video ● thirteenth reflection

[straying]

Well... I think I've resolved all the matters of my past in the last couple days, so that means I'm back in business! Also had a nice little... birthday celebration of sorts. Heh.

Speaking of which... do we technically age here? I mean, I can technically keep calling myself nineteen, right? It doesn't really matter, I guess, but indulge my curiosity.

And... well, out of these nineteen or twenty years, I don't I've ever had such a break between brawls before- that's not encouragement to start fighting in the streets, guys, but I think my aim might even be getting a little shaky. Don't need another paintball war so soon, but... maybe a tournament would be fun...

[FILTERED TO SHIRAYUKI, ZEN, AND OBI]

So~ I'm going to assume one of two things happened with your living situation. Guess number one! Zen and Shirayuki are in a hilariously awkward situation where they're living together and feel so bad about it because it's not... proper or something, right? And don't tell me you put Obi on the couch- that's just mean.

Or... two: Shirayuki's living in an apartment all by her lonesome but close enough that her two bodyguards aren't worried. Right?

Well, here's option number three~

Shirayuki, you wanna come bunk with me now that I'm heading back to my old place? It's just one floor up from Zen and Obi so they're welcome whenever. ... Well, almost whenever. I reserve the right to kick out anyone after midnight. So... whaddya say?

[FILTERED TO ZEN AND OBI]

Okay okay, I know what you're thinking- don't want your girlfriend too far or Zen'll suffer from seperation anxiety, right? Oh. And the whole safety thing.

But I'm not a top-notch sweeper for nothing so I've got her safety covered. Not to mention it'll ease your conscience so she's not all alone in a two-bedroom apartment by herself. Don't you think she might be getting lonely? We wouldn't want that, right?

So stop being so over-protective and let her give me an answer before you say no.

Comments

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

... well, gotta do what you gotta do. Seems a tad bit like overkill, though.

[Shut up, Mister My-BFF-Had-to-Die-For-Me-to-Change.]

Because it's hard to take you seriously when you're trying to teach me.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

Got any other ways to beat a guy who can regenerate immediately, no matter how bad the wound?

[LOW BLOW.]

What? Why?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Freeze him to immobilize and then do what you can after?

[DEAL WITH IT. hurr bracket]

'cause no matter how you slice it... you're still Train.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

... Honestly? I wouldn't be surprised if the nanomachines made that impossible too. Besides, I didn't even have any paralysis bullets on me by then.

[MEANIE.]

And what's that supposed to mean?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Nanomachines? That's what you were up against? Huh.

[JUST TO YOU. ♥]

It means you're an exception to everything.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

Yup. We got rid of them after the battle, though. He wasn't too happy about it.

[... REALLY? :|]

... I really question your logic, you know.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Only added to his shattered mind, I imagine?

[... SORTA.]

I don't think you're in any place to be questioning logic, Train.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

Well, he was still okay enough to be spouting his crap about how the world had gone to hell before we did that, at least.

[JERK.]

Hey, I'm perfectly capable of thinking logically.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

... poor guy.

[Even though it's Creed, even though it's the guy who murdered her... she still doesn't feel like anyone deserves that.

RIGHT BACK AT YOU.]

But you gotta admit it's a lot less fun sometimes.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

... I've got hope that he'll get better—and start seeing the world in a different, better light.

[YOU'RE A BIGGER JERK.]

Haha, true! Sven and Little Princess are logical enough for the three of us, anyway.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Yeah... Me too. It'd be nice if everyone got a happy ending, huh?

[A little amused at the idea.

NO U.]

Heh, I bet. Don't cause any trouble for 'em, Train.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

[He smiles softly.]

Yeah... that'd be good.

[... He's thinking of the Apostle of Stars right now.

WHO'S THE ONE WHO MAKES FUN OF EVERYTHING THE OTHER SAYS?]

Heheh, considering the deal with Creed, I'd say it's too late for that.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Well, crossing my fingers and hoping so.

[IT KEEPS THINGS INTERESTING.]

True... but you've still got a long while ahead of you.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

... That's really just like you, Saya.

[TRAIN BEGS TO DIFFER.]

We'll be fine! After Creed, there's nothing we can't handle~

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Good! I don't think I'd want to be like anyone else.

Hehe, well, I hope so. Maybe the debt will keep things interesting for you.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

If it helps, I've yet to meet anyone quite like you yet!

[Eh...]

... It's not like we enjoy it, you know.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

... Man, I wish I could say the same.

I imagine so, but it'd be boring if everything was smooth sailing now that you've taken out the bad guy.

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

That friend you mentioned before?

Hey, I'm happy just traveling around, taking out bounties. 'Sides, I bet there are still plenty of people out there who wanna kill me.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Nah. I feel like I'm talking to a mirror right now, Train.

Still? The name still following you around, huh?

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

... I'm not that similar to you, am I?

[Dramatic sigh—]

Yuuuuuuuup. Geez, they just won't learn... There's a reason I'm so infamous.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Too similar for complete comfort?

Oooh, how intimidating.

[OOC: HEY JAN. LOOK AT THIS. (http://sweeperesque.livejournal.com/5850.html).]

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

Well, we've got our differences, at least.

... You're mocking me again, aren't you?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

I'd be worried if we didn't.

Don't make it so easy~?

[sweepered.livejournal.com]

I don't. You're just mean.

[A pause]

By the way—Saya! Where do you live?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[sticking her tongue out at him]

Just for that little comment, maybe I don't feel like telling!