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Who: Fayt Leingod, Albel Nox, and later Cliff Fittir, Okita Souji and Law.
What: A spar gone awry.
When: January 13th, afternoon
Where: Battledome
Summary: Fayt is tired of Albel avoiding them over lingering discomfort from the mistletoe shift, and tries to help him regain a sense of normalcy the only way he knows might work.
Rating: PG-15 for violence and heavy injuries.
Fayt had given it nearly two weeks. Two weeks of Albel sulking around, avoiding so much as talking to him or even looking at him. He'd barely seen the man, and even when he had it had only been for a second or two before Albel darted off.
He wasn't an idiot. That Albel seemed to be avoiding him was obvious enough, and he supposed he should have expected him to react this way-- Fayt had shrugged off the shift just fine, long used to the Malnosso messing with them by now, but Albel obviously didn't know how to. Albel avoided physical and emotional affection like it was the black plague, and shifted or not it had probably made Fayt's presence difficult for him to deal with.
It was more than a little awkward. Albel was eccentrically reactive at the best of times, but Fayt felt bad for making him so uncomfortable, even if it wasn't technically his fault. He had to do something.
A few messages sent Albel's way over the journals to try to smooth things over had gotten no response, though that wasn't surprising. Fayt finally just decided on the direct approach, heading to the battledome where he knew he'd find Albel training more likely than not.
When he finds the room the swordsman is using, he walks right in. There would be no running away this time.
What: A spar gone awry.
When: January 13th, afternoon
Where: Battledome
Summary: Fayt is tired of Albel avoiding them over lingering discomfort from the mistletoe shift, and tries to help him regain a sense of normalcy the only way he knows might work.
Rating: PG-15 for violence and heavy injuries.
Fayt had given it nearly two weeks. Two weeks of Albel sulking around, avoiding so much as talking to him or even looking at him. He'd barely seen the man, and even when he had it had only been for a second or two before Albel darted off.
He wasn't an idiot. That Albel seemed to be avoiding him was obvious enough, and he supposed he should have expected him to react this way-- Fayt had shrugged off the shift just fine, long used to the Malnosso messing with them by now, but Albel obviously didn't know how to. Albel avoided physical and emotional affection like it was the black plague, and shifted or not it had probably made Fayt's presence difficult for him to deal with.
It was more than a little awkward. Albel was eccentrically reactive at the best of times, but Fayt felt bad for making him so uncomfortable, even if it wasn't technically his fault. He had to do something.
A few messages sent Albel's way over the journals to try to smooth things over had gotten no response, though that wasn't surprising. Fayt finally just decided on the direct approach, heading to the battledome where he knew he'd find Albel training more likely than not.
When he finds the room the swordsman is using, he walks right in. There would be no running away this time.
Next day - midday
When he's done he rests his head on his arms again, offering Souji a grateful look, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry about that."
He was used to taking care of himself when he was sick. Even when he was a kid his parents couldn't usually take enough time off to take care of him during the rare instances he was sick, so being stuck in a position where he couldn't take care of himself was an uncommon feeling. He decides to cut off any possible conversation about how he's feeling by continuing with Souji's train of thought. "You know.... It's kind of like the cats on his planet. Two tails."
Next day - midday
"And cats, hm?" He smirked and tightened the lid on the thermos, setting it down by his chair. "That certainly would explain much about him - cats and I have never been the best of friends. I much prefer pigs."
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"I don't think Saizou would want the competition, anyway, do you?"
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He picked the cup back up, holding it in his lap in case Fayt made a move for another drink and laughed a little. "He already has a bit of competition - and he's not very happy about it, so no, I don't think he'd want more. He does like you though. I had to set him outside so he didn't try to come in."
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"....I guess Law might not like that, huh?"
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Souji paused and then laughed. "Or he would, if he could talk."
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"Is he ever going to get along with Cliff, you think?"
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The other thing, however... Souji laughed a bit. "I really don't know. Maybe, one day, once he realizes what everything means. He's been the only one to stay after all these years. I think he only wants to protect me."
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"I guess he can seem like a pretty scary guy sometimes. Certainly was when we met the first time."
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"Oh? And how did you two first meet? I've never heard the story."
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Souji blinked, staring at Fayt for a moment with the astonishment clear on his face. "And yet you still became friends?"
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"Some pretty nasty stuff happened that ended up with me stranded on a planet without any help. Back then I wasn't the best at fighting or protecting myself, and I ended up in a tight spot. He rescued me. Turns out he'd been trying to locate me for a while. 'I'm here to abduct you' he says. Wasn't the most reassuring thing to tell someone, but he saved my life and was my only way off the planet, so..." He'd shrug, if he didn't know the motion would be painful. Cliff had been suspicious, but ultimately a decent guy from the start.
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"So Maria-san was interested in meeting you then. Was there a reason why?"
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He frowned, knowing that was the easiest and best way to show concern and sympathy. "...I'm sorry to hear that. So she came to you, hoping you would know what your father had been working on?"
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"What had he done that would make kidnapping him a priority?"
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"His research. The same thing Maria wanted answers about. I don't think we ever got the full story of why the Vendeeni wanted me and my dad, but I know what they wanted."
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"What was his research about that two warring factions went after the both of you?"
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Fayt closes his eyes for a moment, breathing out. It was safe to tell him, right?
"Before I was born, he and his research team found out there'd be a large scale threat to our universe in the future by accident. Because of that...." It was easier, speaking in a neutral manner like this, even if he was far from it in the matter.
"He and his team used Genomorphy to give three kids different abilities so they could try to stop it, by embedding special symbols in their genetic material."
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Before he was born, three kids, different abilities - Souji's eyes widened slightly and he lowered his hand, straightening as the gravity of Fayt's explanation came to bear. His father had experimented on him before he had even been born - Fayt had to be one of the children with this chosen ability to save their universe. He, himself, was a weapon or a weapon wielder who had the task of saving everyone and everything.
How did he even respond to something like that? He saw Fayt in a new light now; one tinged with sympathy. To be so young with such responsibility had to be a terrible weight to carry. "It's no wonder Maria-san and the others were looking for you then. Did she know or was it just a hunch?"
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"She knew. She found out on her own and wanted answers, which was why Cliff was trying to track me down and Quark was looking for my dad. She's the one who told me about our powers, though she does something a bit different than I can do." He pauses, before hesitantly continuing.
"I know it sounds crazy. Trust me, I didn't want to believe it either at first."
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