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( he's tired. in the back of his head there's a burbling of white noise that sounds like shrieks and screams and splurting fluids and dying. ther's a fire that crackles and devours, even though most recently he'd been by the sea, watching as the waters settled, the monster trying to dissolve them all beaten back until it consumed itself. an ouroboros of sorts, he thinks, and then wonders when he last thought about the snake that swallowed its own tail.
his hand rests against the side of one stone lion, grateful for its steadiness. he doesn't remember at what point where he felt pulled to this place; or how he made it from the beach back through the suburbs heading north, toward the city. he hadn't found a bus. maybe he'd ridden the lion, somehow; he stands on the sidewalk leaning against a stone shoulder, idly tracing his fingers over scars in the stone. one of the lion's ears has been chipped, permanently; improbably enough, the lion purrs in a great impossible rumble, sitting down as Yuri fails to move forward. the bag Yuri had picked up again at some point slid down with a thud, resting at the back of his legs. mine, he thinks tiredly, and he doesn't fight it for once.
he wants a shower. ten showers. he wants a bed. his bed. he wants a phone charger and an outlet and to know his friends are all okay. he wants to talk to his Grandpa. he wants to not have to move.
he ignores that last part, not trapped in or in a shitty swamp or in a poorly lit house buried under dust and death and its own weighted history. he's not poisoned, though he's a little singed and a hell of a lot of sore. he's not bleeding (much) past incidental small injuries, nicks and cuts. he's sweat and dirt streaked, sand-dust coating his dress shirt and the 1960's suit slacks that'd mostly come through intact. his abused leopard print sneakers jut out of the bottom.
when he thinks he sees Anya in the middle distance, he squints, half clamouring up on the lion to get a better view after asking it to stand. the lion cranes its neck to look up at him, and Yuri keeps his balance on stone shoulders, shielding his eyes. he's relieved once he's stop being disbelieving, the intensity of the emotion sweeping in a singular joy as he lights up, smiling, wanting to laugh in spite of being exhausted.
cupping his hands around his mouth and drawing air in his lungs, he shouts: )
Nasteeeeenkaaaaaaaaaaaa!
( then he's leaping down, racing her way, lion shaking its massive stone head and trotting along in his wake, his pack politely picked up and carried in its mouth. )
his hand rests against the side of one stone lion, grateful for its steadiness. he doesn't remember at what point where he felt pulled to this place; or how he made it from the beach back through the suburbs heading north, toward the city. he hadn't found a bus. maybe he'd ridden the lion, somehow; he stands on the sidewalk leaning against a stone shoulder, idly tracing his fingers over scars in the stone. one of the lion's ears has been chipped, permanently; improbably enough, the lion purrs in a great impossible rumble, sitting down as Yuri fails to move forward. the bag Yuri had picked up again at some point slid down with a thud, resting at the back of his legs. mine, he thinks tiredly, and he doesn't fight it for once.
he wants a shower. ten showers. he wants a bed. his bed. he wants a phone charger and an outlet and to know his friends are all okay. he wants to talk to his Grandpa. he wants to not have to move.
he ignores that last part, not trapped in or in a shitty swamp or in a poorly lit house buried under dust and death and its own weighted history. he's not poisoned, though he's a little singed and a hell of a lot of sore. he's not bleeding (much) past incidental small injuries, nicks and cuts. he's sweat and dirt streaked, sand-dust coating his dress shirt and the 1960's suit slacks that'd mostly come through intact. his abused leopard print sneakers jut out of the bottom.
when he thinks he sees Anya in the middle distance, he squints, half clamouring up on the lion to get a better view after asking it to stand. the lion cranes its neck to look up at him, and Yuri keeps his balance on stone shoulders, shielding his eyes. he's relieved once he's stop being disbelieving, the intensity of the emotion sweeping in a singular joy as he lights up, smiling, wanting to laugh in spite of being exhausted.
cupping his hands around his mouth and drawing air in his lungs, he shouts: )
Nasteeeeenkaaaaaaaaaaaa!
( then he's leaping down, racing her way, lion shaking its massive stone head and trotting along in his wake, his pack politely picked up and carried in its mouth. )
[It had been a bit of a wild reentry.
After the battle at the beach, Anya had taken a small infantry of knights back to the city... because she wasn't sure what else to do with them. Should she give them a place to rest? Did they need food? Certainly everyone was getting rather tired and hungry after all of... that. Even if she could not yet figure out how to describe what that was. Still, she had been able to make it back to the dragon that had brought all of Team Tarzan back, Anya's hands outstretched to the great, beautiful beast that enchanted her beyond words.
For a few moments, it's quiet. She listens to the shuffling of suits of armor, the confused rattling of her monkey friend that had come along. She ponders over her own state of dress worthy of a video game character, though she lacks the fancy hat. Would she get to keep this armor? Maybe she should consider it for a possible idol venture. Again, she thinks about what to feed everyone. Would Mama be okay having company over? Her thoughts are idle, simple, don't yet delve deeper into the implications of everything they'd experienced. For now, she let the peace reign.
Until it's not quiet or peaceful at all anymore.
When Yuri's voice registers, her head turns in the direction that it comes from automatically, gaze openly searching as if she couldn't believe she'd let herself rest before finding him.
Then she's running.
The knights rattle in confusion, holding onto the rifle, machete, and sword that she leaves with them as if she can't bear having anything weigh her down. Her feet can't take her to him fast enough as her arms open automatically and she reaches out, yelling back:]
Yuratchka....! Yuratchka Yuratchka Yuratchka!
[With nothing but delight, absolute endless delight, as if they hadn't spent the last few hours - weeks? - fighting for their lives.]
After the battle at the beach, Anya had taken a small infantry of knights back to the city... because she wasn't sure what else to do with them. Should she give them a place to rest? Did they need food? Certainly everyone was getting rather tired and hungry after all of... that. Even if she could not yet figure out how to describe what that was. Still, she had been able to make it back to the dragon that had brought all of Team Tarzan back, Anya's hands outstretched to the great, beautiful beast that enchanted her beyond words.
For a few moments, it's quiet. She listens to the shuffling of suits of armor, the confused rattling of her monkey friend that had come along. She ponders over her own state of dress worthy of a video game character, though she lacks the fancy hat. Would she get to keep this armor? Maybe she should consider it for a possible idol venture. Again, she thinks about what to feed everyone. Would Mama be okay having company over? Her thoughts are idle, simple, don't yet delve deeper into the implications of everything they'd experienced. For now, she let the peace reign.
Until it's not quiet or peaceful at all anymore.
When Yuri's voice registers, her head turns in the direction that it comes from automatically, gaze openly searching as if she couldn't believe she'd let herself rest before finding him.
Then she's running.
The knights rattle in confusion, holding onto the rifle, machete, and sword that she leaves with them as if she can't bear having anything weigh her down. Her feet can't take her to him fast enough as her arms open automatically and she reaches out, yelling back:]
Yuratchka....! Yuratchka Yuratchka Yuratchka!
[With nothing but delight, absolute endless delight, as if they hadn't spent the last few hours - weeks? - fighting for their lives.]
( he's written approximately 40 messages to her and deleted every single one. he has no idea what to say to her, especially not after all that, but he's scared and he just needs to know she's ok. )
are you okay, anya? please let me know
i'm sorry i know you probably don't want to hear from me
but a lot of crazy stuff is happening
just let me know you're okay
i'm sorry
are you okay, anya? please let me know
i'm sorry i know you probably don't want to hear from me
but a lot of crazy stuff is happening
just let me know you're okay
i'm sorry
messages aren't going through
not for a lot of people
there's so many people missing
and i'm scared
everyone is worried and looking for you guys
so where ever you are i hope you're safe
please respond whenever you get here
even if you never want to talk to me again
just let me know you're okay
please
not for a lot of people
there's so many people missing
and i'm scared
everyone is worried and looking for you guys
so where ever you are i hope you're safe
please respond whenever you get here
even if you never want to talk to me again
just let me know you're okay
please
why does it say you're not available or something
this is weird
i can't message ritsu either? where did you guys go? you're fine, right? maybe you're hanging out together! don't let him sleep too much~
oh, i forgot to tell you mr. darcy had her kittens before all of the monsters happened!
[a photo of the multicolored litter is enclosed, all still very small.]
text me when you can alright?
this is weird
i can't message ritsu either? where did you guys go? you're fine, right? maybe you're hanging out together! don't let him sleep too much~
oh, i forgot to tell you mr. darcy had her kittens before all of the monsters happened!
[a photo of the multicolored litter is enclosed, all still very small.]
text me when you can alright?
okay
yes
i think so
in the ways that are important
is senpai ok ?
did you go somewhere too ?
yes
i think so
in the ways that are important
is senpai ok ?
did you go somewhere too ?
come by my office. The morgue sent back results about the arm.
[why does she keep getting weird texts about arms]
????
arm ???
again ?
????
arm ???
again ?
!!!!
yay eijun ! good practice good workout !!
next time four !
yay eijun ! good practice good workout !!
next time four !
ah, it's nice to be back home again!
by the way! i got a cool memory during the whole mess, so i kind of want to talk to you about it, since you know, it's related to space and all, i figured you'd be interested??
by the way! i got a cool memory during the whole mess, so i kind of want to talk to you about it, since you know, it's related to space and all, i figured you'd be interested??
!! a memory abou space ?
exciting !
yes please share with anya
i would love to know
exciting !
yes please share with anya
i would love to know
At least we weren't dancing on it this time.
anyway what I'm saying is I definitely fucked up
I told him I love him what the hell am I doing
I told him I love him what the hell am I doing
occhan ???
who ??
love ??
but you do not have new instagram pictures
ochan !!!!
explain !!
who ??
love ??
but you do not have new instagram pictures
ochan !!!!
explain !!
Sawamura thinks I'm dating someone behind his back now.
[ Meant for Yukine, but Anya can probably offer ... something. ]
[ Meant for Yukine, but Anya can probably offer ... something. ]
[ . . . . something.]
eijun is silly
tell him the truth
no not someone behind his back
i want to date you
to your front !
eijun is silly
tell him the truth
no not someone behind his back
i want to date you
to your front !
I don't know why, but it really felt like I punched somebody before.
The weird thing is I enjoyed it...
[whoops misfire]
The weird thing is I enjoyed it...
[whoops misfire]
oh
mochi is learning to fight ?
good for mochi !
taking care of yourself is important
mochi is learning to fight ?
good for mochi !
taking care of yourself is important
davenka is not talking about things so easy anymore
i think it is hallucinomemory
i am worried
but i do not know what to do too
maybe it is something as big as gods
yato might know a way
i think it is hallucinomemory
i am worried
but i do not know what to do too
maybe it is something as big as gods
yato might know a way
a favor
A FAVOR DAMMIT RETROSPEC DON'T CUT OFF THERE
A FAVOR DAMMIT RETROSPEC DON'T CUT OFF THERE
hey anya are you free friday
?
im getting together a group of people to go apple picking
so far rose and john said yes
i have to cross-confirm with chiyo silver and yato on the dates but they all tentatively said yes previously
and just some other people
nbd if not but i thought it could be like
a fun thing
?
im getting together a group of people to go apple picking
so far rose and john said yes
i have to cross-confirm with chiyo silver and yato on the dates but they all tentatively said yes previously
and just some other people
nbd if not but i thought it could be like
a fun thing
!!!
i want to do a fun thing with davenka !
i will now make time
if i tell yato we are going then he has to go too
i want to do a fun thing with davenka !
i will now make time
if i tell yato we are going then he has to go too
[ okay..... okay.
it's not just the university — everyone at the agency is also abuzz with sena's sudden hair color change. he has received mixed receptions; from admiration that his hair looks even more unique and silver looks good on him, or downright insulting to the point where he should pack up and quit modeling altogether.
it really is a good thing he's currently taking a break from his other social media, but who cares about gossip, right? Sena does, unfortunately. Which is why he decides to call up his precious kouhai instead of sending a text and risking another misfire. ring ring, anya. ]
Anya. Can I talk to you for a bit?
it's not just the university — everyone at the agency is also abuzz with sena's sudden hair color change. he has received mixed receptions; from admiration that his hair looks even more unique and silver looks good on him, or downright insulting to the point where he should pack up and quit modeling altogether.
it really is a good thing he's currently taking a break from his other social media, but who cares about gossip, right? Sena does, unfortunately. Which is why he decides to call up his precious kouhai instead of sending a text and risking another misfire. ring ring, anya. ]
Anya. Can I talk to you for a bit?
[RING RING RING - Anya picks up on the second ring because she doesn't like to keep Sena waiting.]
Mm? Mizuki-senpai? Да. We can talk, do you need me?
Mm? Mizuki-senpai? Да. We can talk, do you need me?
[anya has
no reason to believe this is for her
and yet]
ok
no reason to believe this is for her
and yet]
ok
[You know, she really doesn't expect anything?
The fact of the matter is that she absolutely needs to get something from her locker before her next class - some assignment that she left in her bag, or something similar - and that's why she's just going to go ahead and open it without thinking!
What has Yato done.]
The fact of the matter is that she absolutely needs to get something from her locker before her next class - some assignment that she left in her bag, or something similar - and that's why she's just going to go ahead and open it without thinking!
What has Yato done.]
[chuuya's learned his lesson about texting, mostly. and while he wouldn't complain about strangers finding this out... well, after the way anya reacted to finding out he'd been broken up with before, he feels like he owes her the conclusion to that story.
so. ring ring, anya.]
Hey, kiddo. You remember what we talked about before? With my ex, I mean.
so. ring ring, anya.]
Hey, kiddo. You remember what we talked about before? With my ex, I mean.
[congrats on no more sext misfires chuuya
that feels terrible to type on anya's journal
anyway]
Mm? Occhan? Yes. Why? Xлопать? Did you punch him?
[ANYA]
that feels terrible to type on anya's journal
anyway]
Mm? Occhan? Yes. Why? Xлопать? Did you punch him?
[ANYA]
[it's an actual phone call! since sometimes a text just won't do.]
Anya? Do you have a moment to talk?
Anya? Do you have a moment to talk?
Mm? Auntie? Yes!
[why do her family figures keep giving her calls like this]
Прости? Why?
[why do her family figures keep giving her calls like this]
Прости? Why?
[ Yato dreams of fire and anguished voices. His hands curled around scorching metal, flames eating at his clothes and then his skin. A river mirrored with a hundred fireflies, luminous and beautiful in the moonlight. A simple game, a dreadful mistake. Agony lances through him from within, and wolves rumble nearby, watching.
Yato's eyes crack open, and he's staring up at the ceiling of a sterile room. He's tucked into a bed. It's still and quiet. His memories are a jumble, but when he reaches back, he remembers the face of a friend, streaked with blood and twisted with insanity.
Chuuya. Dead by Yato's hand.
A fresh wave of weariness courses through him. He turns his head enough to see someone next to this bed. He knows who it is before he really sees her; the faint glimpse of silver is a dead giveaway. His hand reaches out from under his blanket to find her. ]
Anya...
[ How long has he been out? How long has she been waiting here? ]
Yato's eyes crack open, and he's staring up at the ceiling of a sterile room. He's tucked into a bed. It's still and quiet. His memories are a jumble, but when he reaches back, he remembers the face of a friend, streaked with blood and twisted with insanity.
Chuuya. Dead by Yato's hand.
A fresh wave of weariness courses through him. He turns his head enough to see someone next to this bed. He knows who it is before he really sees her; the faint glimpse of silver is a dead giveaway. His hand reaches out from under his blanket to find her. ]
Anya...
[ How long has he been out? How long has she been waiting here? ]
[He's awake.
All it takes is the slight shift of a hand for her head to pop up, the most animated that she's been in weeks. The movement is so sudden that it almost makes her dizzy, but luckily it's not far for her to rise from where she's seated to where Yato is at the bed, so even if she falls she doesn't have far to go. But she's immediately opening her arms to hug him and latch on for dear - well, life.]
Yato....!
Awake - you woke up!
[She's been waiting for something that she wasn't sure would actually happen.
It's okay, she thinks, it was worth it.]
All it takes is the slight shift of a hand for her head to pop up, the most animated that she's been in weeks. The movement is so sudden that it almost makes her dizzy, but luckily it's not far for her to rise from where she's seated to where Yato is at the bed, so even if she falls she doesn't have far to go. But she's immediately opening her arms to hug him and latch on for dear - well, life.]
Yato....!
Awake - you woke up!
[She's been waiting for something that she wasn't sure would actually happen.
It's okay, she thinks, it was worth it.]
aki !
hello
are you ok ?
[look after houses burned down when she wasn't looking she's not taking any more chances]
hello
are you ok ?
[look after houses burned down when she wasn't looking she's not taking any more chances]
[ I'm gonna say this is after Baren so Yato is well acquainted with the totalitarianism of the mistletoe bat horde...
Killing the bats is apparently Not a Good Strategy, so when another one starts flapping gently after Yato, he sprints away at top speed. FUCK THIS MONTH HE WON'T BE A PRISONER FREE THE COMMON MAN
Alas, the bat is a persistent little vermin, so it follows him and follows him until he's too tired to run anymore. When Anya comes upon Yato, he'll be lying prone on the sidewalk, sweaty, facedown, and with a mistletoe bat settled peacefully on the back of his head and squeaking Mariah Carey. ]
Killing the bats is apparently Not a Good Strategy, so when another one starts flapping gently after Yato, he sprints away at top speed. FUCK THIS MONTH HE WON'T BE A PRISONER FREE THE COMMON MAN
Alas, the bat is a persistent little vermin, so it follows him and follows him until he's too tired to run anymore. When Anya comes upon Yato, he'll be lying prone on the sidewalk, sweaty, facedown, and with a mistletoe bat settled peacefully on the back of his head and squeaking Mariah Carey. ]
[WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP DOING THIS.
This is not the first person that she's found facedown in the snow this week and that's concerning. But still she's just going to stop and rush to stand by Yato, gently shaking him to try to get him to rise.]
Yato...! Нет! No, snow is not good for you to eat!
[did she think he was hungry]
This is not the first person that she's found facedown in the snow this week and that's concerning. But still she's just going to stop and rush to stand by Yato, gently shaking him to try to get him to rise.]
Yato...! Нет! No, snow is not good for you to eat!
[did she think he was hungry]
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