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[later--probably much later--he'll get a text notif]

so
hey

What is it?

u no
busy morning

[a pause]

you with angel ?

[Nemesis. Please. Full sentences. PLEASE.]

Yes, I'm with Angel at the dorms. No, I'm not busy.

Where are you?

[typing is so difficult though :<]

delinquent picnic
you guys okay tho
since
stuff

What the fuck is a delinquent picnic?

If you want to talk, get your ass over here or tell me where I should meet you.

[there's a longer pause, where the 'Nemesis is typing' message goes on and off a few times. eventually:]

roof
bring a blanket

[Then after letting Angel know he'll be back soon, Intensity shows up on the roof with a blanket as requested]

[Nemesis is perched on the edge of the roof, smoking through a pack of Seven Stars as she stares out over the city. For some reason she's wearing a jinbei stolen from the hot springs and a single glove, neither of which seem particularly helpful against the chilly night breeze. If she notices him walk up, she doesn't make any sign]

[Takes a seat next to her and sets the blanket down neatly between them]

Doesn't a party require multiple people?

...Said a 'picnic,' not a 'party.' Parties are about celebrations. Picnics are about ants. --Sorry, I know this is gross.

[she offers him her cigarette anyway, because what else is a delinquent picnic about but indulging in bad habits? There's a modest pile of stuff on the ground as well--a large bottle of shochu, the rest of the carton of cigarettes, some packs of rice crackers and pub snacks; all unopened.]

[Takes the cigarette with her with a raised eyebrow and attempts a drag. To his credit, he does not cough or choke on it, but he wrinkles his nose at the whole experience. Not a fan.

Yeah, she can have that back]

I take it you had a bad time in the B Horror House.

[She said it was gross!]

Oh no, I had a blast. Bonding? Murder? Crazy people? What's not to like?

[Takes another shaky drag before stubbing it out, dropping the half-smoked butt into pile of the same]

How 'bout you? You never answered my question.

Judging by the emotional fuckfest that was happening at the elevators yesterday, better than most.

[And because Intensity has no idea that Nemesis witnessed either of his deaths...]

Angel apparently killed two people from ☆ZRAEL in self defense after they took me out. I don't know how fucked up she's going to be from it in the long run, but for now she seems to be processing it okay.

☆ZRAEL already stopped by with goddamn flowers for her, so I guess they thought it was endearing. Fucking weirdos. But it doesn't look like we'll have to worry about bad blood at least.

[Reaches down to pick up the shochu and open it. If this modest pile of stuff includes any sort of drinking cups, he'll pour her a glass. Otherwise, she gets the whole bottle shoved at her]

You?

[Nah, no cups, no mixers, just one very large bottle--apologies for amateur hour over here. She doesn't take it though--maybe a good host would allow the guests the first drink? Or maybe she's just distracted by this fucking nonsense]

Yeah. Yeah, I think the organ collection actually seemed sweet to them, they'll probably make some marriage proposals tomorrow. So why-- They fucking murdered you, why in the hell would you worry about what they thought?

Eyes on the prize, Nemesis.

☆ZRAEL may be a team of trigger-happy fuck-ups, but they're not the end game. And if they're not helping us reach end game, then they can do fuck all whatever that want in their own corner of this miserable comedy skit. I just need them to not be gunning after Angel or my unit.

You--seriously don't care? I don't mean long term, I don't mean thinking logically, just--nothing?

. . .

Of course I care. I'm not a fucking robot.

[And if she's not drinking the shochu right now, he's definitely taking a drink. God, there are too many reasons why she would ask him that question. So he's just going to follow the most logical one (for a change)]

So.

Who murdered you?

[That is what it's there for! It is not the highest quality but it's not the worst?? For her part, she wraps her arms around her middle, huffs out a breath probably intended as a laugh]

See, I'm a survivor. I made it--a while, before D cold-clocked me in the face. Seems like I missed a lot.

[pauses, then, light]

...Was it just the two?

[He doesn't like where this is going.

But it's seems like they're going question for question so.

Another drink]

Two what?

Deaths. Fake deaths? Guess it doesn't matter. Just--curious, in case there was something--worse.

I see the rumor mill is already operating at a fucking frenzy.

Yes. Died twice. Once to Heart Soldier Senshi and once to ☆ZRAEL. Her Majesty was gunning for me. It was almost endearing.

I know. I saw.

[and immediately lighter]

--I mean, you make that much effort to woo someone you can't be surprised when you catch a girl's eye.

You saw?

[ssshrugs]

Also saw two guys murder-suicide into a giant hole, so don't feel too bashful.

[nudges him for the bottle as well, sharing is caring]

Edited 2018-08-12 20:23 (UTC)