[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?
[...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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[The lake, the site of where he let his emotions literally burn everything.] One hour.
[As his life is currently living in this forest, it isn't a long walk to get to said meeting place. So he will use the extra time to prepare, make sure he remains of sound mind during their meeting. Although with how that journal conversation went, he's certain his patience is going to be tested.
He'll set out for the lake, reaching the meeting spot a few minutes before the scheduled time. To the east, sections of the forest were still in ashes, still healing itself after that night. Nightmarish energy still lingers in pockets, slowing the process and keeping much of the wildlife away.
Kazuma will make his stop near the edge of the lake, checking his surroundings. Reaper will feel his presence before he sees him, his domain still in effect, bringing with it that discomforting heat, and feelings of anger and hate that claws at one's psyche. He did bring something should Reaper find himself consume by it, but he gets the sense his resistance is that of 76's.
Not wanting to remain in one place, he'll pace about the area, remaining alert of Reaper's arrival, however he chooses to show himself. Even with the powers and endurance being a Noctaere has given him, he can't assume he can't be harmed. He hardly knows how that man fights as is, only having seen those shotguns.]
[Reaper had already been in the chosen area that he had decided upon for a meet up, so he knew the best way to approach. Once he had the scoop on the area, he left and remained at a distance. He expected that Kazuma would be smart enough to come early, and he was not disappointed either. He'd heard a few things from 76, and it gave him inclination to guess a few habits.
About five minutes before their time to meet closed, he returned and eased his way out on the east end of the lake, stepping over burnt trees and stirring up ashes with each step. He pushed through the area of energy without seemingly being harmed and he was very much aware of the press of heat and noctaere energy as he walked his way around the lake like he was taking a leisurely stroll.
Except for the fact he walked far faster and occasionally he dotted out of existence to reappear with a flurry of smoke some meters ahead of the original point. He pushed into the heat that was generated and seemed to relish it; it was rather cold being a corpse after all so obtaining normal body temperature was a novelty he would enjoy.]
Does 76 know you're arranging meetings with old friends of his? [The way he said friends made it clear both he and 76 likely didn't feel that way much anymore.]
[The sound of movement from the east, reaches his ears. His eyes fixate on the approaching man, the best that he could while he comes in and out of existence. The heat and a pang of anger flares up for a moment. He hasn't forgotten the sight of seeing Reaper point his gun at a fallen 76.
His tail disturbs the dirt beneath as he angles his body partially face forward. A guarded posture, ready to strike from nearly any angle should Reaper try something.]
No. We'll already be finished once he doess. [Man seems perceptive enough to know Kazuma wouldn't just leave things be.] I've come to undersstand what it iss you're after.
[Reaper was technically unarmed, not that he could ever consider himself such. He could pull his Hellfire shotguns at any time, though there was no indication on his person that they were even present. For now, he watched Kazuma and smirked behind his mask.
So this was a 'secret' meeting. Oh he did so enjoy those. With every single one, there was opportunity for disruption.
His posture was relaxed, and he even went so far as he cross his arms over his chest. Like none of this or the potential for violence was any concern of his.]
You want to understand my motivations? I don't think we're drunk enough for that. [He tipped his head up to regard Kazuma from the corner of one eye.] Though, what is it you are doing with that old soldier, hmm? He teaching you some fighting moves? You two seem awful cozy.
[He swishes his tail, slightly agitated. Ignore his inquiry. He's just trying to distract you from the matter at hand.]
Why do you keep fighting him? Iss that your way of preventing him from turning? Or wass your threat about burning thiss place sshould he be consume, just an act?
[Reaper actually laughed at the question, but his laughter was cutting and cold. His relaxed stance changed to being more at the ready.]
I don't make threats I don't intend to keep, hijo. [He took his first step closer, letting the heat bathe him further.] If you are so interested in knowing our fighting history, the old man would be able to fill you in. You don't need me for that.
[It was one step, but he knew that for someone on edge already that it might seem like filling the gap. He was curious of how far he could push Kazuma before the flames starting flying or that tail lashed out.]
You don't know him as well as I do. He might act all tired and rough, but the only way to get him to do anything to help himself is to beat him into the dirt.
["Feel like I'm too old for this." He could tell, that talk they had after he sent Reaper away that 76 wasn't sugar coating his thoughts, how he actually felt.]
I don't claim to know, but I can make my own observation and ssee "beating it out of him" isn't working. No matter how many timess you fight, his condition doess not improve. [He doesn't know how often these two have fought here already, but he at least knows of two encounters, and the nightmare corruption has not improve after every encounter.]
[He found it interesting that Kazuma claimed to have observed even a fraction of the dynamic that he had with 76. There was so many layers and so much history that a quick assessment of a single interaction was never going to be enough.]
Oh and what you're doing with him is working? [He wasn't entirely clear of what was the nature of those two's relationship.] He seems more concerned with you than himself, but that's typical of him.
...Yess, sso I've come to learn. [He's seen how little he does for himself, what it's doing to him. In a way, he can see he was trying to prevent the same from happening to Kazuma, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't take better care of himself.]
I cannot ssay, but I have to believe that it will. Just as he hass believed in me, I will do the ssame for him, sstubborn though he may be to take my help. Just having ssomeone in your corner, when you feel everything iss against you, even yourself, can go a long way. [He speaks from experience, even if he isn't the defense attorney he once was. But something about 76 has sparked him to believe once more, that there's more than just what is in the past.]
[Reaper was mostly unmoved by the idea of 76 coming to care for another. It wasn't usual; 76 might be a gruff asshole but the man had a high capacity to care. That was, after all, what had destroyed Jack Morrison in the past, and why wouldn't history repeat itself?]
You should go into song writing waxing on about belief. Right from the heart, isn't it hijo? [Once, years ago, he thought he had people in his corner, people who would have his back, but he had learned the hard way that it was just an illusion. Eventually, everyone would leave or die. Now he operated better alone.] And maybe when you're finished writing motivational speeches, you can solve whatever this... [He gestured at the naga-form that Kazuma wore. He assumed it was a corruption effect.] ...happens to be.
[A low hiss as he presses a hand against his own chest.] I'm proof that it's working.
[He takes a step toward Reaper this time.] Thiss change...was inevitable. Leftover after I lost myself, and the corruption had no where to go. Even sso, I sstill have my mind because of him. And we know...how destructive thiss power can truly be. [There's a flower involved, but when it comes down to it, 76 still played a part to keep him from going mad from the beginning.]
I don't hold much faith in anyone or anything, but I believe in resultss. The old man hass lost his reason to live for himself, just as I did. I'm sure...he needss to hear his own words back at him, reminded that ssomeone is still here for him. Even sshould he change, I'll know how to keep him from completely losing himself. [He stares down at Reaper]
And so I ask, do you truly believe he iss beyond help by then?[He says with such confidence, despite Reaper and 76's long history.]
[Reaper had already been revising his assessment of this kid, and it seemed to him that the conviction was definitely the lawyer talking. There was also something else that he wasn't going to look too deeply in, but it also didn't surprise him that 76 had earned such a force. Jack Morrison always did have a way of attracting people, and it seemed that hadn't changed no matter the years gone by and the damage done.]
With then, it seems to me that I should just steer clear, since you have everything handled. Let me know how that works out for you. [He shifted his hands from his hips to settle by his sides, offering little more than a shrug.] I still suggest one of those backpacks with a leash attached if you want to keep track of him. He tends to wander.
[He waved away the question.] If he's alive, there's more damage for him to do to himself. He'll shoulder it until it destroys him. That's how it works.
...That's it? No other optionss, because that's 'how it workss'? You're both here, in a different world. It doesn't have to be that way here. [His brows furrow in disappointed.]
I'd expected ssomething more, from ssomeone so deeply connected with him. Or iss fighting the only ssolution you know? [Translation: He doesn't think Reaper is trying hard enough.]
[Reaper wasn't interested in explaining his motivations to a kid who he has met and had definitely threatened him. That was a typical greeting these days, but still, it didn't encourage him to be the best conversationalist. He was painfully private to begin with.] Everyone expects something more, and it's best to let them be disappointed from the get go. It means they'll leave you alone in future.
[He knew 76 well, but that didn't mean his sole focus was the younger man. He was trying to get back home to complete his revenge.] If you want to shower him with optimism and see if that works, by all means. You have your methods, and I have mine, hijo.
[A grunt, tail swishing about.] Leaving you be will be impossible. [Not when his idea of helping is go and fight 76. He may need to think of how to deal with the inevitable conflict, should he be fortunate to catch them.]
We're through here. [He tilts his head.] Sstill have your head...? [Cause if he's fine, he's keeping this tea concoction.]
I'm almost touched by your dedication to associating with me. Perhaps you have a thing for old men... [He inclined his head and dropped his chin as if giving Kazuma a once over. He, of course, wasn't interested, but he could make a show of it anyway.]
Actually, you may be done with me, but I have still have questions. [It seemed like a good time for him to pull a reversal here.] What is it you want with 76? Weapons, friendship, something more...?
[His brows furrow at the other man's attempt to get him worked up. There's a pattern to his particular insults and teasing. Possessive when it came to 76. Almost as if...]
If you're worried I'm going to ssteal him from you, don't be. [There's your answer. Half serious, half snarky retort.]
Why would I be worried? You can have him, though I expect he'll just break you in half.
[Maybe the kid reminded 76 of younger days, and what old man didn't need that? Of course, 76 needed to be kept in line more than anything. Sometimes the easiest was to get that tether in place was to care, shift the narrative to what 76 could put himself through to what the old soldier was willing to let others put themselves through.]
Things that fly too close to the sun are likely to burn up.
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You appear to be writing, not talking. What do you want, chico?
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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.
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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.]
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Is this how you start fights?
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[He was pushing Kazuma, that's all. So far, the guy didn't yet disappoint, and he could already see why someone like 76 might like the kid.]
If you want to meet with me, I'll be at the west side of the lake in one hour.
[Where it would technically be easy to hide a body. And it guaranteed some privacy. It also had plenty of escape routes with the surrounding forest.]
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[As his life is currently living in this forest, it isn't a long walk to get to said meeting place. So he will use the extra time to prepare, make sure he remains of sound mind during their meeting. Although with how that journal conversation went, he's certain his patience is going to be tested.
He'll set out for the lake, reaching the meeting spot a few minutes before the scheduled time. To the east, sections of the forest were still in ashes, still healing itself after that night. Nightmarish energy still lingers in pockets, slowing the process and keeping much of the wildlife away.
Kazuma will make his stop near the edge of the lake, checking his surroundings. Reaper will feel his presence before he sees him, his domain still in effect, bringing with it that discomforting heat, and feelings of anger and hate that claws at one's psyche. He did bring something should Reaper find himself consume by it, but he gets the sense his resistance is that of 76's.
Not wanting to remain in one place, he'll pace about the area, remaining alert of Reaper's arrival, however he chooses to show himself. Even with the powers and endurance being a Noctaere has given him, he can't assume he can't be harmed. He hardly knows how that man fights as is, only having seen those shotguns.]
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About five minutes before their time to meet closed, he returned and eased his way out on the east end of the lake, stepping over burnt trees and stirring up ashes with each step. He pushed through the area of energy without seemingly being harmed and he was very much aware of the press of heat and noctaere energy as he walked his way around the lake like he was taking a leisurely stroll.
Except for the fact he walked far faster and occasionally he dotted out of existence to reappear with a flurry of smoke some meters ahead of the original point. He pushed into the heat that was generated and seemed to relish it; it was rather cold being a corpse after all so obtaining normal body temperature was a novelty he would enjoy.]
Does 76 know you're arranging meetings with old friends of his? [The way he said friends made it clear both he and 76 likely didn't feel that way much anymore.]
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His tail disturbs the dirt beneath as he angles his body partially face forward. A guarded posture, ready to strike from nearly any angle should Reaper try something.]
No. We'll already be finished once he doess. [Man seems perceptive enough to know Kazuma wouldn't just leave things be.] I've come to undersstand what it iss you're after.
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So this was a 'secret' meeting. Oh he did so enjoy those. With every single one, there was opportunity for disruption.
His posture was relaxed, and he even went so far as he cross his arms over his chest. Like none of this or the potential for violence was any concern of his.]
You want to understand my motivations? I don't think we're drunk enough for that. [He tipped his head up to regard Kazuma from the corner of one eye.] Though, what is it you are doing with that old soldier, hmm? He teaching you some fighting moves? You two seem awful cozy.
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Why do you keep fighting him? Iss that your way of preventing him from turning? Or wass your threat about burning thiss place sshould he be consume, just an act?
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I don't make threats I don't intend to keep, hijo. [He took his first step closer, letting the heat bathe him further.] If you are so interested in knowing our fighting history, the old man would be able to fill you in. You don't need me for that.
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I understand you two have a complicated past. My concern, iss your shared past causing a problem here. These fightss...they help no one.
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You don't know him as well as I do. He might act all tired and rough, but the only way to get him to do anything to help himself is to beat him into the dirt.
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I don't claim to know, but I can make my own observation and ssee "beating it out of him" isn't working. No matter how many timess you fight, his condition doess not improve. [He doesn't know how often these two have fought here already, but he at least knows of two encounters, and the nightmare corruption has not improve after every encounter.]
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Oh and what you're doing with him is working? [He wasn't entirely clear of what was the nature of those two's relationship.] He seems more concerned with you than himself, but that's typical of him.
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I cannot ssay, but I have to believe that it will. Just as he hass believed in me, I will do the ssame for him, sstubborn though he may be to take my help. Just having ssomeone in your corner, when you feel everything iss against you, even yourself, can go a long way. [He speaks from experience, even if he isn't the defense attorney he once was. But something about 76 has sparked him to believe once more, that there's more than just what is in the past.]
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You should go into song writing waxing on about belief. Right from the heart, isn't it hijo? [Once, years ago, he thought he had people in his corner, people who would have his back, but he had learned the hard way that it was just an illusion. Eventually, everyone would leave or die. Now he operated better alone.] And maybe when you're finished writing motivational speeches, you can solve whatever this... [He gestured at the naga-form that Kazuma wore. He assumed it was a corruption effect.] ...happens to be.
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[He takes a step toward Reaper this time.] Thiss change...was inevitable. Leftover after I lost myself, and the corruption had no where to go. Even sso, I sstill have my mind because of him. And we know...how destructive thiss power can truly be. [There's a flower involved, but when it comes down to it, 76 still played a part to keep him from going mad from the beginning.]
I don't hold much faith in anyone or anything, but I believe in resultss. The old man hass lost his reason to live for himself, just as I did. I'm sure...he needss to hear his own words back at him, reminded that ssomeone is still here for him. Even sshould he change, I'll know how to keep him from completely losing himself. [He stares down at Reaper]
And so I ask, do you truly believe he iss beyond help by then?[He says with such confidence, despite Reaper and 76's long history.]
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With then, it seems to me that I should just steer clear, since you have everything handled. Let me know how that works out for you. [He shifted his hands from his hips to settle by his sides, offering little more than a shrug.] I still suggest one of those backpacks with a leash attached if you want to keep track of him. He tends to wander.
[He waved away the question.] If he's alive, there's more damage for him to do to himself. He'll shoulder it until it destroys him. That's how it works.
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I'd expected ssomething more, from ssomeone so deeply connected with him. Or iss fighting the only ssolution you know? [Translation: He doesn't think Reaper is trying hard enough.]
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[He knew 76 well, but that didn't mean his sole focus was the younger man. He was trying to get back home to complete his revenge.] If you want to shower him with optimism and see if that works, by all means. You have your methods, and I have mine, hijo.
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We're through here. [He tilts his head.] Sstill have your head...? [Cause if he's fine, he's keeping this tea concoction.]
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Actually, you may be done with me, but I have still have questions. [It seemed like a good time for him to pull a reversal here.] What is it you want with 76? Weapons, friendship, something more...?
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If you're worried I'm going to ssteal him from you, don't be. [There's your answer. Half serious, half snarky retort.]
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[Maybe the kid reminded 76 of younger days, and what old man didn't need that? Of course, 76 needed to be kept in line more than anything. Sometimes the easiest was to get that tether in place was to care, shift the narrative to what 76 could put himself through to what the old soldier was willing to let others put themselves through.]
Things that fly too close to the sun are likely to burn up.
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