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You know when

[steadypulse]

[Of course he was going to hunt after Reaper once things with Kazuma-... Settled. Came to something, worried as he was over 76 he was going to be stubborn about it despite the possibility of it furthering his own corruption.

But for now he was tracking.

Took a bit of time, but eventually he found signs that likely no one would pick-up. Hell, 76 only managed because of how well he knew the man. Circling the building once before he was pushing in, finding a weak spot to open himself an entrance. Tilting his head before heading up those stairs and—]

Reaper?

[Just in case he was wrong, that the signs he noticed were older and someone else could be in here. Steadily heading up even at the call.]

Do I tho?

[b_a_n_g]

[His wounds weren't serious and nothing he couldn't handle on his own either. The bite to his hand was more inconvenient than anything, limiting how long he could bother himself to wear a glove for.

So he found himself a loft on the edge of town where the tree branches grew invasively closer but would hide his coming and going easily. He had set noise traps around the place but far enough out that it would be difficult to trace the source to his particular small house. He believe himself safe and secure.

Apparently he was wrong.

At first, he sense a faint disturbance as he was wrapping his hand, then thought he was being paranoid. Then he heard the familiar gruff voice, and his eyes narrowed behind his mask as he slowly flowed to his feet and approached the edge of the loft to look down at 76.

The ladder to access the loft had been broken up, but that wasn't a problem for him. He knew it wouldn't be a problem for 76 either given how high both of them could jump if necessary.]

What do you want?

You do~

[steadypulse]

[Looked up, a bag draped over his shoulder by the strap as if he'd come prepared. Even if his pulse rifle was on his back, the fact he wasn't carrying it in hand said something.]

We're not done, Reyes.

[Already sizing up the distance from where 76 was standing to get himself up.]

Still got something to talk about.

['Talk' he says.]

Re: You do~

[b_a_n_g]

[Reaper remained at the edge, drinking in the whole fact that 76 was here and had come looking for him. It almost felt like old times, but the energy and hungry need for a fight wasn't in either of them at this point.

He scoffed with a shake of his head, turning his back on 76 and walking deeper into the loft where he had some meager items that he kept for himself.]

You still a loose cannon of corruption?

[steadypulse]

You wanna find out?

[That was the only warning, because next ting was 76 taking the jump and catching the edge, pulling himself up with a grunt. Fucking ribs.

Had to take a slow breath once on his feet again, bag being dropped as he walked closer to where Reaper had stalked off to in the loft. Shrugging off his jacket so that he could drop it and the pulse rifle near his back. Left in a compression shirt and gloves.

Tactical visor and face guard were next, kept in a glove hand and black eyes focused on Reaper.]

One day after that nightly encounter

[chippedsoul]

[After 76 got him his journal, Kazuma first matter of business is to contact a certain Reaper, the non lawyer kind. The writing is in large, messy writing. Indication he's not comfortable writing with the way he is.]

We need to talk

[Does that man even check the journal? Either way, he'll find some way to talk to this man without 76 getting involved.]

Text; un: Reaper

[b_a_n_g]

[Reaper was actually very diligent about the journal format. It was a good way to spy on people, so of course he would be gamely about it. He almost never used it for writing purposes, but when someone decided to send him a note directly... well, who was he to deny a little tit-for-tat?]

You appear to be writing, not talking. What do you want, chico?

[chippedsoul]

[...He can see now, how 76 can get riled up by this man.]

Meet with me. You pick. [Trying to make this clear he isn't looking for a confrontation by letting him choose the place. A moment later though, he adds one more thing.]

Not the town.

[b_a_n_g]

[Well, well, that read like a demand if he ever looked at one. Nuance was so lost in text, so it was easy to make a mistake... for being a troll's sake.]

I'm too old for you, and the age gap between you and the other old man is barely acceptable.

Also, I'm not into the fire thing. I've lost too many nerve ending to those kinds of antics already.

[He was still looking up a place to meet, since he expected it would happen. After all, why not? He wanted to know more about Morrison's attachment.]

[chippedsoul]

[It's a darn shame this is all currently through the journal, cause Reaper can't see or hear Kazuma hiss in disgust, nearly setting his journal on fire. Whatever he was expecting or thought of Reaper, it was not this.]

Is this how you start fights?

february, a few days after the 76 incident

[judicialassistant]

[ ... "That's all?"

Susato holds her quill to the journal, glancing over her shoulder to Kazuma for his approval. When she gets it, she has to take a deep breath before she starts writing. ]

Did you stop him?

Re: february, a few days after the 76 incident

[chippedsoul]

[Being unable to write, unable to even go anywhere, Kazuma is understandably restless. He wants information, something, anything. The only person he could think of that could have that is Reaper. Despite his apprehension towards that man, he has to know. Did he really end up taking him out? The town's not on fire yet.

Hope Susato doesn't mind him hovering behind her as well, reading, waiting.]

[b_a_n_g]

[It didn't surprise him that he was contacted over the 76 noctaere incident, since he had surmised in the skirmish that Kazuma had been involved in some of 76's wounds.

At least the fighting was over and 76 was settled when the message came to him. He recognized Susato's writing based on their previous conversation.]

The noctaere has been dealt with. Is it safe to assume Kazuma made it through the incident as well?

[judicialassistant]

[ Susato glances at Kazuma again once the reply comes through, something she’s probably going to do for a bit until she gets some sense of rhythm for the conversation. Or at least until she’s not quite so nervous.

They are on the same page on this, though, and she knows what Kazuma wants. ]

He is being well-cared for at home. [ She doesn’t care what Kazuma says, the Mikotoba house is his home too. Always has been. ] What has become of 76? And what about you?

[b_a_n_g]

I expected as much. Your house seems to have become the life of the party where noctaere healing is concerned. 76 didn't beat the stuffing out of him too much?

[After all, he expected that if Kazuma was attacking the wolf-skull noctaere, that the same treatment was likely replied with. He had managed to escape with his own injuries because he hadn't fought physically.]

He's sleeping right now. I treated his wounds as best as combat medicine allows, but he's too stubborn to die.

Flower Festival's Last Day - Sundown |NSFW somewhere within

[steadypulse]

[Continued from here.

It was what it was, and he had hoped that Vincent would move on and have the life he'd wanted to make with Jack- but it never would have been possible, given things had suddenly gone in directions neither of them had planned for. He'd ended up going career when he'd been given that promotion to lead Overwatch as a UN funded organization rather than a strike team.

It was around then that Morrison had realized that things just... weren't going to work. Had been a long talk, but it had been a mutual break-up in the end. Sad, but it was good he had moved on and Jack had let go after mourning the relationship and what he knew he couldn't have.

He was watching Reaper's gloves as well, knowing what the damned costumes did—]

Yeah, won it with the intention of giving it to you.

[Honest.]

[b_a_n_g]

[It had seemed that almost all of them had had a good thing for awhile, but it had gone bust. He had known he would be career for a long time, and it meant just balancing having a kid. Even then, he hadn't been stellar at making time, and his son had little interest in joining the military. Maybe that was why he had taken so well to Cassidy as he had.

Oh well, all of that went to ash too. That's what one could expect when the world wanted to burn itself down and everyone in it.

For the moment, his gloves remained on the table doing nothing. Just being gloves. He waited and watched them, waiting for the ball to drop. It didn't. Perhaps they were at leave to remove these ridiculous costumes.]

Why?

[He sighed, shaking his head. The answer probably didn't matter.]

[steadypulse]

Made me think of you when I spotted it among the rest of the prizes.

[All it took for him to decide to not only win the game, but go through with picking it as the one he got.

He leaned over the table then, one hand on it, and picked up the gloze, turning it over in his hand. Wasn't going back on to Reaper's hand. Stayed right there, unmoving, just... a costume. No trick or anything to it.]

Think we can get out of these outfits now- would've been back on you by now otherwise.

[b_a_n_g]

A derpy prairie cow made you think of me? I think you're trying to insult me at this rate.

[He wasn't actually offended. He was still coping with the fact that 76 had decided to win him anything during the festival. It wasn't as if he deserved anything like that. He regarded the little plush and gave a shake of his head.

This clearly meant that their time in the costumes was over. That was a relief, enough that he actually lifted his hands and removed the helmet from his head. That too was set on the table next to the glove that 76 wasn't currently holding.]

What are you talking about? You're barely wearing anything. You could sneeze out of that thing.

[steadypulse]

Prairie cows don't have wings or burning crowns.

[Shoulders shrugged all the same, that spread of feathers bouncing and rolling with the movement as he started to feel for a way to get the shoulder piece off. With his luck it probably unzipped in the back.

Had dropped the glove back down and moved to take the damned sandals off first instead, bent down and loosening the top of them so he could work the zipper along the inside.]

I'm still going to need a little help with the top piece, I think it fastens either above or behind the feathers and I can't see to find it.

( •̀ ω •́ )✧

[steadypulse]

Hey, Gabe?

[At least it was a quiet evening back at the safehouse-turned-accidental-home. Warm, most of the critters that lived with and around them quiet and resting. A bit of time that could go uninterrupted for just long enough.

Sitting on the old couch the both of them had gotten up there at some point, nudging Gabriel with an elbow.]

Need to get something. You good for a moment?

[b_a_n_g]

[Yeah, lounging on the couch avoiding the world beyond their safehouse turned actual permanent residence was exactly how he wanted to spend the evening. There were multiple reasons to hate December, so he ultimately quiet, surly, and keeping to himself. He didn't avoid Jack, of course, least of all because they were all engaged and such.

Plus, Jack was capable to calling him on his shit as well as putting up with him.]

Hmmm?

[He pulled himself from staring at the rafters where the cats were chasing each other. He turned his head to regard the younger man, raising his brow questionably.]

Yeah, I'm fine here. You're staying around the house, yeah?

[steadypulse]

Mhm, yeah. What I need is still in here after all. Be right back.

[Really, the other would be able to still see Jack even once he got up and walked over to where he usually kept things tucked away. He new that Gabe knew the compartment was there, because sometimes it was just easier for Jack to drop his go-bag in there and close the panel back again.

But he had made something of a false bottom that would be hard to notice more recently- which was where he was pulling a flat-ish box from, tucking under an arm.

As well as grabbing up a plate of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies from the kitchen before he was sitting back down.

Box was set there on Gabriel's lap, Jack offering over the plate of cookies.]

Late birthday present, took a lot longer than meant to get it finished. Sorry about that.

[b_a_n_g]

[His red eyes indeed tracked Jack from standing from the couch and moving to the compartment that he was familiar with. He shifted so he could rest an elbow on the arm of the couch and lean his temple on his curled fist.

He made a noise in his throat at the appearance of a box, and he almost said 'no'. He preferred to avoid the contents of this month as much as possible; if it didn't look odd, he'd do as he did in Deerington and aim to be dead for it. Too bad Jack would be upset if he took the death route, right?

He wrinkled his nose, trying and failing to look sour at the cookies. He reached out to take one from the plate, taking a bite without hesitation.]

You know I don't celebrate my birthday anymore, right? It's been a handful of years since I have, and there you go breaking my streak.

[steadypulse]

[Cookies were even still warm, giving the chocolate chips that wonderful gooey-ness that was just some of the best thing about homemade cookies.]

Yeah, just like I don't celebrate mine anymore- still wanted to get you something. Breaking a few of your streaks, so why not add this one.

[It looked like a plain box, dark in color, with a red ribbon around it to help keep it shut. Easy to untie for Gabriel of course.

Jack was letting himself get comfortable, more than happy to keep a hold of the plate for the moment.]

Go ahead and open it, old man.