest.] In here... there's too much.

[ktiseos]

...mm. I expect I will be of little help; I have never been in such a situation.

[it's not the same. he'd been troubled, by the first murder, but he's been coming to terms with how these things work.]

But you likely do not have to determine it immediately.

[aitou]

[He looks, briefly, like he wants to say something--but he thinks better of it, shaking his head slightly.]

...They're all different, I think. Every situation. [Every death, especially for beings such as them.] You expect it, in a battle, but...

[But it's different, like this. With no opportunity to even try and save those you care about.]