[FORWARD DATED TO TUESDAY because guess who missed Friday and Monday, it's this punk... Actually, he missed Tuesday, too?! It's probably not unusual for him to skip a day here or there, but more than once without so much as a doctor's note or email (neither of which he sent) is definitely a little bizarre.
He comes in after class has let out, during that period where professors are usually still hanging around, getting ready to leave. Whether the door to her room is open or closed, he'll knock first before either standing and waiting, or poking his head through.]
[ Oh, trust her, she noticed. Elizabeth had to, by decree of the university, e-mail students the day they missed but — Elizabeth finally texted the phone number on record with a "Are u ok?".
When he comes in finally, after her bag was packed for the day and she was ready to leave. The knock flicks her gaze up and she has a wash of relief on her face. ]
[Good lord, does that ever make him feel better. It's not like he's ever been one of those students that's concerned about offending professors or skipping classes or even maintaining great grades, honestly, but Elizabeth is almost closer to a friend than just a professor. Somehow, he'd really feel like he was letting her down if she was angry or disappointed...
He sighs, running a hand through his hair and stepping through the door, having taken that as as good an invitation as any.]
Yeah, there were some bumps in my schedule that I reeeally didn't see coming.
[He's also got a bokuto case slung over his shoulder, as if he's on his way to kendo practice or something - which he isn't, because he hasn't practiced kendo in years.]
Please tell me I didn't miss any pop quizzes or anything.
No pop quizes, but you missed a lecture on Linear Momentum, which will be on the test.
[ She had made sure to save a study guide, which she digs out of her messenger bag. Setting it down on the desk in front of her, Elizabeth gives a light shrug. ]
[He just GROANS LIKE HIS LIFE IS OVER... But he's just hamming it up, and he'll even mutter a grateful-sounding "thank you" as he scoots over to pick up the study guide.
As for that...]
...Well, I'm not dreaming about people getting stabbed or sprouting wings or whatever, so it's not as bad as it could be, I guess? [REASSURING.] But I did come here to talk to you about something. Um... About this, actually.
[At which point he swings the bag over his shoulder, opening the cloth top. He reaches in for the hilt, withdrawing... a very real sword.]
[ Re: the dreams. But, she's mainly trying to tease and ease her own concern off. But, as the bag is brought out and his sword exposed... which oh my god, sounds horrible, Elizabeth has to give a perk of her brow. ]
Oh, no. Guns — those are my speciality, not sword. What the hell are you bringing this in for? That's — that has to be fake.
[THEY DON'T NEED BAD DREAMS what they need is 1000 dreamcatchers so they can all go back to sleeping in peace, honestly. Also look... this is just the beginning of the awful innuendos, it comes with the territory of Living Swords.
He looks pretty miffed, in any case.]
It's definitely not. At least, the metal is real...? And it's super sharp. [He already tested that out, rip.] Anyway, I brought it in 'cause, um... ...Okay, this is gonna sound really weird, but I can feel with it? It's like a new arm or something, so leaving it lying in my room or whatever makes me nervous.
[Yet. Yet. He's doing his best here to make sure that doesn't become a "okay yes now's the time to call him crazy and/or call the cops.]
I know! I know it sounds super nuts, but I'm serious. I can even tell who's touching it 'cause it feels like... well, like exactly how it'd feel if someone put their hand on my shoulder or touched my hand or whatever.
[He looks a little reluctant for a second, but will indeed step closer and hold the blade out.]
[ Okay, so she's going to touch the blade. Not sword, blade since that sounds better. ]
You felt that? [ A pause before she paps it with her palm. But, she instructs. ] Close your eyes and tell me how many nails you feel scratch against it.
[ And she's idly scraping two nails down. Jesus christ, let's get this thread over withfghdgfj ]
[LAFOFMFSs SET MY ASS FREE THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING FOR ME the life of an animated sword player is a struggle.......
But Kashuu will place his hands over his eyes just so she can be Sure he's not peeking, and there's only about a second of hesitation before he answers with:]
Yeah, I could feel it. I can still feel it now - it's two, yeah?
Either way, when he answers her so quickly with the correct answer, she sits back in her chair. First the scars, then Grell's eyes, then — well.. this. ]
Yeah, so please don't. Someone already punched it and that sucked.
[He's tired and he needs a nap. And for people to stop punching his weapons. Mostly just a nap, though. And ideally to wake up in a town that isn't going completely insane.]
[ Out of all of the science text books she's studied, the theories she's developed through the back of her hand — this... this has no scientific backing. Elizabeth won't punch the weapon, but she sits there thoughtfully. ]
And this — this thing just appeared, right? Overnight?
[ She's going to sight heavily. ]
... You're going to need a guitar case or something at this rate. Not that our security officers are even good... but — this is kind of hard to miss.
Yeah, I literally woke up and it was on my bed like some crazy infatuated stalker broke into my room and left it there while I was sleeping. ...But it definitely felt like it was mine? Even before the whole... y'know. Weird touch thing.
[VAGUE HAND MOTIONS he's so tired, just let him take a nap.
That's a pretty good suggestion though and definitely more solid than his own idea, which had just been "pretend I joined kendo again and pray no one asks to look in the bag". He'll just adopt a new musician hipster persona, it's fine.]
I think I can find one. I've got a few friends who are pretty big into music...
No note or anything? [ I mean, Elizabeth is seen a bit tense after this. The weird touch thing doesn't compare to hers but... she's uncomfortable. Her eyes look from the sword back to him. ] I have one if you can't find one. Just let me know.
[ A cautionary pause follows: ]
Did you... did you have any odd marks on your body afterwards?
[JUST THERE, BEING A MENACE. The question that follows has him looking a little concerned, though...]
Marks? Uh-- [GLANCING DOWN AT HIMSELF as if that would enable him to see through his own clothes to check.] I don't think so, but I wasn't really looking for anything like that. D'you mean bruises or something?
[ When he seems oblivious to it, she lessens the look of worry. There would have been pain, honestly. ]
I'm not going to show you because knowing my luck, someone will walk in but. People waking up — items, changes... memories? Whatever you want to say they are — it's happening in mass.
[ And why the fuck aren't they doing anything about it!!! ]
If you got a sword over some grotesque scar... consider yourself lucky.
—Sorry. That you got stuck with something like that, I mean.
[Since he's just assuming she's the recipient of said grotesque scar here, if she's talking about not being able to show something without risking being seen and all.]
That's the first time I've heard of someone getting something like that. Usually it's just random stuff or like, freaky eye or hair colors for some reason?
[He himself is part of the anime red eyes club but has been for a while, and only bothered hiding them for a week or so.]
It's fine. It's a hand I didn't think I'd be dealt. [ Like, ever. ] Still have to deal with it.
[ There's a shrug of her shoulders. It can't be help. The shock was what got her first, like a plunge into a ice cold bath. Once she could feel everything, know she wasn't broken — it was as if it never happened. She ignores it, forcefully so. ]
And this is the first time I heard about — well, what you have here. How is this possible? It's an extension of your nervous system... in an object.
[ Sorry, she's digging for a pack of her cigarettes at this point. There's a nervous twitch in her eye as she's mumbling to herself. ]
A lot of people have been saying stuff like that...
["Just gotta deal" and all, basically. And while he's normally a supporter of that method of Handling Things, he can't help but wonder if it's actually going to do any of them good in the long run. His concern that this is just the start and things are going to get worse, weirder or more terrifying from here is growing pretty much daily by now...
He also 100% doesn't judge Elizabeth because that's pretty much been his reaction to all of this, just with college-cheap booze instead of cigarettes. Lord save them all.]
I don't get how it works either. The eye thing could be chalked up to kinda normal stuff if you squinted hard enough, but the flower thing and now this are... Mm, I haven't figured anything out yet. Any possible explanations, I mean.
I'll be speaking to some people — not sure if it'll lead anywhere but something on a massive scale must have some kind of... I don't know — [ She says in a huffy tone. ] — government response? There has to be people filing or making reports...
[ But, she points back to his sword. ]
No matter what, keep that thing in a guitar case. Carry it around. Say you're learning to play and can't bare to perform if prompted. W-Whatever is going on between you and that, keep it secret until you have answers on how.
I will, I will. There's no way I wanna go around making myself look crazy, anyway. I mean, this is weird even for all the weird stuff happening around here lately, yeah?
[SO INTO THE CASE HIS SWORD WILL GO and there it will live until he can figure out a better way of dealing with it... Which will be Never, but hope springs eternal.]
...But now that you've said it, why hasn't the government stepped in? You don't think that it'd be the same with them as it is with the people who don't have the app here, right?
Yeah. It is. Which is why I'm trying to find answers. This is evolving into symptoms that no one has ever made a discovery for — no books and no history for ... well, what you have.
[ She doesn't mean to make it sound as cold and isolated as it was. It was a slip of her tongue. ]
I'm not sure. Reached out to someone who has ties to the government to get an answer — it's all a waiting game at this point. There isn't some mass panic going on right now... nothing deadly, anyway.
[There's a strange near-melancholy that settles over him after that, because The Waiting Game isn't exactly a kind one and he's had a creeping fear for quite a while that things are only going to get harder. At the very least, he doesn't seem to take offense to the way she's talking about his own weird shit. It's still easier to deal with than an actual physical scar; he can only imagine how invasive that would feel.
But he'll sigh at his stupid sword anyway and ask himself literally why me at least five times a day for the next few days.]
Is there anything I can do? Like, anyone I can talk to or... I know some people are looking into compiling everyone's experiences to look for patterns, but I still feel like I should be doing a little more when they're messing with important stuff and giving people such a hard time. Just waiting around feels a little...
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He comes in after class has let out, during that period where professors are usually still hanging around, getting ready to leave. Whether the door to her room is open or closed, he'll knock first before either standing and waiting, or poking his head through.]
Um... It's Kiyomitsu.
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When he comes in finally, after her bag was packed for the day and she was ready to leave. The knock flicks her gaze up and she has a wash of relief on her face. ]
Took your spring break a little late, you know.
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He sighs, running a hand through his hair and stepping through the door, having taken that as as good an invitation as any.]
Yeah, there were some bumps in my schedule that I reeeally didn't see coming.
[He's also got a bokuto case slung over his shoulder, as if he's on his way to kendo practice or something - which he isn't, because he hasn't practiced kendo in years.]
Please tell me I didn't miss any pop quizzes or anything.
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[ She had made sure to save a study guide, which she digs out of her messenger bag. Setting it down on the desk in front of her, Elizabeth gives a light shrug. ]
Everything is alright, I hope?
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As for that...]
...Well, I'm not dreaming about people getting stabbed or sprouting wings or whatever, so it's not as bad as it could be, I guess? [REASSURING.] But I did come here to talk to you about something. Um... About this, actually.
[At which point he swings the bag over his shoulder, opening the cloth top. He reaches in for the hilt, withdrawing... a very real sword.]
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[ Re: the dreams. But, she's mainly trying to tease and ease her own concern off. But, as the bag is brought out and his sword exposed... which oh my god, sounds horrible, Elizabeth has to give a perk of her brow. ]
Oh, no. Guns — those are my speciality, not sword. What the hell are you bringing this in for? That's — that has to be fake.
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[THEY DON'T NEED BAD DREAMS what they need is 1000 dreamcatchers so they can all go back to sleeping in peace, honestly. Also look... this is just the beginning of the awful innuendos, it comes with the territory of Living Swords.
He looks pretty miffed, in any case.]
It's definitely not. At least, the metal is real...? And it's super sharp. [He already tested that out, rip.] Anyway, I brought it in 'cause, um... ...Okay, this is gonna sound really weird, but I can feel with it? It's like a new arm or something, so leaving it lying in my room or whatever makes me nervous.
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Yet.
She lets him say his peace, talking about sharp metals and the link. ]
Okay, hold on — [ He can't just glaze over it. ] Feel it like an arm. Think about what you said.
[ But, she motions for him to come closer. ]
Bring that thing here.
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I know! I know it sounds super nuts, but I'm serious. I can even tell who's touching it 'cause it feels like... well, like exactly how it'd feel if someone put their hand on my shoulder or touched my hand or whatever.
[He looks a little reluctant for a second, but will indeed step closer and hold the blade out.]
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You felt that? [ A pause before she paps it with her palm. But, she instructs. ] Close your eyes and tell me how many nails you feel scratch against it.
[ And she's idly scraping two nails down. Jesus christ, let's get this thread over withfghdgfj ]
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But Kashuu will place his hands over his eyes just so she can be Sure he's not peeking, and there's only about a second of hesitation before he answers with:]
Yeah, I could feel it. I can still feel it now - it's two, yeah?
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take me from this earth.
Either way, when he answers her so quickly with the correct answer, she sits back in her chair. First the scars, then Grell's eyes, then — well.. this. ]
And if I was to hit it, it would hurt, correct?
[ Not that she's going to. ]
...Jesus, it had to be a damn sword.
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He's also looking concerned about that.]
Yeah, so please don't. Someone already punched it and that sucked.
[He's tired and he needs a nap. And for people to stop punching his weapons. Mostly just a nap, though. And ideally to wake up in a town that isn't going completely insane.]
I didn't ask for this...
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And this — this thing just appeared, right? Overnight?
[ She's going to sight heavily. ]
... You're going to need a guitar case or something at this rate. Not that our security officers are even good... but — this is kind of hard to miss.
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[VAGUE HAND MOTIONS he's so tired, just let him take a nap.
That's a pretty good suggestion though and definitely more solid than his own idea, which had just been "pretend I joined kendo again and pray no one asks to look in the bag". He'll just adopt a new musician hipster persona, it's fine.]
I think I can find one. I've got a few friends who are pretty big into music...
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[ A cautionary pause follows: ]
Did you... did you have any odd marks on your body afterwards?
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[JUST THERE, BEING A MENACE. The question that follows has him looking a little concerned, though...]
Marks? Uh-- [GLANCING DOWN AT HIMSELF as if that would enable him to see through his own clothes to check.] I don't think so, but I wasn't really looking for anything like that. D'you mean bruises or something?
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I'm not going to show you because knowing my luck, someone will walk in but. People waking up — items, changes... memories? Whatever you want to say they are — it's happening in mass.
[ And why the fuck aren't they doing anything about it!!! ]
If you got a sword over some grotesque scar... consider yourself lucky.
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[Since he's just assuming she's the recipient of said grotesque scar here, if she's talking about not being able to show something without risking being seen and all.]
That's the first time I've heard of someone getting something like that. Usually it's just random stuff or like, freaky eye or hair colors for some reason?
[He himself is part of the anime red eyes club but has been for a while, and only bothered hiding them for a week or so.]
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[ There's a shrug of her shoulders. It can't be help. The shock was what got her first, like a plunge into a ice cold bath. Once she could feel everything, know she wasn't broken — it was as if it never happened. She ignores it, forcefully so. ]
And this is the first time I heard about — well, what you have here. How is this possible? It's an extension of your nervous system... in an object.
[ Sorry, she's digging for a pack of her cigarettes at this point. There's a nervous twitch in her eye as she's mumbling to herself. ]
No fucking sense.
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["Just gotta deal" and all, basically. And while he's normally a supporter of that method of Handling Things, he can't help but wonder if it's actually going to do any of them good in the long run. His concern that this is just the start and things are going to get worse, weirder or more terrifying from here is growing pretty much daily by now...
He also 100% doesn't judge Elizabeth because that's pretty much been his reaction to all of this, just with college-cheap booze instead of cigarettes. Lord save them all.]
I don't get how it works either. The eye thing could be chalked up to kinda normal stuff if you squinted hard enough, but the flower thing and now this are... Mm, I haven't figured anything out yet. Any possible explanations, I mean.
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[ But, she points back to his sword. ]
No matter what, keep that thing in a guitar case. Carry it around. Say you're learning to play and can't bare to perform if prompted. W-Whatever is going on between you and that, keep it secret until you have answers on how.
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[SO INTO THE CASE HIS SWORD WILL GO and there it will live until he can figure out a better way of dealing with it... Which will be Never, but hope springs eternal.]
...But now that you've said it, why hasn't the government stepped in? You don't think that it'd be the same with them as it is with the people who don't have the app here, right?
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[ She doesn't mean to make it sound as cold and isolated as it was. It was a slip of her tongue. ]
I'm not sure. Reached out to someone who has ties to the government to get an answer — it's all a waiting game at this point. There isn't some mass panic going on right now... nothing deadly, anyway.
We'll be waiting, I think.
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But he'll sigh at his stupid sword anyway and ask himself literally why me at least five times a day for the next few days.]
Is there anything I can do? Like, anyone I can talk to or... I know some people are looking into compiling everyone's experiences to look for patterns, but I still feel like I should be doing a little more when they're messing with important stuff and giving people such a hard time. Just waiting around feels a little...
[Bad?? Bad. Feels bad, man.]
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