018 || Of Learning, Sharing and Transparency

[crimsonmischief]

Oh my~

[The handwriting appears slower and more clumsily than usual for those who are familiar with Crimson's. It might have something to do with the fact seeing his journal through his hand is a bit disconcerting. Or maybe he's drunk.]

I think I shall be spending the next couple of days in this Wilderness~♥ Bastet-san, care to join me~?

[Oddly enough, those who are able to sense his reiatsu will find him in the Scavenger's Yard rather than the Wilderness he said he's in.]

_{{OOC: Backdated to morning of the 30th.}}

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[treeleopardess]

[Doesn't immediately bother to search for his reiatsu, and is just mildly amused]

You're starting the party early, aren't you?

[crimsonmischief]

Well, they certainly can't start the party without me~!

[treeleopardess]

Ah, so that's why you're starting so early. How considerate of you.

[crimsonmischief]

I do try~! Do come join me, won't you, Bastet-san~?

_{[Is he usually this pushy?]}

[treeleopardess]

Kisuke, can't it wait?

[sighs; if he's drunk this early, he shouldn't be in the wilderness by himself]

Let me just get dressed.

[crimsonmischief]

Hai, hai~!

_{[He'll just wait here patiently and write down all that he learned in his journal just in case.]}

[treeleopardess]

[It doesn't take her long to get dressed, and she takes the elevator to the third floor.]

[Then pauses before stepping out; Kisuke doesn't seem to be on this floor at all. As faint as his energy signature is, it's clearly down in the Scavenger's Yard. Did he move? Or had he lied in the first place?]

[With a small frown, she presses the button for the fifth floor, quickly heading out as soon as the doors open.]

[crimsonmischief]

<sub>[Crimson smiles slightly as he feels her reiatsu draw closer, holding back a chuckle when she pauses on the third floor. So it would seem his deception skills were still in top form then, good.

When she finally reaches his floor, he waits for her to draw close before sticking his head out. From a pile of junk.]</sub>

Ah, Bastet-san, how kind of you to join me~

[treeleopardess]

[Her faint sense of annoyance at having been misled gives way to alarm at his appearance; his face is translucent, the light of the Yard clearly visible through his skin.]

[She goes pale with shock, her mouth dropping open.]

What--what happened to you?

[crimsonmischief]

_{[Chuckling nervously, he carefully reaches out with the pen and tucks it under her chin to make her close her mouth. It's not an easy task, but Crimson manages to pull it off without too much obvious trouble.]}

Oh, simply a case of give and take in the Wilderness~

[treeleopardess]

[she frowns as he closes her mouth, then reaches out to take his wrist--]

[--only for her blood to run cold as her fingers go through him. She draws back her hand, inhaling silently.]

Souji's message. [she'd seen the journal entry and knew Kisuke would go,despite the risk] Did it happen to everyone there?

[crimsonmischief]

_{[There's an apologetic smile at that before he tilts his head in thought.]}

I believe so, yes.

_{[Except for Souji, of course.]}

[treeleopardess]

[Her mind races; with any luck this is temporary, and they'll all be back to normal soon.]

[She's glad they weren't killed (as she's unaware of Souji's death), but this is still unsettling]

What did he tell you, then?

[crimsonmischief]

_{[A hum.]}

That the black king and white king were siblings~

[treeleopardess]

[that brings her up short]

...I see. That's very interesting.

[Fugue and the Exile were siblings? They'd been dragged into a war that amounted to sibling contention gone horribly wrong? It would be laughable if it wasn't all so horrifying.]

And it reminds me of something, but I can't think what.

[crimsonmischief]

Oh~?

[treeleopardess]

Yeah...

[she stares at him for a bit, deep in thought]

Something about siblings...

[she pauses once again]

I got a memory about two kids once, and I didn't recognize either of them. One had fallen out of a treehouse, and the other was crying about it. I wonder if it was them.

[crimsonmischief]

_{[Crimson's eyebrows shot up at that, and he made no effort to hide it from her.]}

Are you sure? Did the crying boy perhaps have golden eyes?

[treeleopardess]

[blinks]

Yeah. You saw them too?

[crimsonmischief]

Okita-san did. And I had noticed that you're not the only one with such charming eyes~

[treeleopardess]

No, mine are definitely more charming.

[If the children had been Fugue and the Exile, it stood to reason that he'd model his escape after a place that had apparently been important to them as children.]

[She couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong as to turn them so firmly against each other.]

[crimsonmischief]

_{[That got an amused chuckle out of Crimson as he watched her ponder of this piece of information.]}

Yes, I have to agree that I do tend to prefer Bastet-san's~

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Do I even want to know?

[crimsonmischief]

Oh you know, a pub here, a pub there... and lots of pretty ladies!

But don't worry, Genius-san, my heart shall remain yours foreeeeeeever~♥

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

There's pubs in the wilderness? I didn't even know you drank.

The thought never crossed my mind.

[crimsonmischief]

There are quite a lot of them~! And I do, on occasion! Did you know that ice cream and alcohol get along excellently?