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thebastion2014-05-26 02:26 pm
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[192 and 193] Look out below, I know there's no decision [OPEN]
Who: Everyone!
Open: Open!
When: Day 192 and 193
Where: Skyway
What: We might be nearing the end...
Format: Any
Warnings: N/A
[Another stretch of time, another period of finding nothing new. It's been left to Zayna and her father now, to complete those maps. Which they've been doing diligently, but Zayna has been wondering if they've reached the end of parts of other worlds being pulled in to the sky above their own ruined home.
That is until day 192. And just like before, there's another three each on two different days.
So they return and like before Zayna offers off the sketches of what they've found.]
Open: Open!
When: Day 192 and 193
Where: Skyway
What: We might be nearing the end...
Format: Any
Warnings: N/A
[Another stretch of time, another period of finding nothing new. It's been left to Zayna and her father now, to complete those maps. Which they've been doing diligently, but Zayna has been wondering if they've reached the end of parts of other worlds being pulled in to the sky above their own ruined home.
That is until day 192. And just like before, there's another three each on two different days.
So they return and like before Zayna offers off the sketches of what they've found.]
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Yata-chan though… Kaoru wasn't entirely sure how much use the big bird was.
"Unlike Tama-chan, Yatchan doesn't do nearly enough exercise to actually lose the weight." True, Tama-chan wasn't able to follow on his runs around the Bastion quite as well as she used to, due mostly to her simply growing. "Yatchan needs to enjoy the expedition - it's a nice chance for him to stretch his wings. Ne, Yatchan? Beats sitting on the roof all day~!"
He hummed his agreement, leaning to look over the map before Hikaru folded it.
"It should be big. I mean, assuming it's the whole music room…" They surely wouldn't be able to miss it when they eventually came across it. He hesitated briefly before adding, "Although… weren't the outer walls of the school pink, too?" Or was he misremembering? The roof tiles were an almost purplish slate - that he did remember but the walls… he wasn't entirely sure.
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Seimei's face flat-eyed for a moment, dark gaze flicking up irritably at the Pecker who continued flying on without a care in the world, satisfied with his input to the conversation.
"My apologies," was all the onmyoji could really say on the matter, leaning over with a bit of cloth pulled from inside one of his sleeves and carefully scooping the offending mess away from Hikaru's shoulder.
"We will find it, regardless of the color. If we have to stop at every ruin on the way there we will," he murmured, discarding the messy cloth and gesturing to a well-used path heading in the direction suggested by the map.
"Just beware your footing and stay close together. If you encounter anything before I do, shout an alarm and I will respond immediately."
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His twin's question about the colour of the school walls is a concern - a major one, since he also had to take a moment to think about that - but Hikaru barely has time to look at Kaoru with surprise before there's a plop and noticeable weight on his shoulder, and his expression sinks into a twitching eye and drawn lips.
The exact level of impressed Hikaru is by Yata-chan's present, on a scale from 1 to 10, would have to register as about a -7. If looks could kill, that bird would be roasted by the fire in Hikaru's eyes.
"How'd I wind up as the butt-monkey, huh? Wasn't Kaoru the one being a jerk?" He grumbles, but gratefully shifts so Seimei can wipe his shoulder as clean as it will get with a muttered 'thanks'. From this point on, Hikaru will be ignoring Yata-chan--but not without flipping him off, first. Childish petulance, Hikaru's speciality.
"The walls are pink," he says firmly, though he's not sure if it's more for himself than anyone else. "Outside should be a bit darker than inside." He's sure of that.
Shaking off the disorientation, he takes the lead - brushing Kaoru's hand along the way for a small comfort to himself - and starts heading in Seimei's suggested direction. He'll fall back shortly, once they're all finally moving. He has officially waited long enough to get going.
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He reflexively reaches out his other hand to return the touch, stroking Hikaru's arm lightly as he moves away, and pulling Seimei along with his other hand. Right, of course the walls were pink, and he nods more to himself than anything. Surely he shouldn't have forgot a little detail like that? Not after nearly ten years studying there.
"I don't think it's far along on that path, actually. Don't take my word for it though - I'm not sure the map is to scale…"
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"If your time is unlike my own, I suppose the only creature we may have to face are things that moved in from the Skyway. No...random kappa or tengu?" he asked, just to be sure. It puzzled him that such creatures were apparently completely forgotten and written off as stories only in the Hitachiins' time. How could literally every magical thing cease to exist? He couldn't wrap his head around that crowded word the boys talked about, but he was interested to see a piece of it.
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"Not unless the Black Magic Club actually managed to get some in." Hikaru draws back to the others fairly quickly, not even trying to disguise his distrust of the Skyway. It may not be far, but that doesn't mean it's safe.
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"Kappa and Tengu were not the Black Magic Club's thing." A sniff and a shrug, leading them on, "I don't think we have anything to fear on that front. Though giant cat-monsters, maybe. That would be more in-keeping with Nekozawa-senpai's whole thing…"
Incidentally Kaoru… may perhaps have skimmed over the story of That Particular Maid a little. It would have come up, probably, during murmured conversations at night, but it was a story where he always skirted around the finer details, sometimes even when remembering it himself - there were few people he was close enough to to share it with, anyway. Of course he too admired her in more than a few respects but the betrayal still stung. Even after twelve years, he still carried a little of his injured four-year-old self with him. It was one of the harsher lessons she had left behind.
"…there." He squinted a little just to be sure he was seeing what he was seeing but… no doubt about it, that's definitely a wall in the distance, a pink one, set with doors whose handles gleam gold. Torn between stopping short and taking off at a run, his footsteps falter slightly, his hand twining a little tighter around Seimei's.
"…that's it, right? I'm not seeing things…?"
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"You are both certain you do not wish me to enter first?" he asked, concern written on his usually placid features. The last thing he wanted was for the boys to go running into the place and find all of their friends as ash statues. Granted the statues meant little, considering people could appear from any point and tie in their existence, but the vision itself could be devastating.
Not to mention they were apparently discussing cat demons, and those were nasty as well. even so, he would stand by the decisions they made and follow after them in their defense, if nothing else.
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"That's it," he agrees needlessly, staring. God, he knew it would be there, but--but seeing it now, even in the distance--
"You can't go in first." His tone isn't harsh to Seimei, but rather more matter-of-fact. His attention is still on the walls, and his hand twitches as if to reach out to touch them already.
"Even if there's something inside, that place belongs to us." He tears his eyes off the building in the distance to look to his twin. He's not wrong, right?
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It was their club. It had to be them.
His free hand caught Hikaru's outstretched one, and he pressed them forward, Tama-chan streaking ahead in search of enemies.
Would he regret the decision in a few minutes? What if they did find statues?
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Holding Kaoru's hand and walking forward, keeping pace with however fast or slow the boys chose to go, the onmyoji followed along, determined to be there for support if nothing else. He would not hold them back, but he would hold them up.
tl;dr Hikaru has feelings
The doors are upon him before he really realizes it, and he slows to a somewhat dazed halt before them.
"...We're not here because we're moved by that idiot's words. Okay, Kaoru?"
His words are barely a whisper, and he murmurs them without even really considering it. What else would he say? They're here once more, before these towering doors, not really knowing what's behind them. Hikaru knows what should be there, what he wants to be there--but the Third Music Room hasn't been good at meeting reasonable expectations since their idiot Lord claimed it.
Maybe their friends are behind these doors. Maybe when they open them, they'll see Haruhi dutifully clearing away dishes; Kyouya noting down the day's income; Hunny napping and Mori standing ever vigilant by his cousin's side. Maybe they'll see Tamaki, beaming brightly and ready to welcome them back into the fold, all smiles and laughter and pompous cheer. No more monsters, no more rebuilding, no more aimlessly wandering the Bastion day after day.
God, Hikaru wants it so desperately. There's no point in trying to suppress it now that they're here, now that the pink and gold doors are in front of them and their friends could be just a few steps away. He knows he shouldn't get his hopes up - he's been told, time and time again - but how can he not?
Sorry for the deathgrip he's got your hand in, Kaoru. Except he's totally not sorry at all, because he's sure his twin will understand.
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He had a horrible feeling that his brother was expecting to find everything as it was. Even Kaoru's hopes had raised a little; even though he had long since given up on finding home exactly as he'd left it. It was just being faced with these doors, doors they had opened countless times before. It would be so easy to let himself believe, just for a moment…
But he was still afraid of what they could find in there.
He was afraid of what their findings would do to his twin.
He released Hikaru's arm, hand reaching shakily for the handle and resting there and, before he could let himself have any opportunity to doubt what he already knew in his heart, quickly stole Hikaru's line.
"…then, shall we open them together?"
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Shifting his weight and folding his hands into his sleeves, Seimei waited patiently, unwilling to enter the twins' domain without invitation.