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may event ❄ shouto

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( . . . )

It is, but sometimes it's just fun to try your best.

( thinking. )

Do you have anything on you we could mark the trees with?

[glaciers]

[He's quiet as he considers it.

He was using mechanical pencil lead to write. So he'll pull that out of his pocket.]

It might be hard to see these marks.

may event ❄ ryoji

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( . . . )

Can't really see anything. . .

( gripping tightly on the edge, he's trying his best to inspect the inside but it's really dark. geez. it's a relief when ryoji finally speaks up, but only for a second. broken? does that mean that he's hurt?

oh fuck. yukine isn't sure how he's going to get him out. )

Broken?! What's broken?! Hey, hey guy! Just hang on there and I'll see if I can't get you out!

[appraiser]

No, it's nothing!

[ But that's what people say when they're trying to tough out injuries, isn't it? The thought barely touches Ryoji's mind when he hears the rise of panic in Yukine's voice and can't help but blurt out ]

Don't leave— [ "—me to die in this hole," if he wanted to be dramatic, but Yukine's going to have to leave if he's going to get help, so Ryoji bite down on his bottom lip to stop. ]

june retrospec post ❄ shouto

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( . . .

in preparation for shouto coming over, yukine has already moved himself outside to sit on the porch so he can keep an eye out for him. for whatever reason, his aunt isn't home tonight but it's probably a good thing considering that he's been yelling inside of his room for the past hour. she'd probably scream at him for making such a racket. hell, she wouldn't even know there ever was a green and blue since she doesn't seem to know anything else. he's also made a considerable mess of his bedroom as he's ripped through his closet in hopes of finding at least one photograph or one article of clothing that's still blue.

but nope. nada.

leaning forward from where he's sitting on the steps, he rests his chin against his knees. )

[glaciers]

[Shouto's wardrobe is usually white, gray and the occasional blue- which means now his colors are now all gray. His right eye? Gray. His jacket? Gray. He's getting very sick of gray but it's everywhere.

Interestingly, Shouto's hair isn't it's usual shade of red. Now it's only half that color, and the right side is completely white. He might have mentioned that at some point if blue and green didn't suddenly disappear.

There's a small wave as he notices Yukine outside.]

july event ❄ hikaru

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( . . . )

I was focused! Real focused!!

( huffs. )

What are you even doing out here?

[foxwitted]

I like the beach!

[She's holding up some of the shells she's collected.]

What are you doing out here?

july event ❄ kaz

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( . . . )

Wait, what? Like a tattoo? Really?

( then considering. )

Can I see?

[judgementkazzy]

Yeah. It's really big though, it covers my whole back.

[ He turns around and lifts the bottom of his shirt. Only a small part is visible like that, but you can clearly see the outline of a really rad dragon. Uh, but you know who usually gets huge tattoos like that, right...?

No harm in showing kids, though, haha! ]

Pretty cool, huh?

july event ❄ myca

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( . . . )

Okay. C'mon.

( what a boring order, but he said he would replace the one he spilled. he waves for myca to follow him before entering the shop again, easily approaching the counter to ask for a replacement small iced coffee without anything added. just cold ass black coffee.

then glancing back to them while the barista makes the order. )

Buuuuut I'm going to need a small favour from you. I've got this bingo card, you see, and I am trying to fill it out.

Re: july event ❄ myca

[thorninyourheart]

[they save the more fancy coffee for when they make it themselves at home. on the rare occasions that they actually have time. other than that? if they buy it, plain black iced coffee.

one slim eyebrow raises.]

And what, exactly, would you want me to do? [polite inquiry, though depending on what it is, they might just not do it. coffee or no coffee.]

july event ❄ dirk

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( . . . )

Uh.

( while he definitely wants to talk more about the tattoo—

—what the fuck. )

Did you. . .? What? Did you say fly?

[splinten]

Yes.

july event ❄ silver

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( . . . )

Whoa, hey, Silver. Is—

( is this really okay? except he can't manage to actually voice the question once the totodile is safe in his lap because he's struck by a joy like no other. it sits there easily, almost happily, and yukine is more than giddy from that alone.

even better is getting to gently rub its head. )

Oh my god.

[feistytrader]

Don't worry, he won't bite.

[Totodile's pretty happy on Yukine's lap, in fact. He seems pretty cool. Totodile's content to sit tight and kick his feet a little.]

july event ❄ yuri

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( . . . )

( talk about bewildering. everything happens so fast, so weirdly, and so wildly that yukine barely knows how to respond. he didn't know how to respond when yuri caught him, dipping him so delicately, and he still doesn't know what he should say when yuri is laughing and berating him. part of him feels like he should protest and insist that it was yuri's fault, that he should really be paying more attention to where he's going, and another part of him is just offended that any of this even happened in the first place.

only one thought flashes loud and clear through his jumbled mess of a head: he needs a photo. )

Wait, wait!

( reaching out towards him, trying to grab onto his sleeve. )

I need a photo! For the stupid app!

[catsudon]

( Yukine is so lucky Yuri is used to people and their weird requests as related to the Retrospec nonsense and bingo cards. he's still inelegantly plopping a strawberry into his mouth when Yukine gets a hold of his sleeve, stopping and tossing his hair as he looks back at the other teen. )

What, like a selfie?

september retrospec post ❄ yato

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( . . . )

and what if i'm already there? WHAT THEN

( to avoid letting anyone know that he was going out, yukine ended up sneaking out of his window. living with his parents wasn't the same as living with his aunt, primarily because they actually kept tabs on his whereabouts while he could pretty easily leave the the house whenever he wanted before. yukine figures he can't really fault his parents for it, but it sure is goddamn annoying. he liked that sort of freedom! thus, he'd left at first opportunity before his parents did something like suggest a family movie night and kept him all night.

he's nowhere near the playground, but yukine has been in the park for the last half hour trying with all of his concentrated might to convince a small black cat to let him take a picture of its face. so far, he's not had any luck and he's mostly given up and flopped onto the nearby grass where he's been softly trying talk to it. not that he expects it to understand! but he's hoping that maybe he can woo it into letting him at least pet it.

somehow it becomes liquid as soon as he tries to get his hand near it, perfectly contorting itself into weird shapes to avoid contact. )

Geez, so stingy.

( quietly, he attempts to meow at it. as if that'd work. )

[goen]

[ ... goddammit. Yato ignores Yukine's text!!

He spots Yukine on the way to the playground and pads his way over, his footsteps uncommonly light. ]

You'd be stingy too if some pimply kid on the street was trying to feel you up.

[ Yukine may or may not actually have pimples. Yato produces a dog treat from his pocket and crouches near the cat too. Maybe bribery will work??]

october event ❄ john

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( . . . )

I—

( there's a pause as he takes a breath, trying to calm himself enough to talk without panicking. )

Yes.

( then a thud as he hits his fist against the wall. )

But what does it matter?!

[windeity]

It matters because it means it isn't entirely hopeless. If you can move, we can figure out a way out. [Hm.] Look to your left. How far can you go?

[Probably not far, but he has to make sure Yukine doesn't completely lose it otherwise they're both a little screwed.]

october event ❄ yanagi

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( . . . )

We—? Who—?

( not that yanagi could see in this darkness, but yukine's eyebrows furrow as he tries to figure out who the stranger is. too bad it's ultimately a wasted effort. there's nothing to tie this voice to. )

Who are you?

( he asks as soon as he accepts the reality he won't be able to blindly guess this. he sounds considerably less friendly than usual.

when he speaks again, his voice is small and unsure. he knows he needs to get this person out but he couldn't even begin to figure out how. )

I. . . I don't know.

[odapologist]

[ Hm. Well, time to smooth things over a bit. Who he is doesn't matter, right? ]

...Don't worry about it! I'm human, okay? Not a monster, or a ghost. See?

[ Following the voice, taking his hands off the concrete wall...

He reaches for Yukine, follows his arm, and holds his hand with both of his, lightly in case he injured his hands from trying to escape. They're smaller than Yukine's, but warm. He lets go, then leans back on the wall. ]

It's okay... We'll figure out something. Maybe this is just a bad dream. Who shoves people in boxes?

[ There's a grunt as Yanagi tries pushing against the ceiling, wondering if it's any different from the rest of their confines. ]

october event ❄ yato

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Silence!

( the soldier shouts and a chorus of spears tap threateningly against the ground in unison to demand silence much like a judge's gavel. )

Tch! To think a traitor was able to split the heavens . .!

( the soldier scoffs, disbelieving and angry before yato starts swinging. the horses protest loudly, neighing furiously as they shuffle around to instinctively try and dodge yato's blade. in retort, several of the cavalry begin to swing towards yato—

yukine hasn't been able to speak thus far, effectively silenced, but he's still able to do this much so he reaches out to grab onto yato and yank him down towards the ground to avoid a spear aimed for his throat.

it's only when yato hits the ground that yukine finds his voice. )

Is this your memory?!

[goen]

[ Welp, Yato goes down on his butt when Yukine tugs him to ground. He panics for a moment, wondering if it's an enemy trying to trip him up, but then Yukine is yelling in his ear, which means that Yukine is at least alive. Relief courses over Yato as he scrambles up on one knee to parry an opportunistic spear thrust. ]

It's news to me!

[ Which is bad news, as far as dealing with this memory goes. If this were an old memory, at least he'd have a clue. He can't kill all of these cavalrymen alone, so his only other option is to talk to them. He stands and creates some breathing room with a wide swipe of his sword before raising his voice. ]

Bishamon hates me! Why would we conspire?! There must be a mistake!

october event ❄ akira

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Wha—I don't—

( it takes him a good solid moment to realise that this is about yato. he had almost forgotten about the "master" conversation that the two of them had had before. did this mean that it was actually true? there's something bone chilling about the thought, but he can't afford to dwell on it when there are a horde of soldiers threatening his friend and him. that swing of the spear had already been enough to temporarily his stop his heart, he might actually pass out if this gets any more violent.

he's got to get akira out of here. he glances at akira from the corner of his eye, nodding at him. )

The forest!

( it can't be true. it's got be one of the few places that yato wouldn't go. one of the soldiers lifts a hand, waving towards the others and a large section of them vanish as they dash off towards the direction of the forest.

then the soldier gestures to akira. )

Human. State your name.

[maskreant]

[ Akira can't talk to Yukine freely without these horsemen of the apocalypse hearing them, but he gives him an approving look. It's a good choice... There shouldn't be any bystanders around the forest at this time of night. The forest also provides so much cover in case anyone stragglers needs to escape.

He's processing so many scenarios in his mine as they're left here with a numbered few. This seems a lot more manageable. ]

Akira Kurusu... What is all of this about?

[ He thinks they can give them the slip here, but he's awfully curious. There's something about this that doesn't seem right—are these figures from Yukine's memories? What has Yukine done wrong?

If you were expecting him to leave and think about his own safety, you are wrong. ]

october event ❄ yamato

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Ya—

( he starts, stumbling on the syllables as he tries to force himself to speak. everything tries to fall out of his mouth at once and he manages is the start of yamato's name before he breaks off into some strange noise. )

Yamato?! Hey, are you—

( his voice cracks. )

Okay?

[okitactless]

[The answer is "no, not really". Can anyone really be okay in a situation like this? But Yukine sounds like he's doing far worse, so Yasusada pushes his own discomfort away.]

I'm fine, I think. [Admittedly, it's hard to tell.] Are you okay? What is this?

october event ❄ marcell

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( there is no answer.

there is nothing that yukine can say in this moment, all of his words feeling like sand in his throat. there is so much that he should say and should do. he is handling this wrong. his father is suffering, his mother is single-minded, and he drowning underneath the fear of it. the fear of what it all means, where it will take them, and what he's supposed to do.

what is the right answer? he doesn't know. all he can do is look up towards where marcell is standing with wet eyes, somewhere near the vision of his father and behind the shoulder of his mother.

it's the mother who speaks, turning to look at him. )

Pardon me. ( she says, lifting a hand. ) Would you mind waiting outside? I am speaking with my son.

[fairhands]

[ Of course. He suspects this is like...a flashback, of sorts. He just happens to be here to spoil the script, as it were. It breaks his heart to see Yukine like this, to see Ichirou like this too. Marcell isn't sure what to do, but -- ]

...I'm sorry, he seems afraid.

[ He can't just walk out and wait. ]

october event ❄ kashuu ❄ YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP

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( . . . )

( there's a noticeable flinch at the first brush of contact. it's just a little thing, a light touch of fingertips to his hair, but yukine is so alert and aware of everything going on that it feels like so much more than it really is. it takes him a moment and a herculean amount of self control to keep himself still as kashuu pats him before letting kashuu settle his hand onto his shoulder. it's both terrifying and so overwhelmingly relieving that yukine can't find the words to talk.

instead he reaches up to press his palm against kashuu's, just feeling the warmth of it, as he tries to remember how to breathe. )

I'm sorry.

( he says in a voice so small. )

SLAMS HANDS DOWN paintrain

[sharplydressed]

[His hand is probably not in the most elegant state it's ever been in, palm somewhat clammy from the struggling and panic, but he holds Yukine's carefully regardless. Not tight enough to be restrictive, but with enough strength to convey at least some measure of reassurance.]

Hey. No apologizing, okay? Just breathe with me for a little while. I'm not going anywhere. You can hear me, right?

[The sound of his own breathing, that is, which he wrangles back under control in record time so he can set the pacing for Yukine too. It's a steady in and out, loud in the stifling silence of the prison, measured and predictable. The only time it's interrupted is a brief moment here or there where he interjects with small nudges of encouragement, little "you're doing fine"s or "you're still with me"s that drift softly through the otherwise still air.]