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[ from here. ]

Mr. Jack Simon.

[ he sets it in stone, for less nefarious purposes. perhaps. who knows. there's a path that eventually meanders towards an arch, but for now: ]

I'm curious—what do you suppose someone gains from taking away color from the world? Seems an odd form of torture, an even stranger form of punishment. You suppose it was meant for us? Or for those who might have been here before us?

[ here is a man! with a gun! it's percy!

percy's just sitting in central, once again on the bench he has christened with dark stains from before. he's taking apart his rifle to check it before putting it back together with all the speed and practice of a man who is not just familiar with it, but rather, intimately familiar. ]

Ah, Mr. Simon. How are you faring today?

[ if he's already looked at the contact cards on the phone, he isn't mentioning it. ]

Edited 2022-02-13 23:27 (UTC)

[ it's a typical monday in the crystalline apartments and here is percy giving his gun a good old cleaning on top of a dark towel. it's disassembled and he's going over it with a soft cloth, the soothing waves of calm rippling off of it very gently. the keurig emits a soft coffee scent into the apartment. he looks up when the door (to wherever) opens and offers a nod in greeting ]

Seems at least we're back with our proper talents today.

[ good mornyan, november. ]

How is it out there?

[Who'd have thought these bubbles can sneak even in their shared dormitory? All of a sudden, there's a bubble, and perhaps fortunately, it seems November's memory is the one that shows up here]

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If you wanted to talk to someone, you'd go and get in touch with them, like a decent everyday person. Apparently November doesn't play by those basic rules, because what he did was stand near a building's entrance for the woman he wanted to talk with to come out.

Misaki Kirihara certainly was surprised to see him! Taking him aside, they began their conversation. "How are your injuries?" she asked. From looking at November you couldn't have known he had been injured recently. He looked as well put together as usual, standing there with his arms behind his back and sunglasses on.

"I feel as great as I look"

"Good to hear. By the way, what are you doing here?"

"I received information that the attacks would continue."

"You were hurt in the line of duty so I understand why you can't ignore the situation. Leave the rest to us"

"I just wanted to get a good view of the explosion"

Kirihara's reaction was, of course, a horrified gasp, followed by glaring at him with frustration. This was far from the first time November had dropped one of his jokes on her.

"I'm kidding. Actually, I received some additional embassy-related information. I wanted to let you in on a secret as a token of my appreciation for the other day."

What followed was a lot of information about some man who apparently used to be kept in the basement of some organization's headquarters, doing research about some gate, and another organization that was going after him. Judging by how November went out of his way to come spill these beans, it's all important and sensitive information. It also included a warning that there could be enemy elements among those working in the embassy they were referring to.

"I'm sure you already know, but February, the leader of the EPR, used to work by my side as a fellow agent"

"Isn't that still true?"

"What do you think?" he replied, staring at her with his usual smile.

Apparently everything November had told her was a lot of very worrying information, because Kirihara went silent, frowning. For several seconds they stood there in silence until November, nonchalantly, poked her right between the eyebrows, the contact snapping her out of whatever thoughts she was dealing with, she stepping back and covering right where he had poked her.

"Oh, sorry. I couldn't restrain myself at the sight of that wrinkle" he said as if he hadn't just poked her, not caring she was glaring at him now. "Misaki"

"What is it?"

Taking off the sunglasses, November said, actually going out of his way to give advice. Despite how much of a pain November can be, and although he tends to be pretty focused on his job, he still took the time to address someone as an ally. "From here on out, the line that separates enemies and allies doesn't exist" he said, surprising Misaki. "You must act on your own intuition"

Not bad advice at all!

Having dropped that, November turns around. "I'll see you later" he says, walking away.

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[Once the memory ended, there was November, looking like he had been caught offguard by the memory after all]

Not the most professional moment, but I suppose as far as memories go it's not the worst one that could be shown here.

[It doesn't have him showing his powers, for example]

[Well that didn't go all that great. How is it going, Percy? Still with a bloody face?

There comes November, looking at calm as usual]

That night in the apartment seems so distant now.

[It really does. Still, what kind of greeting is this, November?]

[ percy is slowly meandering back into the apartment. he has yet to really see or encounter anyone directly, having only gone to the medbay to get some healing in during the early hours. his face is still a little bruised and his arm is still in a sling.

he steps in just as november might be stepping out to greet the morning, and as they encounter one another, a wave of emotion sparks—anxiety like bright strips of electricity. percy's face however remains calm. ]

Ah, good morning... November...

Edited 2022-03-14 23:31 (UTC)

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