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[straying]

[FILTERED TO NOEL VERMILLION]

Noel, I believe there is one - counted again and it's definitely one - unconscious lug on my couch. I think he belongs to you. Would you mind picking him up when he wakes? I don't mind having him around, but I figure you'd be better with him. All his injuries have been treated so you don't have to worry about that, but remind him not to strain himself unless he wants me to hunt him down again.

... and don't tell him I said anything negative about him. It'll just be between you and me.

[END FILTER]

Jeeze, it looks like injuries abound these days! Is everyone recovering alright from their little scrape-ups? Nodoka, I'm a bit worried. Has your condition improved?

[a thoughtful pause]

By the way, guys... I'd really prefer if you don't jump to conclusions with this recent chaos. Please don't start any mobs or something. If there's any danger or major threat being posed to us, it lies in chaos and lack of rationality. So let's not add to the victim count here in Vatheon, alright?

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VOICE。

[libraria.livejournal.com]

Mhm, t-that's fine! I'll be waiting.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

So you'll attack a man who could be innocent, Carl? Ever heard of 'innocent until proven guilty'? Everyone has a possibility of being dangerous. If you'll attack every possibility, then you might as well attack everyone in Vatheon.

This isn't acting as a vigilante anymore, Carl. There is no justice in pointless attacks.

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

Looks like it. Right now it seems like a lot of people are pissed off at someone - I'm just wondering who and why.

And yet he could still holler like it was nothing.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Ah... yeah, that's the major problem. An innocent girl got attacked and named her attacker- so obviously people are angry at him. However whether or not it's true that he was the one who attacked her is something that's yet to be decided.

Pretty impressive, huh? Oh well. His enthusiasm died down some time after. Even fell unconscious! That was a pain...

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

So everyone's jumping this guy, even though they're not entirely sure it's him. Typical mindset of a mob.

What'd you do then? Drop a blanket on him and call it a night?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Pretty much. It's pretty worrisome. Makes my job harder too.

Heh, while that might've been the easier way at the time... Nah, couldn't bring myself to. He's just as heavy as he looks.

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

Oh? And what's your gig here?

So you managed to drag him to a bed or couch.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Hmm... not official or anything, but keeping the peace is generally what I did at home. Old habits die hard.

Couch. He would've freaked if he woke up in my bed.

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

So now you're a vigilante cop - not too bad.

And that would be the last thing you need right now.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

I just wish I could do my job well enough. Hard when people around here are so stubborn.

Pretty much. Knowing him, though? ... He'll be wounded again in a few more days.

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

When you get a bunch of people from different places all in one area, shit's going to hit the fan sooner or later. And if it's a kid who's hurting...it gets the protective instinct going. If you ever need it though, I could give you a hand.

He seems like the type to run his mouth and fight a lot.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Is that so? Well, consider it much appreciated! Don't think I ever got your name, though.

So I'm not the only one getting that feeling. [laughs] You're right, though. Someone should keep a better eye on him.

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

Ban Midou. Ran the GetBackers Recovery Service back home in Shinjuku.

Heh, nope. But he can't be too hard to track if he keeps it up with the bitching.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you, Ban. I'm Saya Minatsuki and... well, back home? I was called a sweeper. I guess you could equate me to a bounty hunter, though.

I'd prefer if he could be stopped before it came to that.

[ceruleanvices.livejournal.com]

Good t'meet you as well, Saya. Sounds like an interesting line of work.

So how long's he been trouble?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Definitely! Fit my way of life perfectly.

He gets into fights pretty often, and... it's safe to say that not a lot of people think too highly of his temper.

[shard-finder.livejournal.com]

Is there usually so much violence? And here I though I could finally relax for awhile. Ragna...was shot...was there someone else? Who else was injured?

[cantataofgrace.livejournal.com]

... Ngh... [ He knows she has a point and stands with reason, but Carl can't let this go. What he thinks he did to Nodoka... ]

Then tell me, why would Miss Nodoka be so convinced it was him? On her own life, no less? Dangerous people should be eliminated, anyway...!

[ ... He calms down a bit, clinging a little too tightly to Nirvana, who senses what's going on. Whatever that doll is, it clearly does something to calm him down. Suddenly, he's eerily calm again.]

... I apologize if my way of working differs from yours. In my world, the Librarium generally imposes the death penalty on those who don't do as told.

[ Basically, Saya? He's the equivalent to an Eraser from your world... not a sweeper. ] So I can't say I condone letting criminals or people like that run free. If there's even the remote chance he did something that horrible, then he deserves what he gets. ... But if you really want to get in my way... I won't have any choice.

[ That's a warning. ]

And ever!

[lackinglady.livejournal.com]

[Takes a step back at Naoya's arrival, a bit startled at his sudden arrival.]

U-um, y-yes. That's me.

[ahouudera.livejournal.com]

Only the best mob ever. I'm the right hand mand. [quite proud, actually]

Tch. Fine by me.

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[whiterequiem.livejournal.com]

She's doing fine now so there's nothin' to worry about.

[Oh god...]

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[whiterequiem.livejournal.com]

[Naoya was the friend Saya was talking about?]

H-Hey, what the hell is this?