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[coastal]

[Robots are the worst. The absolute worst.

Lili's opinion on this is firm, especially as she's running through the city because she's pretty sure she caught sight of a robot of someone that she knew and that's dangerous. She's been nearly suffocated by hugs or otherwise targeted by kidnap attempts so here we are.

Lili very nearly running right into Grell, just barely sidestepping her at the last moment (something she wouldn't have been able to do even a month ago) and nearly tripping in her attempt to get out of the way.

Still, she has enough presence of mind to squeal-]

Excuse me!

[erythristic]

Lili?

[on reflex, her arm goes out to catch her when she stumbles, a hand to her shoulder to steady her.]

Are you late for something?

[you're going to end up in the dirt at this pace, Lili, slow down...]

[coastal]

[Does she look like the white rabbit to you, Grell?

Still though, she's out of breath even as she's finding her footing again and blinking even as she looks up at Grell.]

I-

There's... robots!

[WORDS.]

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[anarchos]

1. I'm tired of these robots

2. Have you ever had regular yogurt? I'm bringing home frozen yogurt.

[erythristic]

1. I share the sentiment.

2. Why would you freeze yogurt? Does it help it keep better?

[anarchos]

1. The whole following us around thing is getting old.

2. It's like ice cream, I think. We didn't have it on the Ark either.

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[flamekeeper]

You know what I could really use? A certain someone, possibly with red hair, a little taller than me, potentially sister-shaped...

[erythristic]

[she sees this, and she suddenly has to become conscious of her own breathing. without any delay, she fires off a one word response.]

Where

[flamekeeper]

With Bell. We're at the apartment.

ugh idk like a week after the intro log

[cutlery]

[ It's been a busy, but interesting time getting settled in, to say the least. Sebastian cares about appearances to the extreme, so of course he's careful with at least taking the appearance of being complicit with this place. He's found his apartment, his place(s) of employment, and learned much of the differences in "society" here, so by all appearances, he's settling in nicely.

But of course, there's still something else much more important to him, and that has been at the forefront of his attention despite those appearances.

So even if it's distasteful, he makes the call he had promised about a week ago. He's polite and formal as always, but there's still a slightly more clipped aspect when he speaks to Grell, at least to start. ]

Good afternoon. If it is not a trouble, is it safe to assume that the offer for a further conversation still stands?

[erythristic]

[he takes his time, and she's pleased with it. it means she has more time to fuss at certain new arrivals and to fret and worry over information received and to work on contacting certain gods of the air. she doesn't have to think about it. but like all good things, it has to be tempered with reality.

reality comes in hearing his voice again.

when she responds, she keeps no particular emotion in her voice, only the courtesy she had in their earlier exchanges.]

It does. Do you know where and when you'd like to meet?

[cutlery]

I do. I would not call you if I was unprepared.

[ At which point he gives a list of oddly specific times, which would seem to imply that he already has something of a rigid schedule in place. Balancing three jobs isn't something that Sebastian would call difficult, but it is what makes him so precise with his timing. Not that it's probably that much of a surprise, since Grell was one of the few Reapers to see just how dutiful and attentive Sebastian was as a butler, no matter how ill-fitting that would seem to be for what he was. ]

As for where, for the sake of candor, I would prefer a private residence. Either yours or mine will suffice.

[ There's a light tone in his voice as if saying "don't take that the wrong way," though ]

audio!

[adornmental]

[And about a day after Grell's left him with Haru, she'll be getting a call too! This one much less frantic than the rest of the calls he's sending out, at least, since he already knows she's alive and well.]

You free today? I wanna thank you in person for helping me outta that tree. I dunno how long I'd have been waiting there if you didn't come along, so...

[He has other more pressing concerns, honestly, like the state of the people he left behind - but that thought had crossed his mind after he had settled down a little, and left him feeling chilled. Being spoiled with a "human" body had made him forget how terrifying it is to be left immobile.]

[erythristic]

...Sure! I'm free.

[free enough. she's been worried a lot, actually - the state Clarke had come home in was downright unnerving - but she's trying to give her friend space. trying to not hover and fret and instead want to see Kashuu back in his human body.

thank god she's good at acting, and can instead sound cheery and unbothered by things.]

Where should I meet you?

[adornmental]

Ummm... You can come back over, if you want. We just got new snacks and stuff.

[And Kashuu doesn't feel like going too far from home right now, because there are a lot of stressed people waiting for their still-missing comrades to return.]

S'that okay? You can take your time coming over, since I'll be here pretty much all day.

BLOOD AND GUTS

[flimsylies]

[ He can control the fox well enough, for all its deformities. Its mutilated state amuses him a bit, really. The symbolism is not subtle. Is it supposed to concern him? He doesn't waste the energy on such things. Instead he just spends the time concentrating on the ethereal creature, forcing it to face him, despite its shyness, forcing it to show teeth and defiance. Forcing it to come out of his shadow.

He does not care what it touches. He does not care what others see, he does not care what he forgets. He could forget it all and he would still be what he is, a monster. A creature of violence and desire, searching for something to flex his muscles against. When he sees the reaper's bright red hair, the inkling of a memory strikes him. Telling her fortune in the garden, the smell of her aura.

Her, he touches on purpose. Nameless. Shameless. He opens up a river of blood between them, disappearing limbs and screams. ]

[erythristic]

[foxes again. that had been her thought when the broken thing had appeared, shying away, retreating behind her. she's not as fond of them as she could have been, but she has enough softness still to pity the thing. broken and battered and trying to be protected - someone isn't happy, she thinks.

hers is wayward, which could be expected for something that is hers. troublesome in a way she could do without. Grell cares, because there are parts of her this colony doesn't need to know just yet - that everything has been explainable so far is a blessing. the influx of others is stranger, but not ill at ease - it's only that the method is foreign while their memories are added into the composition of her own.

his memories come in, and she stills, absorbing the images as they come. it tells her much - it explains that atmosphere around him she hadn't gone and placed - and dare she go and call it beautiful. after all, in her heart she's no less a terrible person than she ever was. finding satisfaction in seeing the living ripped to shreds.

the little, unnamed fox is curious despite its fear. it slips closer, perhaps feeling the sentiments of its mistress, to come close enough to touch, and what is returned is a different form of brutality, inhuman and chaotic.]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[flimsylies]

[ Her reaction isn't, exactly, a surprise. Then, it's hard to surprise a man who loves to see the worst in people. It is fair to say that he enjoys what she has to give, at least. For all his ugliness, he is still human. Her mayhem has a striking allure to it in its vicissitude. He stands inconspicuously still as at the fever of it rolls through him, eyes rolling back with pleasure, mouth slack. He can be so disgusting when there is death and destruction involved, when he the pain and suffering of its in the palm of his hand, a lubricant of tears and viscera. ]

Ahh...

[ His eyes close and he trembles for a moment before licking dry lips, eyes creeping back down from where they had rolled back in his head to look at her with hazy pleasure. He wants to wring her neck, snap her bones, his bloodlust comes unbound from where he restrains it with his nen, filling the air around them with a miasma of musk and copper. ]

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[anarchos]

You've had normal ice cream, but have you ever had something called mochi ice cream?

[erythristic]

Never. I had mochi once. Hiro brought it to me. But how do you make ice cream of it?

[anarchos]

No idea, but I bought some for us. Green tea and mango, I think.

video;

[adornmental]

[A SURPRISE CALL FOR GRELL in the early afternoon!! Kashuu sure wastes no time on formalities either, instead diving right in...]

So! If you were gonna give a horse pretty things to wear, what would you pick? Ribbons or flowers?

[And then he steps away from his camera a little, holding up a fistful of bright red ribbons first and then a garland of pretty red flowers...]

[erythristic]

Why wouldn't you go for a balance of both, if you wanted to make it splendid?

[if you're going for the most beautiful horse, make it extra special.

except. wait.]

...Do you have a horse?

[manolia]

[England is gone. Chibi can't help feeling like karma bit him in the ass; he left Mina behind by dying, and now he knows what it's like to be the one left behind. (It feels like empty space between his fingers, a toothbrush on the sink and a half-used cedar box of tea samples. It feels like arrack down the throat, a sweet burn carried to fill the gaping void of his chest.)]

[(He'll be healthy about coping with all of this tomorrow.)]

[So, with all the finesse of a man trying very hard not to appear tipsy, and perhaps because his mind still associates Grell with his lover:]

You said you went to another world before this one, y es?

Did people leave there as quickly as they do here ?

[erythristic]

[the message surprises her, and she reads it several times before she replies. something must have happened to him - someone leaving. she can only guess, but...]

Sometimes. One day they were there, and then the next there was little to remember them by save the usual. The ties that bound us were as fragile as they were powerful.

Where are you?