!!! ??? !!!

[idolpro]

Who: Nemesis, Hurricane, you!
Where: ?Somewhere?
When: Day 496

[ The sound of an engine roars through the city, unfamiliar to any of you. What is that—? That thing, flying in the sky—Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Or—

Is it a giant mech adorned with naginatas and a shield, flying through Tokyo-F at great speed? Is it Hurricane and Nemesis, coming to say their goodbyes? Or is it the sound of their departure. . . ? ]

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[crossmyheartandhope]

Guess you never know.

Well -- lemme get you what I got. You probly got most of it, anyways.

[bondsofsuffering]

'Kay.

[He'll just try to keep calm in the meantime even as their time together inevitably grows shorter by the moment.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Going to tug Izanagi along to his room, still not letting go of his hand -- presses warmth and reassurance out his way]

[He digs his notes off his shelf, and hands them over]

Sorry. I know it's a lot to sort through.

[bondsofsuffering]

I already wrote my thesis, you know. I think I can handle it.

[Still taking every bit of that warmth and reassurance he's offered, though.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Keeping hold, then, and sending more out Izanagi's way as he crosses over to the closet]

Guess you're ready for about anything, then.

[bondsofsuffering]

That's right! So lay it on me!

[Despite the badfeels, he's still good at smiling.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Digging in the back, into the hidden compartment]

[He passes over a goblet of holy water, a flash of holy oil, an orb covered in a silver lattice, and Mehniel's journal]

Take care of these, yeah? The last two especially. We ain't supposed to have em.

[bondsofsuffering]

[He takes each of them carefully. Can Mehniel's journal be read?]

What are these?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Probably!]

[He gestures to them each in turn]

Holy water, holy oil, Mehniel's journal, and --

Well, touch that last one. You'll understand.

[Nodding toward the orb]

[bondsofsuffering]

[He takes each of them, pausing when he touches the orb.]

...

I see.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah. They don't know we got it. Don't know we got the journal, either, and they were looking for it.

[bondsofsuffering]

I'll have to get an upgrade to keep them safe.

Is there anything else...?

[crossmyheartandhope]

One more thing.

This ain't, like -- got nothing to do with hell, though. Heaven neither.

[bondsofsuffering]

[Some very mild curiosity, still mostly buried under the grief but there nonetheless.]

What is it?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I, uh. I been working on soemthing for you.

I was supposed to be for Christmas, but...

[bondsofsuffering]

...Oh yeah? Looks like you really beat it to me this time. I haven't even started getting yours together.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Well -- guess you gotta hold onto it till I see you again.

[bondsofsuffering]

Shopping for a future you... that's going to be a tough one.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I got faith in you, dude.

[bondsofsuffering]

Well, we'll see.

So? What did you have for me?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[This one is tucked into a different part of the closet]

[He takes it out, careful, and offers it over - a small, plain brown box]

Sorry. It ain't wrapped.

[bondsofsuffering]

I wouldn't have expected it to be in the middle of the summer.

[Missed their second Christmas by more than a mile, really, and that's something to grieve, too.

He opens up the box.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

It ain't finished, neither.

[Inside the box is a plain wooden ring, mingled dark and light wood, worked together so smoothly that there's no visibly seam. It's been polished to a glossy shine]

I was going to carve some sort of a design into it, but... well.

[bondsofsuffering]

[...Oh. Carefully taking it out, checking which finger it seems fitted for.]

I mean- it looks pretty good as is.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Middle finger, perhaps, though if he wanted to wear it on the ring finger, it would probably fit]

We talked about matching ones, so...