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[This morning Mikado is gone.

More pressingly, his computer and most of the things in his room are gone too. Masaomi stares at it for a long while through the hole in the wall (covered by a sheet) dividing their two rooms when he went to check on Mikado today. As it stands... well. Well. There's a few possible conclusions, and they all fly into his head: kidnapped, kidnapped by someone else? Seduced-? all of them leave a foul taste in his mouth. Thus, eventually, he flips open the journal. His tone is flat, with an unhidden hint of threat in it-]

Have any of you seen Mikado Ryuugamine?

[... But he's too antsy to focus on just that. Instead, he's going to hit up all the likely hang outs- he's going to hit up all of the friends of Mikado's he knows the house/apart numbers of. Archie Kennedy, Anne, Shuri, Selphie. For good measure, he then will go to people he wonders might be useful - the clinic to see if he can't find Law-san or someone else there and then around to look for Shikamaru, even though he doesn't know where he lives. By the end of the day, he's just going to be looking in the windows of all the houses he can, and then going to the apartment doors of everyone he can and knocking on their door... progressively feeling more and more like hitting someone or something.

SO UH. Run unto him wherever ! He's feeling insane]

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[markofthebrave]

[Hey. Hey, she does say so. She's been through this with Aang (twice). And Toph (twice). And Zuko (twice). She's been through this with Nami and Usopp and Luffy. She's lost Allen and Hugo and Ed and Roku.

So yes. She says so.]

Yes. I say so. I'm still your friend, Masaomi.

[You're not alone here.]

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[generalflirt]

[That breaks his rage a bit. He blinks]

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[generalflirt]

[So he forces a jovial tone]

Then it's a date tonight, is it?

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[markofthebrave]

[Oh for crying out loud--]

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[markofthebrave]

[And though the temptation is there to let him call it whatever he'd like because he's so upset and it would be easier - it also wouldn't be fair, and especially after that experiment...]

It's not a date. But I will be looking forward to seeing you.

[So you'd better show up.]

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[generalflirt]

Mm. Sure.

[...]

Where?

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[markofthebrave]

Just give me a call when you're done - or stop by if I don't get my journal. I'll meet you.

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[generalflirt]

Tonight, then. I'll see you.

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[markofthebrave]

OK.

[Try to remember that at least - you're not alone here.]

See you tonight.

THAT NIGHT...

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[...He actually doesn't bother with the journal. Instead, he just skulks on back to her house - sure he was there earlier today, but what's a little backtracking - obscenely late. Like... 10 PM late. He actually stopped at the battle dome after giving up on his search and with the safety turned off does have a few bruises and cuts and rips in his hoodie, but nothing too serious other than his knuckles being busted up.

That said, 10PM outside of her house. Knocking would be inefficient, right? Instead, he's just going to look for which window is probably hers and knock on that assuming there's not anyone outside. Maybe he'll think of the journal soon enough]

[markofthebrave]

[Believe it or not, Katara is usually in bed around this hour. She did make an effort to stay up late and wait for him to contact her, but even though she kept her journal open all through practice and into the evening... he still didn't contact her. She eventually decided there was no point in staying up and waiting for him.

It hasn't been long since she went to bed - a few minutes ago, maybe? - but Katara's never had any problems falling asleep. And light knocking is only going to get incorporated into uneven dreams... not wake her.]

[generalflirt]

[WHO SLEEPS?

He just knocks again. He's not sure if he wants to see her or not right now, but he figures he'll be fair to her demands and try to get her attention. It's a bit louder this time]

[markofthebrave]

[That stirs her from sleep and she levers herself up on her elbow and glances around. The fountain Winry had made her for her birthday is the source of water in her room at the foot of her bed and it flows happily in the silence between knocks. She doesn't immediately turn on the light, scanning her room, first the door and then around the room to the window where she sees a silhouette.

Knocking isn't exactly threatening behavior, though it is a bit odd, and Katara makes sure that she is very aware of her position relative to the water at her bed as she throws back the covers and walks over to the window. She doesn't think anything of her relative state of undress as she sleeps as well as swims in her bindings. And she calls out as she approaches the window-]

Hello?

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[THIS FACE is in the window. He doesn't think or comment on her state of undress. He might in a bit, but for now... he's really in far too foul of mood and with minor injuries to care that much]

Eveniiiing~

[markofthebrave]

Masaomi?

[a;lsdkjf happened to you, boy?

Katara slides her window opened.]

What are you doing here like this? What happened to you?

[Oh, incoming lecture in 3...2...]

[generalflirt]

A fight.

[Simply. Or well... more than one fight. He's a thug, you know?]

[markofthebrave]

[No, she's not used to receiving gentleman callers in the dead of night and all of her friends are Nice Boys and not at all dangerous hooligans. So, no, she doesn't know.]

A fight? [And her voice rises to clearly 'this is not a sleeping tone'] With who? What happened?

[generalflirt]

Ah, this and that... a few things. I went to the Dome for one.

[Still evenly... but still dully too]

[markofthebrave]

[She is so unamused with you, boy. 'A few things?' Went to the Dome for one?

She steps back and opens up the window completely.]

Get in here and let me take a look.

[She turns her back to go and switch on a light.]

[generalflirt]

[Tell the injured to climb through a window.

...But he still does it with no complaints. He keeps the blase look until he'd actually in the room, and then forces a coy smile on his face]

[markofthebrave]

[Yes, yes she does. He walked here, so he's obviously not too badly off, or else he'd have gone to the clinic. Obviously. And if it hurts a little, he deserves it for being an idiot.

She flicks the light on and turns around before noticing that smile - ugh, trouble - and belatedly realizes she's just in her bindings. Her refusal to blush is aided by her tiredness, annoyance, and concern.]

You can have a seat at the chair by my vanity.

[And she crosses over from the light switch on the wall to her wardrobe, pulling out the loose overcoat for one of her tunics from home to continue to keep this as casual as possible while making it so that she's not healing him in just her bindings.

First thing tomorrow she is going out and getting herself a bathrobe.]

[generalflirt]

[He nods, and takes the seat there. His hits his stride now though - despite aching a bit, he laughs here (though stops quickly, because something in his sides hurts when he does that) and starts speaking casually - teasing]

My, my. You're quite used to a man in your room?

[markofthebrave]

[She feels a headache begin to form, on top of her interrupted sleep, tiredness, and concern. But if he's teasing her, he's not being creepy by her window, so she's not going to tell him to knock it off just yet.]

Of course. [A pause as she walks back over to the fountain at the foot of her bed and streams just enough to coat her hands] Sokka comes in here to bug me all the time.

[That's right. She just compared your presence in her room to her brother's.]

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[He sighs out loud here, shaking his head]

That's too cold, Katara...

[He makes no other point of resistance or... anything, really. He came here because he has a trust for her, and she owes the reward of him showing up. She wouldn't hurt him, and he's not sure if it's the experiment talking or not, but he can believe that far more than he can with most other people]

[markofthebrave]

[And once her hands are properly coated, she turns back to him.]

I am from the South Pole.

[Walking over, she crouches lightly by his side.]

Let's see how bad it is. This might tingle a bit.

[And she lightly places her hands on his chest to see where things are cluttered up indicating injury in his chi. It's a cool feeling, refreshing like stepping into shade on a hot day - a calming, peaceful feeling with a quiet underscore of power, of life.]