We are the named and we are known

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Arriving at the dorms
When: 26th
Where: Dorms, location unknown
Summary: Dorm information is here. This is your room!
Rating: PG... we hope?

Your characters are shuffling off to their rooms. Each room has their name beside it and only they can open the door. People can only enter their room if they're allowed in (or they leave the door open). Characters will find any requested items in their room already. If they have a requested vehicle, there will be another door in their room that will take them to the hangar to inspect their equipment.

((Mod note: Extra draftees won't experience their Shift Incompatibility handicap in their dorms. :|a))

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[drawnbythesword]

[At the time, Asbel was seated on the bed, polishing his sword up for tomorrow, when he hears a voice call him.

...This guy... He seemed... vaguely familiar. He'd definitely seen him before in Luceti... ...Wait, he said...]

What...? Richard...?! What happened to Richard? [Dammit Richard, he was trying to give you some space since it seems like that's what you needed after what happened.]

orz I fail at grammar

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Yep. Definitely the right Asbel]

Besides being sick? [And dumped? A sigh] Just... I'll take you to his room. He wanted to see you.

[drawnbythesword]

Richard... [Dammit Richard... You should be getting better, but it sounds like you're only getting worse... What are they thinking, bringing a sick man to the battlefield?!

He lays the blade on his bed and stands up, walking over to the door.]

Right... Let's go.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji nods, and without another word leads Asbel to Richard's room, opening the door without so much as a knock. He doubts Richard has moved since then.

And well... Sanji will let the other see the state of his friend for himself, moving out of the way]

[drawnbythesword]

[Asbel walks over to his blond-haired friend, placing a hand on his arm.]

Richard... You still haven't gotten any better?

[ledbythewind]

[If anything, Richard looks worse than when Asbel last saw him-- and that earlier bout of crying certainly hasn't done anything for his appearance. He's still feverish and shaking, and from the looks of things, he hasn't even taken a bath in a few days.

But he does open his eyes when he hears his friend's voice and turns towards him, trying to focus his eyes on that figure.]

Asbel...

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji stays silent in the background, even going as far as to move away, to give the friends some privacy]


[ooc: You guys can thread with each other o/ If Sanji's needed, I'll find out. Got the thread tracked]

[drawnbythesword]

[Asbel kneels down at the bedside now to look at Richard directly.]

Richard... You look terrible... How can you be expected to fight in this condition?

[ledbythewind]

[Richard doesn't respond verbally, but when Asbel kneels down, his hand shoots out to grab at his coat. Though his grip may be weak, the message is clear: don't go anywhere.]

[drawnbythesword]

[He receives the message loud and clear, Richard.]

...Don't worry, Richard. I won't go anywhere. That's a promise.

[ledbythewind]

[And he just tugs at the coat as if to pull Asbel closer, arm - no, entire body shaking.]

[drawnbythesword]

[Richard he can't come much closer without falling on top of you. But, regardless, he moves as close to the bed as he possibly can.]

[ledbythewind]

[He wants you close right now, Asbel. He wants to hear you say that he's not a horrible person, that he deserves forgiveness, but he can't find the words to ask for that, instead just making a low, pained sound.]

[drawnbythesword]

[There goes that hand to Richard's shoulder again.]

Richard, please, don't push yourself. You need rest.

[ledbythewind]

Asbel... you're always protecting me. And yet I never do anything in return...

[drawnbythesword]

You've done plenty, Richard. I protect you because you're my friend, and your friendship's all I need in return.

[ledbythewind]

[There's a long silence from Richard.]

Is friendship... truly that strong?

[drawnbythesword]

It's the strongest, Richard, able to survive anything, even the test of time itself. [You should know what he's referring to there, Richard.

He then glances behind him, back to Sanji.] Isn't that right?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[He'd been doing pretty well with the whole "not listening in on bff talk" thing, but his eye meets Asbel's when he's called and the chef smiles lightly]

Aa. Of course. [He knows that for a fact]

[ledbythewind]

[Richard looks down, his brow creasing with uncertainty. He doesn't look very convinced by that.]

Then why...

[drawnbythesword]

...He'll come back, Richard. I'm certain of that. Just... give him time.

[ledbythewind]

[A deep, shaky breath.]

He didn't even want to see me.

[drawnbythesword]

He's upset.

[ledbythewind]

[... okay, let's see if he can get this across in a way Asbel will understand. He knows the other isn't aware of the fact that he and Naoki were lovers, were anything beyond good friends, so how to convey that?

Oh. He knows.]

Asbel... I gave him a ring, the same way I gave mine to you. When he returned home, he... gave the ring back to me.

[Because never once had Asbel given the ring back, not even when the fighting between the two of them had been the most intense. Even he should realize that such an action is symbolic of cutting ties.]

[drawnbythesword]

[What.

What.

What.

No, Naoki, no. You don't do that. That's not something you do! The ring is an important sign of friendship and respect and trust between friends!

Ohh, Asbel will have WORDS with you about that, Naoki. Because that's not cool.]

I... I see.