2/4/2003
01:06
PM
Logfile
from Tomite.
Mandarin
Plaza - 502
Sparse
living at its finest, or worse. The wood flooring once had a luster to it, but
has now faded with time to match the same dull facade that gives eggshell-hued
walls its worn appearance. As the home of a student, books are an obvious
presence. Threadbare couch, simple table and chairs, a tiny kitchen and an even
tinier bathroom, A door that leads to the bedroom is off to one side. But it is
the additions that seem to give this places its character. Like the expensive
stereo system just over there flanked by a couple of towers of CDs, or the
dreamcatcher by the window that overlooks the fire escape and the street below,
or even the simple bow propped up near the door, and the clearly old and
hand-crafted quiver settled beside it.
Hatsui
and Uruki are here.
Obvious
exits:
Exit
Anana
tugs upon 'Suna's hand, determined to haul him to the place where everyone
seems to congregate these days -- well, everyone that /is/ everyone, ie, the Genbu
-- Chase's apartment. "So anyway, Hiroshi's at NYU, too, and he's really
smart. Chase is there, too, and Brice, so you might have classes with one of
them..." she says, rather bouncy indeed. And sans sugar for once.
"Ahah. Here we are." She reaches up to knock, managing to keep it to
only five rather than continuing to pound on the door.
Chase
was just tugging on his jacket to step out, reaching for the knob... and then
comes a knock. "Nice," he drawls with an amused grin before pulling
open the door. Anana is immediately noted, and the boy's face lights up at the
pink-haired girl. He is immediately lurching forward to fist a hand in her top
and yank her within. "Guess what! I-" Beat. He stops and looks back
into the hallway to peer at the other person there. *peer*
Setsuna
is left blinking in the doorway, startled by the sudden yanking of Anana from
his side. It's only moments before the surprised expression gives way to
pleasure as he smiles gently to the other seishi, clasping his hands together
and giving Chase a half-bow. "Tomite-kun, ne? You look very much the same.
It is very good to see you again."
Uruki
Seemingly
caught in the perpetual clutches of youth, his six-foot frame is slender and
lanky, perhaps a bit too androgynous or a touch too effeminate to be called
handsome. Silver-blue eyes are set at a slant, finding amiable companionship
with the high cheekbones and snub nose that help define his delicate, pale
complexion within a slimly tapered face. Fine wheat-blonde hair teases his smooth
jawline, curling slightly at the ends while unattended bangs often fall across
his forehead, shadowing his features. Long, lean fingers and a full, almost
tender mouth serve to express his every motion and emotion without fail.
Simplistic
suits him well; a long-sleeved shirt of a cool blue hugs his torso, neither
hiding nor accentuating his lanky frame save to compliment his fair colouring,
the v-neck baring his collarbones while the sleeves are loose about his wrists.
There is an oh-so-subtle gradient in the fabric, a deepening of the colour from
cyan to near-indigo as it tapers towards his waist, hugging his body. It, in
turn, tucks into a pair of black pants of the same simple calibre as the shirt;
well made, and well-fitted, but nothing to remark upon save for the confidence
with which he wears the clothing.
Uruki
appears to be 17 years, 8 months, and 15 days old.
He is
awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Anana
is getting used to being hauled around by her clothes by friend and foe alike.
"Look who I found!" she exclaims, beaming at both Setsuna and Chase
as she straightens her sweatshirt. Holding ill-will towards overenthusiasm
would be hypocritical, really. "And he was right under my nose, too, and
I'm so happy I found him!"
Chase
releases Anana, continuing to peer at Setsuna. Eyes get all squinty in the
corners for a moment before the teenager is pouncing forward to try to drag him
inside as well. "Whoooooeeeee!" he yelps. Yes, yelps. And that smile
from before? It is nearly from ear to ear now. Door is slammed shut behind him
as he laughs, "Un-freakin'-believable! How are you doing, man?"
Setsuna
is easily dragged in by his limbs, clothes, even his hair though that last
would hurt more than the others. He's a six footer, but he's surprisingly
light, almost as if he were somehow hollow inside. Getting tugged by Chase
seems to make the young man smile all the more, a soft glow of happiness
spreading over his features. "I'm well." As well as Uruki can be. "Anana
says you're attending NYU? I hope to be there in the Fall myself. I'm taking
exams earlier, but they wouldn't accept me for the summer."
As soon
as 'Suna's within the door, Anana reaches for his hand again. She's been doing
her best impression of a limpet where he's concerned, really, though in a cute
sort of way. Strangely enough, she remains silent where she is, merely content
to be near. They've discovered the non-drug calming influence on Hatsui.
Chase
directs the pair over to the couch with a waved hand. Never mind the minor
amount of clutter to the room. "Yeah, I am. I'm enrolled for this
spring." He rolls his eyes though. "Its something to make people
happy over." Parents. Big brothers. You know, the usual. He simply smiles
down at Setsuna for a moment, just grinning. And then he abruptly startles.
"Oh! Guess what?" Although, he doesn't give them a chance to guess.
"Inami is here too. Well, not /here/. But in the city, and you won't
believe where I uncovered the old boy."
No, no,
Chase.. He's actually /here/, too.
There's a careful knock on the door, and then the handle turns and the
subject at hand peeks inside, expression passive, like it's the most natural
thing in the world. "Hi." He
states noncomitally, pushing his grey Stetson back a bit, lazily. Yep, this is the right place.
Setsuna
doesn't seem to mind the constant hand in his judging by the way his long
fingers closer for Anana's smaller hand the moment it slips into his. He takes
her with him as he does move to the couch, sitting down and immediately
crossing his legs. "Inami too? How wonderful indeed. Hatsui still has to
take me to see Takiko for which I almost can't wait. To think while I was lost
in my books and sketches, you were all coming here."
Anana
curls up next to 'Suna, her head upon his upper arm. "You found Inami?
That's great!!" she exclaims brightly, sitting up a little bit straighter,
but she's not bouncing off the walls, to be sure. At the door's opening, she
blinks, mentally removes the stetson and compares that face with one from her
memory. And then she /is/ on her feet, bolting for the door. "Inami!"
She's way too happy now. Two friends in so short a time.
Chase
turns his head towards the door as... Yes, here comes Inami. He frowns for a
moment before moving to the door to -shut it again? Nahhhh, he pulls it open
further and ushers John within. "Speak of the devil." Go glomp him,
Anana! He looks back over to Setsuna with something of a wide grin, "Ash.
Yeah, she lives in this building. I nearly smothered her with my bed at
first." And do we really want to go there? "I doubt she is at her
place right now though."
John
slips inside and closes the door quietly behind him, flashing a warm, placid
smile to his fellow Sei. Then, of
course, he notices that Anana is.. Smaller than she should be, which throws him
for a loop momentarily, as he stoops to peer at her. "So little." He
rumbles, absently scooping her up in a
big ol' bearhug anyways. Wai! She's so
adorable! So itty bitty! Even though Inami himself is only a foot
above Uruki, the difference in bulk between the two could make them look like
the Laurel and Hardy of the Genbu.
"Inami!"
It's Uruki's turn to express his own delight at seeing the big man again.
"Forgive me if I don't get up to hug you, you might crush me." It's a
gentle, fond teasing actually as he watches the pair embracing. "Isn't her
pink hair lovely?" Tomite's mention of Ash in the same sentence draws a
nod from Setsuna and the mention of the bed smothering a quiet chuckle,
"How did you manage that, my friend?"
Anana
attempts to glomp John, but results in being swept up in a bear hug instead,
which suits her just as well. Giggling, she kisses his cheek and positively
beams at him. "I know I'm little. It's okay, though!" Throwing her arms
around his neck, she giggles again. "Look! We found Uruki, too, and now
we're only missing Urumiya and Namame."
Chase
has always been of the opinion that there are far too many tall Genbu. Thank
goodness for Anana being little to help compensate. Ball cap is pluck from his
head and tossed into a chair as he looks back over to Setsuna, "Hrm? Oh...
well, while I was moving in, my bed nearly dropped on her. She was pretty good
about it, if you didn't mind all the squeaking." He flashes Setsuna a
teasing wink before smiling back at the hugging pair.
John
doesn't seem to mind piggybacking Anana around at all. He removes his hat and
sets it neatlyon her head, grinning, as he heads for the couch.
"Okay." He anwers Uruki, and
settles for ruffling the thin man's hair instead.
Setsuna
ducks his head at the hair ruffling, but the soft giggling that drifts out from
between his lips is all the proof anyone needs that he's enjoying the attention
from the big man. "Where did you and Tomite find each other then? I think
Tomi.. I mean Chase, was about to tell us when you arrived. I am Setsuna this
time, if it matters. I don't mind if any of you want to call me Uruki instead.
We are one in the same, Setsuna and I."
Well,
the hat'll certainly give her protection from the dreaded (ha) evil of the hair
ruffling, but Anana does try to poke at John. "Don't mess with 'Suna's
hair," she chides, though her smile does remain as she fiddles with the
tilt of the too-big hat. "Sorry, Chase," she adds, looking at him,
"We always seem to come over here instead of going over somewhere
else." She turns her attention back to John now, still being carried
around -- and there's no way she's going to complain, nono. "I'm Anana
now."
Chase
shrugs his shoulders, "Well, Inami is here now. He can tell you where he
has been instead of me." His stories tend to include parts where
mentioning certain things are liable to get him into trouble. So, he keeps his
yap shut and flops into a chair, one leg draping over the arm rest as he lounges
back. "And wherever did you dig up Uruki there, Anana?"
John
eases down onto the couch, which creaks and groans a little in protest. Apologetically grinning, he peers up at the
little pink-haired limpet, winking.
"Work. He has a fake
ID." He's still convinced the damn
thing's fake, too. Oh well. He crosses one leg over another in a
humorous mirror of Setsuna, grinning again. "Little John."
"Not
so little, if you ask me," replies Setsuna with a teasing grin. "Work
you said? Fake ID?" Now it's his turn to peer over at Chase and eye the
other young man up and down, and back again. "I know I'm not yet eighteen,
but the thought of a fake ID hadn't occurred to me." Even though he could
probably figure out how to make them easily enough. "Where were you both
that you had to worry about such things?" He seems content to ask other
questions, leaving Anana to indeed explain where Uruki was found.
Anana
looks vaguely uncomfortable, especially when Setsuna leaves the explanation up
to her. But there's something more important to focus on. "A fake ID?
Cha-ase, Brice is going to throw a fit if he finds out!" she says, shaking
her head ruefully. That outburst, at least, seems to have gotten her to cheer
up a little. "Er, well... 'Suna's my brother's best friend, has been since
as long as I can think of. I just haven't seen him since I remembered /stuff/,
and Darren asked 'Suna to watch out for me when my parents and him move to
London."
Chase
shoots a smirk over at John as he speaks, "Well, that wasn't necessary."
Couch is eyed with a bit of alarm, but then a shrug. Ah well. He is blinking
back over to Setsuna and murmuring, "I can get you set up if you want one.
I know a person in the Village..." And Anana? She just plain gets a scowl
and a negligent flick of his hand. "Hush, you." But at the
explanation given, he blinks and chuckles. "Well, how about that...
Nice."
John
looks victorious. He knew it was a fake! Ah-ha! "Fate or Fantasy."
He explains further, leaning back lazily on the couch. "I'm a bouncer." He adds, looking
thoughtful. Whole lot of seishi working
there.. Pay's good and he likes it well enough, though.
Setsuna
looks at Chase, suitably scandalize or, at least, appearing that way for the
time being. "Tomite, are you a criminal?" The question is punctuated
with a wide, disbelieving gaze of silver-blue and a quick flick of those bangs
from his forehead so that he looks more exposed, more surprised. "Of
course I don't want a fake ID. What would I do with it?" Of course, if John
gets around to mentioning what goes on at his work, he might reconsider it.
Ahem. He'd only be interested in the historical aspect, of course.
Anana
sticks her tongue out at Chase. The immaturity abounds. "I don't hush.
Nyah." She pauses, then grins suddenly. "You work for Tori? She's
really lovely, isn't she? Do you know Nicholas, too, then?" Her eyes
sparkle with curiosity as she regards John, peppering him with questions.
"How long've you been in New York?" Her eyes widen at Setsuna's
query, and she turns to face Chase, arching both eyebrows. "Is /that/ what
you and Brice were talking about that day?" Hey, John gets a respite.
Chase
might just need to find a new person to provide him with a fake ID, durn it.
Bouncers and bartenders are /far/ too good at picking those things out.
Government should employ them at airports. But at Setsuna's words, the teenager
nearly falls out of his chair, "'Scuse me? A criminal? Do you have any
clue what Brice would do to me if that were true? I'd find myself trussed up
and thrown in the nearest closet for the rest of my life." A breath.
"Its for /things/." Anana is shot something of a boyish grin, and
then he is shooting back up for a strategic retreat towards the kitchen.
"Anyone want anything?"
John
shrugs passively, with the hint of a smile. "No. He's a lazy
student." He doesn't mind teasing Chase at all, you see. Of course, he's not about to say that he
didn't know the ID was fake, but shhh. Maybe it'll discourage Chase from using
it. He pauses for a moment, then answers
the questions in that singularly sparse way of his. "Yes, yes, no, three years."
Setsuna
is back to smiling and laughing in that soft, happy tone of his. "I was
teasing, Chase, gomen. I am sorry. It seemed I could not pass up the chance to
do so." The mention of Brice makes him glance around, as if merely talking
about the other would get him to appear. "Darren mentioned you knowing a
man with long, grey hair, Anana-kun, so I thought it must be Hikitsu, but 'Ren
said he had both his eyes. Has he not remembered?" Tell him it isn't so.
"You
didn't say it wasn't true, though," Anana points out blandly to the
retreating Chase, something purely impish lurking in her eyes. "But Brice
probably would do that, true. I forget what he threatened me with the last time
I got into trouble. Um..." John's answers get a blink and a very
intelligent, "Huh?" for a moment, then she blinks again. "Oh,
right!" Removing the hat from her head and plopping it back on John, she
kisses his cheek again, then shifts sideways, settling herself in the
narrow space between Setsuna and John,
seeming all the tinier for doing so. But she's /comfortable/. Resting her head
against Setsuna's upper arm, she sighs. "He remembers. But not how to use
his powers." She taps beneath her eye, biting her lip. "He can't
remember how to show his symbol. And I'm worried 'bout that."
Chase
returns from the kitchen with nothing more than a can of pop and a plate with
cookies upon it, more than likely chocolate chip. He has learned to be more of
a host to those who visit lately. Plate is sat on the mildly cluttered coffee
table before the boy is slumping back in his seat. "Hikitsu is doing so
much better. Or, at least, that is what I've been told. These past couple of
weeks have been a blur though, but the memories... they are getting clearer the
more of you guys I see." And upon seeing Inami, and then Uruki, even more
is clicking neatly into place.
John
folds his hands across his lap, listening thoughtfully. "He'll lose his eye when he does."
He comments, in a somber tone. But..
Ooh, cookies. He leans forward and
takes a handful. He's still a sucker
for good food. *munch*
"He
won't just lose it," says 'Suna, his voice becoming a thoughtful murmur.
"His eye will fade away completely as if it never was there. I hope at
least one of us is there when it happens, because something like that would
scare most anyone." His gaze is draw to each of his old friends, a
tightness to his smile.
Anana
plucks one of the cookies from the plate and settles back, nibbling at it.
Chase gave her sugar. He'd better be prepared for the consequences. Though her
expression tightens briefly at John's comment, she nods. "That's what I'm
worried about." Pursing her lips, she looks at the three of them. "There's
a temple to the Four Gods... /our/ Four, I mean, not the yin ones, that Hiroshi
was talking about. There's a test of some sort for us, too." Her
expression colours a little bit. "And I have other news, too. But you have
to promise not to freeze anything or yell, Chase?"
Chase
looks over to Setsuna with something of an inquisitive glance. "Fade
away..." He frowns for a moment, looking away, cookie nibbling. He leans
back in his chair, thoughtful, until Anana speaks. And it is what she says that
has him frowning anew. "What?" No, he doesn't make any promises.
John
frowns this time as well, tugging at the bandana around his neck.
"Yin?" He asks, looking puzzled.
Far as he knew, there were only four gods in the first place. He's liking the sound of this news less and
less, for that matter. Not that it
stops him from shovelling down cookies.
Mm, chocolate.
Setsuna
can't resist the sweets himself any longer and reaches forward to collect three
cookies before the big man devours them all. "Yin as in yin-yang, the
balance of the soul?" asks 'Suna, quite intrigued. "We are of the
yang gods, so I would not be so surprised to learn that yin possessed its own
deities. I think I would like to meet Hiroshi, Anana. You told me he was a
Suzaku seishi, ne?"
"You
didn't promise," Anana says quietly, still nibbling on her cookie.
"But 'Suna knows this, 'cos Darren told him. Anyway... Dad's work is
taking him to London, so I'm staying behind. I'm moving in with Nicholas."
And likely the only reason Brice didn't try to tie her up and throw her in a
closet for that one was because he doesn't know what Nakago was like. "And
Tori." That said, she quickly changes topics, nodding at Setsuna.
"You'd like him. He's really smart, and he's only a year older'n me. The
yin gods are... interesting. They have seishi, too, sort of. And one priestess
for four gods."
"Anana
wants Hiroshi to her her boyfriend," Chase remarks with idle commentary.
"She is sweet on him.... and he seems okay, even for a Suzaku." He is
drinking away though, until Anana continues. And that pop of his, he is
spitting it right back out. Careful all who might be in the rain of wetness.
"What?!" Ohhhhh, after that talk to Nurkio, with Anana right there,
he now knows all about this guy. He shoots up to his feet, glaring over at her.
"Oh, no you're not."
John
doesn't know what any of the other seishi are like, so he meets this barage of
news with a puzzled expression-- And continues to look puzzled, even when
dripping with Chase's soda. Big target,
after all. "Um." He comments,
thoughtfully, trying to peice the whole matter together. Well, he does trust
Tori, so it doesn't sound so bad to him. "Tori's okay." How bad can Nicholas be, anyways? He personally thinks Tori'll get all
motherly-like, which suits him just fine. "Boyfriend?"
"Who
is Nicholas, other than being professor Nicholas Gordon at the
university?" asks Setsuna of the room in general. "Obviously he is
more than a mere teacher if Chase is having that reaction." He was glad
for John's bulk just then, so that only his hair betrays traces of moisture.
"And who is Tori? I am confused and I don't like it." Is the gentle,
genki-boy getting testy?
"I
do not!" Anana denies hotly, cheeks reddening. "He's just a friend
and anyway he doesn't get the idea of girls yet. He's fun to tease. And he
gives me information about what we have to do, and about what's going on. And
he worries about me!" Mutinous stubborness shows in her expression when
she catches some of the pop spray, using her sleeve to wipe her face clean
before glaring at Chase. "I /am/. John's right; Tori's nice. Also,
Nicholas is powerful enough to keep me from getting in trouble, and me being
there when everyone seems to want to protect me -- even the Suzaku and the
Byakko'll help -- will make people work together. And I can't /not/ help."
She softens when Setsuna asks, settling down again. "He's Nakago of the
Seiryuu seishi, and he... did some unforgivable things before. Which Chase has
only heard from the other point of view, that being the Suzaku, and believe me,
I /know/ what he did. Tori is Soi of the Seiryuu. Their only girl. She's in
love with Nicholas."
Chase
idly tosses what could be a sweatshirt at John for the reason of mopping up
whatever soda pop got sprayed over him. "Unforgivable?! It was my
understanding that he /killed/ his fellow seishi, let alone some of those
Suzaku. /Please/ correct me if I'm wrong?" Although he doesn't quite wait
for that. "And what is so wrong with staying with one of us? Me... or
Brice... Even Ash. Heck, what about Inami?" A glance is shot over to him,
"You'll watch over her, right?"
John
reaches up to mop at his face, probably the only one not up in arms at this
point. "Relax. She is not actually a child." He reminds, gently..
He's well aware that there's an entire lifetime of experience behind someone
who looks like a ten-year-old. Once he's finished, he passes the sweatshirt
over to Uruki, with a faint grin.
"I will always watch over all of you." He comments quietly, looking.. Amused by the
whole situation. As if they needed to ask!
Setsuna
takes the sweatshirt, eyes it critically and rubs it over his damp hair,
ruffling the hair thoroughly of his own accord. "What am I, chopped
liver?" he asks, settling his gaze on Chase. "It is true that to use my
powers leaves me nigh defenseless, but I am sure I could keep her quite safe
nonetheless. I am not helpless." No, in fact he's rather powerful in short
(pardon the pun) blasts. "If what Tomite says is true, Hatsui, then why
would you trust such a man? I know you have your reasons, behind this facade of
nicety. Out with it."
Thank
goodness for John's calm head. Anana's still seething a little bit at Chase's
words, mostly because she can't deny the truth of them. "Because none of
you are old enough to legally do it, because you don't have blood ties to me,
and my parents wouldn't ever let me just stay with you," she replies,
controlling her temper with a stubborn act of will. John's promise earns him a
brief, tight smile, and then she turns to Setsuna. "He... reminds me of
someone. And you know I can't /not/ help, because if I didn't help, I'd be
worse than anyone here. I don't /want/ to break anyone's hopes or dreams, I'd
much rather heal them. And what I said was true; he'll keep me safe in case of
more bad things happening."
Chase
shoots first one apologetic glance at John, and then another to Setsuna.
"Sorry." But then he is shaking his head from side to side as he
peers across to Anana, "You can't just... waltz right on over and move in
with the guy. Dammit, Hatsui, you just don't know what could happen. And after
your run in with that Yin freak -don't you think it'd be a bit more safer to be
with one of us. I don't trust him. I trust /us/."
John
crosses his arms across his chest. "I am thirty one, but I am not ready
for another daughter." He states,
looking pointedly at Tomite, who knows the condition of his /actual/
child. "I will go with her if she
wishes it, but I will not deny anyone a second chance." Gosh, coming from him, it's practically a
speech. He leans back again, and hands
Anana a cookie, realizing that he's been hogging them.
"While
I can see the validity of Tomite's objections," begins Uruki, "Hatsui
is not a child and her judgement and reasoning have always been sound. If her
instincts tell her to trust, then I will accept that. I would like to meet the
man myself. He must be brilliant."
"Daughter?"
Anana echoes, frowning at John curiously, then shakes her head. "Later.
And I trust him, Chase. I know what's happened in the past with the Suzaku and
the Seiryuu, and you know parts of it, but..." She sighs, the tension
leaving her shoulders as 'Suna adds his agreement. Closing her eyes briefly,
she tries to gather her wits about her. When she reopens her eyes, she's calm
once more. "You're going to have to trust him to a point, Chase. Everyone
is. No matter how much you don't like the idea. We're going to be watching each
others' backs." That said, she smiles at Setsuna. "I think he'd be
interested to meet you, too."
Chase
is casting his second apologetic glance to John, wincing just the slightly
before look awya. Alas, it looks like this teenager is apparently fighting a
loosing battle as she scowls down at Anana for the longest moment. "I
don't like this, and you /know/ I don't like this." He takes a step
forward to drop to his knees before the sitting Anana. "Please
reconsider." Although he is very sure he isn't going to even get that from
her. So, with a sigh, he draws back and moves away to flop into the chair and
sulk.
John
offers Chase a consolation cookie, his expression having cleared back to normal
impassiveness. "Me too." He adds, deciding that he'd like to meet
this guy that his boss is in love with. Maybe he feels a little protective
about his employer, who can say? At any
rate, he does hope someone explains this whole Yin thing to him somewhere along
the line, but that can wait.
Setsuna's
cell phone chooses that moment to ring abruptly and the young man fishes it out
of his pocket with more than little hint of irritation. "Hai?" There
is a brief silence followed by,
"Hai, okaasama. I will be home shortly." The call is ended and
he gives the others a very apologetic glance sent around the others. "I
have to go. My mother says my father is wondering where I am and insists I have
dinner at home tonight. I would like to come by again as soon as I can, if that
is alright with you, Chase? I want to know more."
Anana
winces at Chase's request, knowing that he wouldn't ask if he weren't serious,
but she shakes her head minutely. "I can't, Chase," she says quietly,
reaching out to hug him... but he's already gone to sulk, and she's got a
cookie in one hand now. She gives Setsuna a faintly pleading look, but nods all
the same. "Tell them I said hi?" she requests, a smile that seems a
bit strained upon her face. Getting to her feet, she decides to do something
about Chase anyway. That is to say, flop in his lap and look up at him.
"I'm sorry."
Chase
is still sulking, or something resembling such. He glances up at Setsuna makes
his farewells, nodding his head in the affirmative, "Yeah. Come over any
time. That'd be great. We do need to catch up." He pushes back up to his
feet though to open the door for him. He returns to his seat though and finds
Anana in his lap suddenly. He reaches over to gently pat a hand over her hair.
Evil, evil pink hair.
John
stretches out, and flashes a wide grin at the departing Setsuna. "Bye." He grunts, although his gaze is alight with more warm tidings
than he can express, verbally. Watching them all make up, that's the most fun
part, you see. So... He wanders in
search of the kitchen, thirsty after all those cookies. >.>
There was no contest. You can't beat pink hair.
Setsuna
says to Chase, "Thanks," and to Anana, "I will," before he
stands, bidding everyone farewell with a wave and a warm smile, then departs.
Anana
watches Setsuna go and Inami disappear into the kitchen, then peeks up at Chase
innocently. "Are you still mad at me?" she asks, adding just the
right amount of wistful sorrow to her voice. "Because it was either ask
him or ask Johnston and Trevor, and I didn't want to be in the spotlight all
the time like Trevor is, and I'm sorry that I made you mad..."
"I'm
not mad. I just don't see how you can go over and live with some crazy-assed
Seiryuu when you've got us right here. And..." And Chase just mumbles
something best left untranslated, slumping back in the seat. "And Brice?
What does big brother think about all of this, hmm?"
John
returns with a soda, plunking back down on the couch. "We don't need salvation." He answers, with a
grin. There aren't any major crusades
within the Genbu. "If it doesn't
work, you can live with me." He adds, hesitating slightly. It's pretty clear he's not sure what to make
of the idea. Maybe he likes his peace and quiet.
Anana
glances in the direction that John went, though she doesn't move from her spot
in poor Chase's lap. "Brice thinks it's all right. He knows that he can't
change my mind. I don't think he's happy about it, though," she admits.
"John? It's safe to come out, you know. And... thank you, but it's all
right. I'm going to make it work."
Chase
is feeling rather useless again, lounging back in the chair. Maybe he'll go try
to find that Dylan-guy later. He looks over towards John as he returns,
"You need to have Anana fill you on on everything around here. She'll tell
you a whole bunch of confuzzing things, bombard you with names, and other fun
things."
John
stretches out on the couch, now that he has it all to himself.
"Okay." He answers, glancing over at Anana. Better not tell him about Dylan, though. He's not easy to anger,
but Dylan'd do it, that's for sure.
"Why
me?" Anana asks of Chase, though it's more rhetorical than anything.
Sighing slightly, she nods. "Anyway. As we and our gods are the
representations of the yang side of deities, there is a yin side as well. Why
they're considered evil, I dunno, because in theory, yin is never entirely evil
like yang is never entirely good, things like that, but I'm getting off the
subject." A pause. "There are four yin gods against our four yang
gods, and seven seishi for each god, like us. There's only one priestess,
though." She considers her words now. "The Yin gods have been sealed,
and there's a scroll like the Universe of the Four gods, but for the Yin
priestess, and it's being studied in the museum. Apparently, their priestess
has to summon all four of the gods to release them. I don't know what that'll
do to us, because I don't know enough /about/ these yin four, but it's not
good. We're supposed to stop it, or something. All the seishi of our gods --
Suzaku, Seiryuu, Byakko and Genbu -- are being drawn here, and so are the yin
seishi."
And as
Anana launches into her explanation, Chase slumps back in the chair with the
chibi on his lap, idly patting a hand over her hair now and again. Although,
the patting slows, slows some more 'til it finally stops all together. His arm
slides down to hang at a rather loose line as he head rocks back against the
cushion. Oh! Look, Anana! You've discovered a new power! The ability to drone
and cause seishi to fall asleep. Zzzzzz....