generalflirt | ~♥THIRTY-EIGHT♥~

~♥THIRTY-EIGHT♥~

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[So having got back from the mission on the late 23rd, Masaomi allowed himself roughly a day to detox. He didn't even really go to do his training regime. He just went around town seeing who he could talk to and generally enjoying being back in this village. Because he does, well... like it, these days. (if you want to have your character run into him on the 24th that's cool)

But sometime on the 24th or today on the 25th, he goes to visit Mikado... and Mikado's not there. He tries the journal, and he's- gone.

Gone home, that is. Again. He stares in shock for a moment, wondering what he should feel like. He's surprised by how he can't really feel anything but a general moroseness. He's not violently enraged like last time. He's not even totally sad, really. Mikado might have been his best friend at home, but he feels so incredibly distanced from that home, that life, and that destiny, going into the future, that he knows he's going back to. What he's learned and fought with Mikado about doesn't make it any better. So on the 25th, Masaomi seeks out Anri to talk with her before going to see if there's anything neat in the item shop. He then goes back to his apartment, having found something neat (feel free to run into him during this too if you want)]

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Hey, Luceti. [Maaomi is now on the roof of his building. It's early evening, and he's propped the book up to see him sitting here in a chair. he has a flare gun in his hand and he's looking at the sky] It seems I'm the last man standing from Ikebukuro now. Weird how that works, huh?

[And then he points the flare gun straight up and shoots it - a flare into the night, like Men do (feel free to have your character action-react to a flare being shot up from the roof of C1 too). He then goes to cut off the recording

He then goes to send a message to MARS, in particular to CJ to try to summon him and haggle about a price on something]

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No... or, not in the same way you're thinking of. I... I felt alone with my people once they all knew I was the Avatar, because they all started to see as the Avatar instead of... as their friend or [family] anything. [He could go on, but it's not something he talks about that often - and he wants to focus on helping Masaomi with his problem.] But the kind of loneliness you're talking about... sounds different from that.

[Masaomi, leaping back from the edge entirely now, drops the journal on the ground as he bends over laughing. The journal might catch a glimpse of him as it thuds on the ground] Oh of course! That- [Hahaha] That's the loneliness of the exceptional! I'll never feel that!

Edited 2012-10-05 23:52 (UTC)

[He's just going to stare, maybe a little glare at the camera while Masaomi finishes laughing. It's not exactly the label he'd apply to what he felt.]

Ahhhhaaaa. No, no. This is something else entirely. This is the loneliness is someone who's nobody.

Like... like a ghost. [Which reminds him of something else entirely that he doesn't bring up. His first time in the Spirit World, when neither Katara nor Appa could notice his spirit form in any way.]

Well, I still have feet, but that's the idea.

But... Mikado and Anri, they're your friends back home, aren't they?

[The book is now looking up his leg. It covers his leg and his arm, but not nearly his face or anything]

Yeah, sure, Aang-kun. [And with a nostalgic voice, which is sarcastic in actuality but it sounds sincere:] The perfect trio, us.

[Yeah, he's buying it.]

Like Katara, Sokka and me!

Mmmmhm. You're a wise man, just like that.

[Still sounding sincere. He's walking away from the journal now.]

...I am?

[...]

Are you still there?

Aang. Lay off him.

[There's not really a kind way to say that, so he doesn't bother looking for one.]

W-what? I wasn't trying to insult him or anything...

I know. [And he does mean that. Sincerely.] That's what makes it worse to him.

Give him some time to chill out. I say that as much for his sake as I do yours.

[There's a lot he doesn't understand about Masaomi. And he finds himself remembering their tense encounters at the beach.]

O-okay. I don't think I fully understand, but... if you say it's the right thing, I'll... leave him alone.

[Good man, Aang. Good man.]

[Thirty minutes later, Masaomi's returning to this. He doesn't know about Shikamaru's intervention. He just knows he feels morose, he feels cold... and he really, truly, does not like Aang. And he wants to like Aang. He has tries (and often succeeded) month after month only to have Aang offend him. Only to have Aang belittle or insult him. He probably doesn't even mean it.

...That said...]

Aang-kun... I really do not like you.

[There's no finality in this tone though. It's a light, sincere comment. He has plenty more to say now]

Edited 2012-10-07 04:54 (UTC)

[He looks down at the journal tensely after hearing the message. He keeps Shikamaru's advice well in mind - thirty minutes might not have been the chill-down period he had in mind. He decides to keep the feed active for now, but he's ready to close it at any moment. He doesn't want this to get worse, but cutting him off when he has something to say could go badly, too.]

I'm sorry.

[His tone is flat. There's no mirth, there's no pity, there's not anger... there's no anything in it. Just a factual expression]

Do you even know why? ...No, no, you really would not.

I can't say I do. We've gotten along most of the time... except - except for a few times. But it's hard to tell when you mean what you're saying. [Except at times like... this.]

You hesitate. You stutter. You act so innocent it makes me wretch.

[that leaks a little anger in. But he reigns it back in. He sharply inhales, and then there's a tapping sound. There's then the sound of whatever throwing a coin (one of his 5 yen pieces) as hard as he can off the roof]

How can you do that, anyway? Your people are dead and your world suffered for a hundred years. Everyone in that house of yours I imagine has suffered personal tragedy, except maybe Ikki-chan.

[He's aghast. Of all the reasons...]

That's why?

[It takes him a moment to collect himself.]

It's not like I don't feel bad about it. About letting the world down or my people. Or that I don't still cry about them. But... I can't let any of that change me. All this time I've been fighting and struggling to hold onto me. To want to have fun, to hold onto the good things whenever something happens and to stop myself from becoming some kind of judge who ends lives and doesn't really care about individual people or playing with marbles.

Everyone else has suffered, and that's why I need to do what I can to keep their spirits up. The best way I know how is to be me, because that's who they know me as. If I can still be me after everything, that can help them to feel better and have hope, and it'll help me because that's who they see me as. As me, not as like a god or as a failure. So... I guess I do it by staying in the present and trying my best to deal with change like a leaf in the wind. And... and to hold onto everyone I have now and how lucky I am to know them and that we all made it this far alive. I don't care if that makes me seem innocent, Masaomi, because if I can still be me when my time comes, then I'll be happy because I'm still me.

[Shut up.

Shut up.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up]

Good for you.

[That comes out before he can help it, he licks his lips, and forces himself to not panic. His heart is still racing because of that speech, even if he zoned out through so much of it.]

[He's still not sure what's going on. Should he just shut the book, or... at least make sure he's done.]

Is... is that all, Masaomi?

[This comes five minutes later. and unlike the rest of it, this part is angry. It's practically spat]

Mikado Ryuugamine, the Dragon Peak's Emperor, was born in 1994. He would eventually go on to become the leader of the infamous gang Dollars, and then cap that off with being the newfound leader of the violent color gang, the Blue Squares. Who even knows what stories come out of that ascent. Not I.

Anri Sonohara, born in 1994 [probably], would be even more mysterious. Who knows what life she had until high school, but in her time for high school, there would be a series of serial attacks made on people. This mysterious assailant is known as the Slasher. Somehow, unknown to I, she is the Slasher, albeit not the one responsible for the attacks.

And, finally, there is Masaomi Kidea, fate's jester. Masaomi Kida was once the leader of a vicious color gang called the Yellow Scarves, the sworn enemies of the Blue Square. He would suffer a tragedy before he abandoned the gang entirely for years until Mikado came to Ikebukuro... and then, months later, he would come to Luceti.

[And he laughs here. A mirthless, cold, pained, laugh]

The story shall continue though! For when Masaomi Kida returns home from Luceti, he shall betray his friends. He will forsake them, leaving them behind for a long lost love. Months later, they will have not seen him, and not know what becomes of him.

So tell me Aang, shall I struggle to be that joke?

~♥THIRTY-EIGHT♥~

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