[ Closed log | Week 18 Day 2 ]
Who: Byakuran & Gokudera
When: Week 18 Day 2, evening.
Where: Yomisato
Style: 3rd person, present tense.
Rating: PG-13 for starters?
Warnings: Language, violent imagery at least, stuff, I will update when necessary.
It is a small, unimpressive house, one that doesn't command anyone's attention, which is exactly why Gokudera had made a note of it. He had prodded a few people and found out in a round about way who it belonged to, and what it was used for. A half-way house for certain merchandise exchanging hands. He had called upon a favor or two, gossiped, chattered and even gone so far as paying a small amount of coin in order to cause distraction in other parts of the village.
All in all, he feels rather confident that they will not be bothered, which is both a good thing and an unfortunate one as outward distraction could prove to be just what he needs. And yet, he can't deny the fact that he is curious of Byakuran's ability. Even beyond the obvious benefits.
Right, so he has done the mafia guy routine. Cosa nostra, don't dig your nose too deep into it.
Next step, the nerd. Time to break out science and bit of a fiction. Not quite a superhero costume but something better: weaponry and equipment. First of all, recording device. He's bound to trust his Hitomi in this. He just couldn't afford to summon a video camera, but here he has one that doesn't require a power source neither will it black out with lack of light or from abuse. It's perfect, really. Simply a bottle of ink, paper, a small flashlight, some small and very familiar gadgets he has made a point of summoning for other kind of research as well, from his office in Vongola base. Water, sweet snacks in neat containers. Boxes, rings, guns, even a knife strapped to his leg. All of these in a backpack made for hiking, except for the gun that travels against the small of his back.
He isn't exactly nervous. Surely, dealing with the enemy is risky, but it is a risk Gokudera is willing to take, here, now. Byakuran has little allies, and the worst he can do is to kill Gokudera, something he suspects Byakuran won't chance, not now at least. Maybe later along the road. Right now they are both being useful for each other, which is the key point in maintaining a stalemate.
He sits on the porch, watching desert sun slip behind the buildings with sky ablaze with different shades of red, bleeding into blue with faint hue of purple there, striking across the broken horizon. Heat devils dance between the silhouettes of taller buildings. Gokudera sucks in another fix of nicotine and rubs a sweaty palm on denim clad thigh. He sent Byakuran the coordinates earlier today, and an estimate of a time-frame. But he doesn't know if Byakuran has a watch, or if it's set on the same time as Gokudera's.
He might have to wait a while. The fact doesn't seem to bother him.
When: Week 18 Day 2, evening.
Where: Yomisato
Style: 3rd person, present tense.
Rating: PG-13 for starters?
Warnings: Language, violent imagery at least, stuff, I will update when necessary.
It is a small, unimpressive house, one that doesn't command anyone's attention, which is exactly why Gokudera had made a note of it. He had prodded a few people and found out in a round about way who it belonged to, and what it was used for. A half-way house for certain merchandise exchanging hands. He had called upon a favor or two, gossiped, chattered and even gone so far as paying a small amount of coin in order to cause distraction in other parts of the village.
All in all, he feels rather confident that they will not be bothered, which is both a good thing and an unfortunate one as outward distraction could prove to be just what he needs. And yet, he can't deny the fact that he is curious of Byakuran's ability. Even beyond the obvious benefits.
Right, so he has done the mafia guy routine. Cosa nostra, don't dig your nose too deep into it.
Next step, the nerd. Time to break out science and bit of a fiction. Not quite a superhero costume but something better: weaponry and equipment. First of all, recording device. He's bound to trust his Hitomi in this. He just couldn't afford to summon a video camera, but here he has one that doesn't require a power source neither will it black out with lack of light or from abuse. It's perfect, really. Simply a bottle of ink, paper, a small flashlight, some small and very familiar gadgets he has made a point of summoning for other kind of research as well, from his office in Vongola base. Water, sweet snacks in neat containers. Boxes, rings, guns, even a knife strapped to his leg. All of these in a backpack made for hiking, except for the gun that travels against the small of his back.
He isn't exactly nervous. Surely, dealing with the enemy is risky, but it is a risk Gokudera is willing to take, here, now. Byakuran has little allies, and the worst he can do is to kill Gokudera, something he suspects Byakuran won't chance, not now at least. Maybe later along the road. Right now they are both being useful for each other, which is the key point in maintaining a stalemate.
He sits on the porch, watching desert sun slip behind the buildings with sky ablaze with different shades of red, bleeding into blue with faint hue of purple there, striking across the broken horizon. Heat devils dance between the silhouettes of taller buildings. Gokudera sucks in another fix of nicotine and rubs a sweaty palm on denim clad thigh. He sent Byakuran the coordinates earlier today, and an estimate of a time-frame. But he doesn't know if Byakuran has a watch, or if it's set on the same time as Gokudera's.
He might have to wait a while. The fact doesn't seem to bother him.