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Appointments Post ( I )

This post here is for personal conversations which should happen but one or both of us doesn't want to put up a new post/log and thus we will just thread it out here. This can be used to thread with Masaomi anytime and anywhere. This can either be in person (with action), or via the journal's call feature (voice and/or written).

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[ She's silent for a moment, watching him before tilting her head and moving her gaze away, staring off into a middle distance. ]

... he said you and Luke talked. ... more like argued, from the sound of it.

[ She lifts her hands, moving them against the strange gravity, curling and uncurling her fingers. ]

... do you really think ... I'm like his possession?

[ Her voice is not accusatory. If anything, she is a little sad, and she glances at him again, bright eyed and otherwise inscrutable. ]

I think I'm going to punch Riku-kun later.

[Lightly. quietly. He signs, shaking his head. how to address that indeed, particularly when she asked in that tone... really, he doesn't know Luke from Adam. Not really]

... I think he thought I deserved to know. I...

[ ... she didn't want to, really, if she's completely honest with herself. She could have done without knowing. But here they are. ]

Please, don't be angry at him. He ... he's always been there to protect me. He was just trying to help.

[ ... after a moment, she closes the gap, approaching him and laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. It takes rather more calculation than she'd like, in this environment. ]

... why did you say that?

Always, huh? He sure did a great job guarding that heart of yours.

[He's still mad. He considers jerking out from under her to get the hand off, but he knows it might make her trip. So instead he just says this in a scathing tone. To be honest, he wasn't that involved in their break up. He doesn't know that many of the details. He just knows they did break up, and he knows she'd been upset.]

[ Well. The bite in that statement, and the words themselves, will get her to let go. It hurts, and it really shouldn't after all this time.

She's silent for a long moment, memories washing over her as she struggles and fails to say ... anything. Anything at all. The look on Riku's face when she told him it was over. The way he tried so hard, over and over and over again, to win her back before that. All their petty arguments, the fight where he hurt her... his letter...

She still has that letter. And she only rereads it in dark moments when she believes she isn't worth very much at all. ]

... no ... he didn't. I know that. [ Said softly and very sadly. Masaomi struck a nerve whether he intended to or not. ] ... he knows that, too. Sometimes I still ... think about it. [ She winces over the words, as if that were not a thing she'd been intending to admit. ] Everything went so wrong... it was awful for a long time. But... I had to let go of the past. Or ... I never would have been able to face him again.

... are ... are you angry at him?

[He stops walking to stare at her with cold, hard, eyes. His rage boils for the duration of it, and when she speaks again... his tone is very light, very cold. Very callous] Angry...? Ah, haha. It's not my place, but if I were angry, I feel like Ino-chan wouldn't have a whole boyfriend now, would she?

[Disgusting. It's disgusting. He's disgusted.]

[ She turns from him then, abruptly, wounded in a way she would be hard pressed to describe. Maybe it's Ino's name... maybe it's the memory of discovering Riku was dating someone in the midst of her grief over Luke's looming death. Maybe its the strange implicit threat.

But she's still not used to the gravity, and her sudden movement puts her off balance. She falls to her knees with an oof of breath, legs out to her sides. She just sits there for a moment. ]

... have you ever been controlled by someone, Masaomi? Do you know what it's really like to be someone's puppet? To have someone... always pulling your strings? [ She bows her head. She's looking at her hands as she talks, thinking of a predatory smile and orange-gold eyes. There is nothing accusatory to her tone; only something muted and strange and unhappy. ]

I do. Before I got to Luceti, that's all I was... a puppet. A weapon. Trash... I couldn't even do what they made-- what they wanted me to do.

[ Her voice turns a little sharp, only because of her hurt. ]

Luke doesn't own me. I'll never be his possession. He respects me... he would never treat me like that. He makes me happy. You still haven't told me why you said that.

Of course I have. [What is it with Luceti and people using their tragedy to make a point? do they think the have some monopoly on it? She doesn't even stop in her speech to give him time to answer -- she clearly expects no one to react to that -- and it pisses him off. It's perhaps because of that he only took one step forward to help her before he stopped.]

Then why?

[ She turns her head to look at him, uncertain and a little angry and still hurt. ]

Hoooh. [Still pissed off, he crouches before finally sitting down on the ground. He crosses his legs, his eyes still dull and a little angry. He can't work too hard anyway, he is still tired from that Hospital mission]

I wonder, does every word said by those who are not poets have meaning?

[ ... she moves to face him, shifting on the floor. ]

... what do you mean?

I... mean that I don't even know Luke-kun from Tanaka Taro. How can I have theories of such a man?

[ ... she rests her chin on her palm, staring at him with more confusion than anything else now. ]

Then why did you say that?

Would you believe, "he annoyed me?"

[ She gapes at him, a little.

Then shuts her mouth and continues to frown, in an uncertain, considering sort of way. ]

Um... actually, yeah. But... [ She looks off to the side, then back at him. ] ... just don't do it again, okay? Please?

To be honest, I might prefer it if you were a lesbian.

[And he grins, rocking a bit as a smile which doesn't meet his eyes spreads across his lips] That's probably sexist of me, though, mmm? I think support groups might call me the pig for it.

[ She just sort of frowns at him. ]

Promise me.

[And he was just offering to give her understanding. Oh well]

Mm, I promise.

... thank you. [ With that, she flops onto her back. C a r e f u l l y. Because crushing her wing at 2x gravity would hurt like crazy.

Within moments she finds this to be pretty uncomfortable anyway, with the pressure pressing down in her ribcage making it a little harder to breathe, so she ends up climbing to her feet. ]

... I never knew you felt like that about Riku.

Like I said, if you were more a fan of shag carpet than hardwood, I think I would eat a sandwich off that floor.

[.................Okay that was a bad joke. But it does pick up his own mood, and thus is something which makes him grin as he stands and begins to get back to walking]

But as it stands, alas, I feel the need to be a janitor.

[ She walks besides him, not really paying attention to his bad and very weird jokes.

She's thinking. Thinking about him. Thinking about the first time they went on a draft together and the wild look in his eyes. Thinking about the fight club and how adamant he was that it was no place for a lady like her.

Thinking about the vitriol in his voice when he talked about Riku. ]

Masaomi.... how long have we been friends?

Is that a trick question, Xion-chan? Years, now. I met you on pretty much my first day here, riiiight?

[He hums at the memory] I carried your groceries. Come to think of it, I remember you looked upset that day.

[ She pauses, and then abruptly laughs, remembering. ] That's right! I remember now. Though I don't know what I was upset about...

[ She shakes her head. ] Anyway... I feel like there's something I should tell you. You've known me so long you probably deserve to know... [ She pauses again, uncertainty creeping into her expression. ] ... just ... promise me you won't think of me any differently, okay?

[He keeps a blase look on his face. He's taking light, deliberate steps to keep them walking. Because it's better to keep walking than simply stand with the pressure and gravity in this gym. But....]

Mmm, I can't promise that, right? Not for sure.

Edited 2012-11-15 05:59 (UTC)

[ She's silent at that, her expression twisting a little. She almost wants to burst into a run, just get away from the conversation and pretend like none of this ever happened...

But she owes it to him. Even if he can be kind of a jerk sometimes. ]

... Masaomi, I'm not ... like you. ... I was made, not born. I'm only three years old... I'll turn four soon, though. [ A beat. Come on, Xion, get to the point. ] I'm not human, Masaomi. In my world... I'm called a Replica.

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