Still, doing nothing more than blinking and finding yourself in a totally different location two weeks later is beyond strange and Yata is determined to get his feet underneath him one again. So he's set out upon the town to do... something?
Yeah, sure. Something. He's not sure what yet, but he'll figure it out. For now, at least, he's just skating around, making sure that he remembers where everything is and who everyone is. And it's to that end that he calls out to the people he passes.
Familiar people are greeted with a simple: ] Hey.
[ ... you know, like he hasn't been mysteriously absent the past two weeks. Strangers, on the other hand, are given a brief, puzzled stare and then: ]
[ You know what's been fun? Not this week, that's for sure. Between struggling to fight off sickness, trying to take care of his fellow reds, and being separated from his consigliere, he was just... exhausted? Yeah. Yeah, that was a fitting word to describe this.
He was probably a little dazed when Yata spotted him, giving a sniff or two, clearly getting over the worst of a cold. But he almost instantly snapped out of it from the familiar voice. It's a little funny, because he knew about his predicament, and he knew that, in the end, he'd be okay, much like Elizabeth and Vriska, but... the thing with that is... he never really knew Elizabeth and Vriska prior to their stone-turning. Him, though?
Sorry, but instead of a greeting back, you're getting a hug, Yata. Caramia near threw himself at this idiot, arms flung around him rather haphazardly, but hopefully as comfortingly as he was trying to be. ]
You're okay! [ This all might've been... a little too exaggerated, really. Sure, he was stone for a while, but shit, Caramia... ] You... are okay, right? How are you feeling? Have... have you eaten anything?
[ What is with people and hugging him tonight? It's like he was gone or something.
In any case, Yata should be ready for it, but isn't, an it's only luck that he steps back off his skateboard as he catches Caramia and doesn't manage to trip on. ]
Woah! Geez, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine...
[ Somehow, patting Caramia on the head comes more naturally to him than anything he'd done with Fushimi earlier. ]
[ He hasn't had the pleasure of talking to anyone who has been turned into a statue before or spoken with anyone that has gone missing or anything like that, but knows from flying around, especially his first day here, he hasn't seen somebody like this before. Anyway, I apologize for his attire, but he's in the process of getting new clothes soon. A gun is slung over his shoulder, though. It looks like a hunting rifle. Maybe he's going to shoot something, but he looked kind of young to just carrying around a gun nonchalantly. Hmm. ]
Am I new here? Wait a blasted second, aren't you new here?
[ No, Yata isn't new (compared to Jake) but he's not going to address that right this second. Not when there's a much more pressing issue to attend to. ]
[ OH MY GOD NO. THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU SAY IN RESPONSE TO THAT. THAT JUST MAKES IT WORSE. What an awful visual. ]
Oh, shit. No! I didn't mean that.. I meant.. it's nothing you need to ask about! [ might as well be nothing considering how short those shorts are but god. ]
Huh? [Sora turns when someone addresses him and he grins in return. It's pretty cool to see someone with a skateboard and he's got to mildly wonder where the other got it. Roxas would like one and Sora's alright at skating too?]
Yeah, I guess I am new here. Kind of weird to say that, huh? I'm Sora! What's up?
[ Ah, he knew it! Yata grins when Sora gives his name, stepping off his skateboard properly and stepping on one end yo lever it is. ]
I'm Yata. [ As for why he's out here, even Yata realizes that going into the whole statue thing will be weird, so instead... ] Uh - I'm part of the patrol team, so I'm... you know, patrolling.
[They hadn't really talked back then. Therefore Kei shouldn't fault him for asking him if he was new. He just shrugged briefly before crossing his arms.]
No. Perhaps we've spoken over the network?
( FUSHIMI ) fight off the light tonight and just stay with me
[ There's a statue in the kitchen - and then, the very next moment, there suddenly isn't. Instead there's a person - a particular redhead, in fact - crashing to the ground with a loud clatter, a louder shout of surprise, and a lot of startled coughing.
Where... is he? Inside? Why his he inside? How is he inside? Why is the inside of his mouth dusty? ]
Sar--
[ And that's as far as he gets before dissolving into more choked coughing. Hopefully Fushimi is nearby. ]
[ Do you know who is laying face down on the bed like the most pathetic lump of person you've ever seen in your entire right? That's right, it's Fushimi, doing his best impression of a dead body-- up until he hears the crash and the familiar shout.
Fushimi rolls out of bed and nearly trips scrambling out of the door, kicking the blanket off as he goes. He looks like hell -- he's given up on even the pretense of keeping his hair swept back, which makes him look about five years younger, and the bags under his eyes could form their own government systems at this point -- but it's fine.
He makes it into the kitchen and then stops, just kind of.
[ Yata hears Fushimi coming before he sees him and jumps to his feet, unwilling to look cool in front of Fushimi or Akira or - god forbid - Guren, or whoever it is that happens to be coming down the stairs.
Of course, once Yata actually sees Fushimi all thoughts of his own dignity fly out the window. He stares at him for a moment, openly shocked, then hurries across the kitchen. ]
[ Fushimi reaches out and just sort of. Touches Yata's shoulder, like he's not entirely convinced Yata is real. Which he isn't; this place has preyed on all of Fushimi's poor sanity for months now, and it's been a downward trend even before Yata turned into a statue, but...
Once Fushimi is sure that it's Yata, and that Yata is fine and real and not some sort of horrible hallucination created specifically to hurt Fushimi, he steps forward and resumes his really solid (like, 11/10, judges agree) impression of a dead body, sliding his arms over Yata's shoulder and letting his weight rest on the smaller man. ]
You were gone. [ It's a good thing Yata's reasonably skilled in understanding muffled Fushimi-speak because Fushimi is speaking directly into Yata's slightly dusty shoulder. ] Everyone was gone.
[ Long version: Yata had been unconscious and/or a statue for the past couple of weeks, missing all sorts of weird shit with talking birds and emotional trauma.
Short version: What the fuck?
But Yata's been more or less caught up and learned something very important: Guren had a fight. That doesn't sound exactly unlike him, but apparently this one caused him some trouble. Guren's not home when Yata 'wakes up', but that's not a problem.
When Guren is home, however, Yata is nowhere in sight... at least not until Guren goes upstairs. Then he'll find Yata right where he belongs: sprawled out on Guren's floor, boredly flipping through a picture book he'd scavenged shortly before getting turned into a rock.
But when Guren enters he sits up and sets it aside without hesitation, lifting his head in a short wave. ]
[When Guren first sees Yata there, he stops in the doorway, genuinely surprised. Relieved. Thank god. He's okay, Fushimi will be okay, he doesn't have to worry about that anymore. Yata is here.
Of course, he can't let that last on his face for more than a couple seconds. He steps inside, scowling.]
Who the hell said you could be in my room? Get lost.
[ It's too late, Guren. Yata saw. Yata saw everything.
Fortunately (?) for Guren, Yata is still an easily distracted idiot. Guren tells him to get lost and Yata scowls as he climbs to his feet, if less vehemently than he may have otherwise. ]
You get lost. Why'd you tell Saru I wasn't coming back?
[ It's kind of late by now and Yata should probably just let Akira rest... but this is sort of important. Yata meanders over to Akira's door and actually knocks (it's not like this is Guren's) room, though he doesn't wait for an answer before he speaks up. ]
Akira, we gotta talk.
[ He sounds... tired. Serious. Not like Yata. ]
... And I'm not a statue anymore.
[ ... Maybe a little like Yata. ]
SORRY THIS IS SO LATE feel free to get back to it whenever <3
[Akira isn't asleep, so there's no worries about waking him up - though once he hears the voice behind the door, there's no way he could have stayed asleep, anyway.
He jumps up and hurries to open it, ushering Yata in, looking him over unconsciously. It's as Yata says: he is definitely not a statue anymore, and he seems fine, at least physically.
[ Fushimi's sleep, actually, has been remarkably great ever since Misaki turned back into a human instead of a fetching stone statue to liven up the kitchen. Fushimi hasn't had a single nightmare of note, and he actually goes to sleep at a reasonable time -- largely when Misaki does -- rather than staying up, illuminating the room with the cold glow of his laptop until the sun starts to peek in through the window.
That changes, very abruptly, only a few nights after Misaki is "back". Fushimi doesn't make much noise in his sleep, as a rule, and even now, he isn't making noise with his mouth, just with the way he moves his skin against the blankets. His hand flies out, smacking against Yata's form, but Fushimi doesn't seem to process it; he kicks out, ripping the blanket off both of them and then --
Then he yells Yata's name, only the first syllable coming out before Fushimi sits bolt upright and catches himself, swallowing down the rest of his words. ]
-- Misaki? [ The way he grabs at Yata, almost instinctively, is a pretty clear indicator of what he was dreaming about. ]
[ Well, it's been a while since Yata has heard Fushimi yell for him in the middle of the night. And that's not even meant in a suggestive way. He literally hasn't been around for one of Fushimi's nightmares in years.
He wakes up all the same, however; first with an annoyed grumble as Fushimi smacks him, then with a startled yelp as the blankets are yanked away. He stares at Fushimi as he's grabbed, eyes wide and hair mussed. ]
[ Fushimi's hands curl in Yata's shirt, automatic, and he lowers his head. He wants to be reassured that Yata is there, but he doesn't want to make eye contact, not when that was the worst nightmare he thinks he's had in years, and for it to be about Yata--
He can't help but think that this is his fault for daring to get close to Yata again.
He exhales, still too shaky to cover for it, but he manages to keep his voice level -- tired, exhausted, entirely too tense for the early hour -- when he replies. ]
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Yeah, sure. Something. He'll leave it at that.
Still, doing nothing more than blinking and finding yourself in a totally different location two weeks later is beyond strange and Yata is determined to get his feet underneath him one again. So he's set out upon the town to do... something?
Yeah, sure. Something. He's not sure what yet, but he'll figure it out. For now, at least, he's just skating around, making sure that he remembers where everything is and who everyone is. And it's to that end that he calls out to the people he passes.
Familiar people are greeted with a simple: ] Hey.
[ ... you know, like he hasn't been mysteriously absent the past two weeks. Strangers, on the other hand, are given a brief, puzzled stare and then: ]
Huh. Are you new here?
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He was probably a little dazed when Yata spotted him, giving a sniff or two, clearly getting over the worst of a cold. But he almost instantly snapped out of it from the familiar voice. It's a little funny, because he knew about his predicament, and he knew that, in the end, he'd be okay, much like Elizabeth and Vriska, but... the thing with that is... he never really knew Elizabeth and Vriska prior to their stone-turning. Him, though?
Sorry, but instead of a greeting back, you're getting a hug, Yata. Caramia near threw himself at this idiot, arms flung around him rather haphazardly, but hopefully as comfortingly as he was trying to be. ]
You're okay! [ This all might've been... a little too exaggerated, really. Sure, he was stone for a while, but shit, Caramia... ] You... are okay, right? How are you feeling? Have... have you eaten anything?
[ Priorities. ]
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In any case, Yata should be ready for it, but isn't, an it's only luck that he steps back off his skateboard as he catches Caramia and doesn't manage to trip on. ]
Woah! Geez, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine...
[ Somehow, patting Caramia on the head comes more naturally to him than anything he'd done with Fushimi earlier. ]
I was just some sort of weird statue, I guess...
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Anyway, I apologize for his attire, but he's in the process of getting new clothes soon. A gun is slung over his shoulder, though. It looks like a hunting rifle. Maybe he's going to shoot something, but he looked kind of young to just carrying around a gun nonchalantly. Hmm. ]
Am I new here? Wait a blasted second, aren't you new here?
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The hell are you wearing?
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Oh, shit. No! I didn't mean that.. I meant.. it's nothing you need to ask about!
[ might as well be nothing considering how short those shorts are but god. ]
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Yeah, I guess I am new here. Kind of weird to say that, huh? I'm Sora! What's up?
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I'm Yata. [ As for why he's out here, even Yata realizes that going into the whole statue thing will be weird, so instead... ] Uh - I'm part of the patrol team, so I'm... you know, patrolling.
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[He wants to help for however long he's in this world for.]
Is it cool? What kind of stuff do you see happen?
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No. Perhaps we've spoken over the network?
( FUSHIMI ) fight off the light tonight and just stay with me
Where... is he? Inside? Why his he inside? How is he inside? Why is the inside of his mouth dusty? ]
Sar--
[ And that's as far as he gets before dissolving into more choked coughing. Hopefully Fushimi is nearby. ]
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Fushimi rolls out of bed and nearly trips scrambling out of the door, kicking the blanket off as he goes. He looks like hell -- he's given up on even the pretense of keeping his hair swept back, which makes him look about five years younger, and the bags under his eyes could form their own government systems at this point -- but it's fine.
He makes it into the kitchen and then stops, just kind of.
Staring.
For a minute. ]
Misaki?
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Of course, once Yata actually sees Fushimi all thoughts of his own dignity fly out the window. He stares at him for a moment, openly shocked, then hurries across the kitchen. ]
Saru? What happened?
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Once Fushimi is sure that it's Yata, and that Yata is fine and real and not some sort of horrible hallucination created specifically to hurt Fushimi, he steps forward and resumes his really solid (like, 11/10, judges agree) impression of a dead body, sliding his arms over Yata's shoulder and letting his weight rest on the smaller man. ]
You were gone. [ It's a good thing Yata's reasonably skilled in understanding muffled Fushimi-speak because Fushimi is speaking directly into Yata's slightly dusty shoulder. ] Everyone was gone.
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( GUREN ) just how deep do you believe?
Short version: What the fuck?
But Yata's been more or less caught up and learned something very important: Guren had a fight. That doesn't sound exactly unlike him, but apparently this one caused him some trouble. Guren's not home when Yata 'wakes up', but that's not a problem.
When Guren is home, however, Yata is nowhere in sight... at least not until Guren goes upstairs. Then he'll find Yata right where he belongs: sprawled out on Guren's floor, boredly flipping through a picture book he'd scavenged shortly before getting turned into a rock.
But when Guren enters he sits up and sets it aside without hesitation, lifting his head in a short wave. ]
Yo.
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Of course, he can't let that last on his face for more than a couple seconds. He steps inside, scowling.]
Who the hell said you could be in my room? Get lost.
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Fortunately (?) for Guren, Yata is still an easily distracted idiot. Guren tells him to get lost and Yata scowls as he climbs to his feet, if less vehemently than he may have otherwise. ]
You get lost. Why'd you tell Saru I wasn't coming back?
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[He's so nice... He loves you all, really. He doesn't react at all when Yata stands up, standing in place a foot or two away.]
I told him you might not come back, because it was the truth. You want me to lie to him? Coddle him? Too bad. Stay here and do that yourself.
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( AKIRA ) you know they can't all be saved
Akira, we gotta talk.
[ He sounds... tired. Serious. Not like Yata. ]
... And I'm not a statue anymore.
[ ... Maybe a little like Yata. ]
SORRY THIS IS SO LATE feel free to get back to it whenever <3
He jumps up and hurries to open it, ushering Yata in, looking him over unconsciously. It's as Yata says: he is definitely not a statue anymore, and he seems fine, at least physically.
He doesn't sound fine, though.]
What's up?
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It's about Guren.
[ And he suspects Guren might have supernatural hearing. He's too much like Kusanagi not to. ]
Has he told you about his demon... thing?
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6/3ish;
That changes, very abruptly, only a few nights after Misaki is "back". Fushimi doesn't make much noise in his sleep, as a rule, and even now, he isn't making noise with his mouth, just with the way he moves his skin against the blankets. His hand flies out, smacking against Yata's form, but Fushimi doesn't seem to process it; he kicks out, ripping the blanket off both of them and then --
Then he yells Yata's name, only the first syllable coming out before Fushimi sits bolt upright and catches himself, swallowing down the rest of his words. ]
-- Misaki? [ The way he grabs at Yata, almost instinctively, is a pretty clear indicator of what he was dreaming about. ]
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He wakes up all the same, however; first with an annoyed grumble as Fushimi smacks him, then with a startled yelp as the blankets are yanked away. He stares at Fushimi as he's grabbed, eyes wide and hair mussed. ]
Saru? What happened?
[ He's not quite awake yet. Give him a moment. ]
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He can't help but think that this is his fault for daring to get close to Yata again.
He exhales, still too shaky to cover for it, but he manages to keep his voice level -- tired, exhausted, entirely too tense for the early hour -- when he replies. ]
... bad dream.
[ Understatement of the year. ]