Sunday 1: Introspectre

[genuinelie.livejournal.com]

FIRST POST! Roleplay is now open.

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Modified posting rules (titles):

Day, number, title.

So:

Monday 1: A bright morning

the next post on the same day would be

Monday 1.2: Out and about

Following post:

Monday 1.3: An encounter!

(you can go on indefinitely...Monday 1.235 is an option...)

Next:

Tuesday 1: On the street

In the event of a mission, add Mission # to the title. So - Monday 1: Mission 1: The ant farm (location of mission)

The next week would be:

Monday 2: The day after

Monday 2.2: Cold cereal and cigarettes

Etc.

Thanks be to pichi for revisions on this.





Aya was doing something that he rarely did, although no one was around at the moment to see it.

The smile felt awkward on his face, the corners of his lips pulling at the dried clay of his cheeks and chin.

He fingered his naked ear and looked to the table beside his bed. A single gold shaft lay in its center, under the canopy of the lamp and beside his alarm.

His sister was awake. She was home.

He was no longer Aya.

He was Ran. Again.

Or maybe he had always been Ran.

His face settled back into its familiar mold, smile fading to neutrality.

He hadn't thought he would be like Omi, where the name Takatori held such meaning. He hadn't thought that it would matter, aside from the constant reminder of a past that was so starkly different from his present. No matter what he or his teammates chose to call him, he was the same person.

Wasn't he?

But Aya's eyes, his sister's, told him otherwise when they looked so earnestly at him. She remembered someone else, someone her brother could barely remember being.

He didn't care, but for a brief moment he wondered if his teammates could remember to call him Ran. He had told his sister that he had taken her name for a time, to keep her present and with him, but the Aya they knew and the Ran she expected him to be - well, he was afraid that she would be able to see the truth of himself as Aya stripped open in their eyes.

Perhaps, he reflected, it would be better if she knew.

The thought made him grip the fabric on his bed.

He wished he could see her now. She was here, she was living, he could make her laugh if he opened his door to find her. But he had told himself he would let her live, and grow, in a space not smothered by his presence.

At least, as much as he was able.

His eyes flicked to the sword on his dresser.

How long, he wondered, could he keep her sheltered?

Kritiker had changed leadership. There was a new contact, and a new leader. How well could this new entity protect them?

Manx had promised that his sister would be under Kritiker's care, at least as much as was safe for the organization's interests. But Manx was gone.

It didn't matter. She had spoken for their employers, and as far as Aya was concerned, he would hold them to that.

Slowly, he released the sheets and picked up the book he had been reading a few moments before.

"In order to grow, flowers must be planted in fertile earth. The earth is like your past. It's made of the same material as the new life it will give birth to, but it cannot be resurrected. Till your memories like the earth, but let them rest..."

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[skyrat13.livejournal.com]

Yohji arched an eyebrow, unphased. "So um, what exactly are you objecting to here? I'm not clear on whether you disagree with my merely truthful assement of your sibling's physical superiority, or if you do not wish for me to contribute to the post-breakfast cleaning ritual."

He looked Ran dead in the eye, maintaining a finely honed expression of complete disinterest.

[genuinelie.livejournal.com]

Ran glared right back at him, eyes steely. "If you ever even think about her that way again, I will use my sword on you, Kudoh."

It occured to him that Aya was standing right there, but the thought of Yohji even mentioning his sister in a less-than-brotherly way made him want to run the man through with his katana.

[skyrat13.livejournal.com]

Yohji leaned back and continued to observe Ran calmly.

"You should know me well enough by now to realize that it's rarely the people I'm actually thinking about that get complimented in, how did you put it? That way. I was merely acknowledging that your sister is a fine young lady who merits some chivalry from time to time. Whatever personal interest that you managed to superimpose upon my intentions was purely imaginary."

"And I really ought to point out," he added, "that one has to have a proper concern for their own well being before threatening them with sword-induced violence becomes effective."

Yohji picked up the paper and went back to reading the comics as if nothing had happened.

[pichi.livejournal.com]

Omi smiled in a bit of relief at Yohji’s consent and took a big bite of his breakfast. Good. Now Ken wouldn’t have a problem-- after winning that self-declared race Omi didn’t want to try wrangling him into agreeing-- and he didn’t want to be left with them himself, not with that big math assignment looming over his head. As busy as he always was, his teammates shouldn’t mind doing a little more to pitch in.

Yet Omi found, once again, that instead of a peaceful change of subject, Ran and Yohji were arguing again, and he with a mouthful of pancake. He swallowed as soon as he could, utterly bewildered at why Ran was making such a big deal over this. Yohji spoke like that about every girl; it seemed perfectly normal behavior for him. And that last remark... Oh, both of them were just impossible!

“Don’t talk like that, Yohji-kuuuun.” He whined, making no effort to mask that Yohji’s lack of regard for his own well-being upset him. Ran was no better, threatening him like that... Omi didn’t -think- he really meant it, but... threats were far from the sort of remarks Omi wanted tossed out amongst his teammates, genuine or not.

Completely missing the point of the argument, he turned an uncertain look to Ran, offering what seemed the only resolution to it he could intervene with. “If it bothers you that much... Sorry. I don’t care which one of you takes care of the mess. If you’d rather do it...”

[genuinelie.livejournal.com]

Ran turned to their youngest teammate and leader, then breathed in.

And out.

He felt like hitting his head on the table. He'd let Yohji bait him, again.

"Yohji will." Ran stated.

He took a few pancakes from the plate and began eating as if nothing had happened, cutting small pieces neatly.

[7bladed.livejournal.com]

Aya-Chan glanced from one Weiss member to the next, not sure whether she should be horrified or laughing. Was this really what they were like together? Still, she had to admit, the constant bickering back and forth was a lot livelier than what she had previously experienced in the house. She opened her mouth to offer to clean the mess, but then decided against it, stuffing a small piece of pancake into her mouth instead. She wasn't about to risk saying anything that could start up any sort of argument again.

[skyrat13.livejournal.com]

While Yohji was far from being thrilled about the load of chores he had just landed, he took comfort in congratulating himself on not making a joke out of Aya's threat. It had been all he could do not to start laughing in Ran's face when he uttered the words "use my sword on you." That man seriously needed to work on his phrasing.

He made sure his face was throughly buried in the newspaper before allowing himself to snicker.

[plotbunnytiff.livejournal.com]

Ken sighed to himself as Ran and Yohji went into yet another round of verbal fencing. It had reached a point where he could almost see the parry and blocking of insults and threats flying through the air.

Looks like Kudoh might come out the victor after that devestating word flurry...but wait, the Omi card has been thrown into the ring...and Fujimiya takes the advantage to sweep in for the killing point! Well done.

During the exchange Ken grabbed a plate and helped himself to a healthy serving of pancakes. No sense in throwing his two cents in; Omi was the "peacemaker", and besides, Yohji would probably end up trying to hoist the duty off on someone else anyway.

He did wonder how long it would take for Yohji to remember the "don't hit on the younger sister" unspoken rule...and decided not to hold his breath. He probably never learned that rule to start with.

[pichi.livejournal.com]

Finally, things looked like they were settling down again. Omi didn’t fuss about Yohji returning to the paper. He poked a bit at his pancake with his fork, eyes gazing unfocusedly at it. The silence felt awkward. Not that he’d have traded it back for more arguing. He looked up. Maybe a change of subject was in order.

“Does anyone have plans for the day?” Hoo, that was lame.

[skyrat13.livejournal.com]

Omi's question gave Yohji an excuse to stop pretending to read the paper (he had finished the page quite a while ago,) and make a second attempt at being social.

"Day?" he rubbed his chin while musing over the thought, "truth be told, I haven't gone to bed yet. It's still late night by my clock."

He punctuated the statement by taking a swig of the beer that he had chosen to accompany his pancakes.