notabluesbro | 23rd Confession [Voice/Action]

[Fine, he tells himself—he might as well check out the journal; while he's normally on top of things (you never know what crazy shit's gonna go down), he's been pretty laid back, he'll admit. It's been calm, despite the last event. He's managed to just relax and take it as a small vacation, or some sort of half-assed blessing. Yeah, he'll go with that.

And now, to pester the new people.]

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Welcome to Luceti, all you new people out there—do I have some samurai out there? Gunslingers? How about the ever-popular pirate? I swear, I've never seen so many in one place before. [Granted he'd never seen a pirate in his life prior to Luceti, but eeeeh, whatever.] I'm starting to notice this place has just about every type of person around. Well, except for people the size of mountains. I imagine it wouldn't be very comfortable being around this rough terrain, actually.

[a thoughtful hum] I imagine some of you are from the usual interesting places... space? The desert? Worlds full of dragons or monsters or swords that're way too big to be lugging around?

[and a beat]

And don't forget to speak to your local spirit, around here. Just avoid the fire one—he's a real bastard.

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Hey, how the hell long has it been since we've had a drink? I think I'm feeling game for a few rounds. Unless you're too busy having hair contests with porcupines.

[So it goes, things feel a little more normal again. He prefers it; the days where his cross sits unused in the corner of his room are pleasant ones, to say the least. Granted, poor Amelia's stuck in there house now thanks to the hideous hand she'd been dealt in the last shift. He makes sure to check in with her in the apartment to see if she's settling well enough, before giving himself a breather outside on the path with cross in hand. As much as he enjoys the whole 'not using it' thing, he's gotta keep himself sharp.

You never know, right?

By the time he's done at the battle dome, chipping away at the usual horde of 50 or so moving targets ~~that totally look like bandits,~~ he's ready to get on home and hit the hay. Uneventful, for the most part. It's one of those times where the clock seems to be at 7 in the morn' one moment and then 11:30 at night the next.

He slips into his room after dinner, and smokes on a cigarette as he gets ready to end one day and start the next.]

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As long as you got eyes and ears, you can learn filial magic. Simple as that!

Huh. Looks like I've got a new hobby then!

So. You do any of this magicky stuff?

Not much, but I've gotten along pretty far with fire. It has it's uses, I've found out.

Uses? Like what?

Like keeping you from freezing to death when you're trapped on the side of a mountain.

...Please tell me that ain't a common occurrence.

Well... if you mean getting flung into the mountains ain't a common occurrence, I'd have to say... yeah, getting teleported into lakes is more common. Not too fun, especially if you don't know how to swim.

Oh. Wonderful. Teleported into lakes.

[How the hell does that even work???]

Uh, thanks for the heads up, I guess?

No problem.

[... Well, just to be sure.]

And while you're at it, be careful for a guy with blond hair and a hat. Name's Yuber, and he's the guy who enjoys sending sending people off for a swim.

...Yuber, huh? I'll be sure to keep an eye out for him.

Good. He's done in enough people as it is, from what I know.

[Except he has no clue the bastard killed his friend. Cough.]

I probably would've bitten the bullet, too, if circumstances'd been a little different.

[Done in? The guy's a killer?]

...Why is this guy still wandering around? Hasn't anyone tried to off him yet?

It's harder than it sounds; not only can he teleport himself and you, he's also incredibly fast. It's hard to keep up...

[He sighs]

Besides, with the way Luceti works, killing him'd do very little to get rid of him.

Ugh, why can't people just be people and not super creeper people with super creeper powers.

...Oh, right. The "Death Isn't Permanent" clause. [Heisuke pauses, remembering that it's that very same clause that's keeping him alive right now.] ...Guess so.

[You and me both, dude.]

Bingo. Basically, we're stuck dealing with the asshole as long as that's in effect. Good for us, since he can't actually kill anyone off for good, but bad for us because we can't kick him out of here to meet his maker.

But at least we're in the safe. If you don't count the death penalties.

What about killing him enough times that he learns it ain't worth it anymore?

I'm sure it's been tried, but he isn't exactly the easiest guy to off. You can just ask most people who've been here for a while: he's a thorn that's dug deep.

Ugh...why is there always someone like that no matter where you go...

Welcome to life. It's generally unfair and sucks for us simple guys who just want a little time to relax from the crazies.

Maybe us simple guys should go out away from the crazies. Let 'em all blow each other up while we're gone.

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