generalflirt | ~♥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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[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?

[He knew so little about Masaomi's life at home... he could have assumed they were all just an ordinary group of friends. Mikado and Anri had both seemed so nice and polite. He's petrified for a moment, trying to take that all in. Masaomi was his friend, all his friends were supposed to turn out alri- except Jet.

And he mutters a simple answer.]

N-no.

No, I don't think so either.

I don't think you're very good with understanding. [...and then he sighs] But then, I'm not very good with forgiving.

[And he reigns in his voice, and chokes out, softly] So how about we both try?

[A small pause as he considers this. He's faintly reminded of the raw emotion he showed back when he was trying to warn Aang about the error. He did have trouble understanding... when it came to all those different worlds with different rules and horrible events. He speaks out weakly.]

Y-yeah. I can do that, Masaomi. I want to understand. Everything. [If he can ever truly be the Avatar here, it can only be through this.]

Then... I forgive you. [sincerely. Kindly. But his eyes are hard, and Aang probably can't see it. And he inhales before]

Now let's stop talking, for now.

[Aang is glad to get near something of an understanding.]

O-okay. I... [hope you feel better? Hope that maybe you'll actually turn out alright and happy back home somehow?.] I'll see you some other time, then.

Good night.

[And he quietly shuts the journal, with many new thoughts whirling through his head.]

Sweet dreams, Avatar Aang.

[and he closes his book]

~♥THIRTY-EIGHT♥~

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