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Time for some mouthwash
Who: You! Yes, you!
What: Well the event is over. So um. Yeah.
When: Today! The 19th! Whenever you wake up, so long as its after midnight.
Where: Well, just about anywhere, wouldn't ya say?
Summary: So like, there's these people. They think they're in love. But suddenly the experiment is over and they're all like, "WHOA! I can't believe I totally made out with you!" But the other one is like, "Oh my god, gross!" and the other goes, "Come on it was awesome!" But the second one is like, "You pervert, I'ma kill you with my space lasers!" And then shit blew up and it was awesome. The End.
Rating: Tame-ish? I mean, are you guys really gonna wanna smut in this log too? Seriously.
Okay it's after the event. Suddenly you realize you're not in love! Maybe the person you were with fell asleep next to you. Whaddya gonna do now? Awkward abounds! The village fractures! True Love loses yet again. So much for that being the strongest force of all, am I right?
What: Well the event is over. So um. Yeah.
When: Today! The 19th! Whenever you wake up, so long as its after midnight.
Where: Well, just about anywhere, wouldn't ya say?
Summary: So like, there's these people. They think they're in love. But suddenly the experiment is over and they're all like, "WHOA! I can't believe I totally made out with you!" But the other one is like, "Oh my god, gross!" and the other goes, "Come on it was awesome!" But the second one is like, "You pervert, I'ma kill you with my space lasers!" And then shit blew up and it was awesome. The End.
Rating: Tame-ish? I mean, are you guys really gonna wanna smut in this log too? Seriously.
Okay it's after the event. Suddenly you realize you're not in love! Maybe the person you were with fell asleep next to you. Whaddya gonna do now? Awkward abounds! The village fractures! True Love loses yet again. So much for that being the strongest force of all, am I right?
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Is that what this is really about?
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[the flames spread more, and his angry look only gets worse. Forget calming down, he's been doing that constantly. He's here, being worthless. Even Shiemi's done more than him. He couldn't even go in that draft...]
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Are you worried about them?
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1/2
[Even if she's a bit shaky in her own self confidence.]
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1/3
Waiting to go back to the same time. To go back and have things be right that way - to wait out the Impure King. Everyone told him it was pointless, that he would just go right back there. He'd half-heartedly told Fenimore that even if he was going home with no time reset he'd've trained. He'd been training. He'd been doing those stupid candle exercises. Lately, he'd been trying to meditate with Luke Skywalker. Sometimes, he went out and sword trained. In that fight with scyther, he'd felt alive for once here.
He had his tail out now. But every time someone asked, it was some excuse. No one hated him here. He wasn't the son of Satan here. He didn't have to confront it. He tugs again and again at the sword, hating his own weakness as he can't draw it. Hating it... fearing it.
Tears begin to stream down his face again. His last memories of home were Shiemi reassuring him there and here... I've taken a step back he morosely realizes.
Old Man, why did you save me?]
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Why, why- "Believe." He hasn't been. He'd just been waiting to when he would forget all this. But now he's experienced his love being manipulated. Now he's experienced his fate being toyed with. A nice woman like Sayo being sent out to fight. Being called a bully, a demon. And Satan himself - herself? - was here and what had he done.
He ran. A roar of frustration builds as he tugs at the Koma sword again]
Rrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaagghhh!! [He's going to draw this thing. No matter what. As he tugs, his flames build around him. They probably are engulfing most of the room now, burning everything and blowing in Shiemi's face. Probably not hot to her though, as ever
No matter what!!]
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He's been apart from them for months. He's been apart from Yukio for months. He's not been there in Kyoto. NO MATTER WHAT. and you know what, frankly speaking... Father Fujimoto... probably didn't need a reason.
And then. Finally, finally. It slips on out of his sheath. His flames explode around him. His body changes, and he assumes his demon form. He doesn't even have time for surprise. He just bursts out into a laughter he's not even sure of the meaning of]
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R-Rin! You did it.
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oops burns everything] I did at that!no subject
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Actually, the fact that he notices the glass on the turtle's tank melting is what clues him in. He blinks, puts the sword away (returning to normal) and while that dismisses some flame, it's not nearly all of it. bug eyed, he is going to pick up the box turtle, tun over to Shiemi, and now - he's running in place]
I need a fire extinguisher?!
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I don't know where- [OH GOD EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ASH.]
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[FUCK MAYBE THE KITCHEN?! He hopes Shiemi has his turtle and is going to run towards the kitchen out of the apartment after shoving past her]
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Where are you going? [They don't have Kamiki's familiars and their purifying liquid. This might not end well.]
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Getting this, duh!
[And now back to his room! ...No this probably won't go well]
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It's all gone.
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Hello. [She said. To the turtle.]
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So she's okay.
[Good.
Not that he knows if this is a girl or a boy turtle]
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