How Can I Help You, Sir? [Closed Thread]
WHO: Naoe Nagi and Jade Curtiss
WHAT: A talk of powers/artes and hackers
WHERE: The market, then a secluded room
WHEN: Day 22, the day after Jade and Nagi spoke in the journals
( Crawford had entrusted Nagi to go alone to meet this Jade man. )
WHAT: A talk of powers/artes and hackers
WHERE: The market, then a secluded room
WHEN: Day 22, the day after Jade and Nagi spoke in the journals
( Crawford had entrusted Nagi to go alone to meet this Jade man. )
He, himself, had been practicing, and was improving in leaps and bounds, but something was still holding him back, whether it was Rivelata itself or the fon slot seal that Largo cast on him, he couldn't tell. No, that wasn't entirely accurate either, he had broken fon slot seals before, the fact that it was so difficult this time around was probably due more to the environment than Largo's... skills... at fonic artes, which he had never been particularly impressed by.
Lost in thought, hands stuffed in his pockets, Jade made his way to the market, which was already bustling with activity, even in early morning. Well... early in Peony's definition of morning, he reminded himself, as he was used to waking up -grudgingly- at dawn when he served on the Tartarus. But, somehow, Peony's definition of things was slowly, insidiously, taking over his own. And he had to admit he didn't like it. Not one bit.
He looked up as the lovely smell of fish in the morning jolted him out of his reverie... and started to look around for the brown-haired boy in the strange black-and-white uniform.
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Perched high in the air, however, Nagi had few interesting things to look at besides the people he walked above. He rather liked appearing as though he was stepping on each and every one of their heads, but eventually one familiar face presented itself - familiar from innumerable times he'd seen the man's picture alongside Schuldig's and Peony's and Farfarello's as they'd bantered in the journals in the early days of Rivelata - before Nagi had recovered even a fraction of his powers, before the Jungle, before the Ball.
Slowly, ever so slowly, so as to not falter and fall, Nagi descended to the street level so that Jade would see him do it, rather than in the plane behind the man's back. Nagi caught quite a few other glances from natives and newcomers alike, but brushed them all aside as he walked towards Jade, arms at side - the casual step of a boy off to yet another boring day at school.
He was not dressed in his school uniform. After the outing with Kuja, true to his word, the man had confiscated Nagi's bloody, dirty dark blue pants and white shirt. Now, Nagi was dressed in a suit, one of the outfits Kuja had arranged for the fashion-dumb boy - brown pants, brick red jacket, and a cream colored "blouse," and dark brown men's business shoes.
When Nagi was finally standing just in front of Jade, it occurred to Nagi where else he had seen this man before - on the beach, when he'd stolen Omi's journal. Alas, "the enemy of my enemy" and all that; if Jade didn't like Lucio, and Nagi certainly didn't like Lucio, then Nagi could certainly forgive Jade the minor indiscretion of interrupting his practice-session.
If Nagi hadn't been reading the journals so closely he might never had known that Jade was yet another being whose powers Rivelata was dampening, reducing them to near-mundane status. Luckily for Jade, he was not mundane, or Nagi would have never thought twice about this meeting, and probably would have lied about it over the journals saying that Crawford had not given his permission.
"I am Naoe Nagi," he said by way of introduction, with scarcely any emotion at all save for mild curiosity at meeting another non-mundane. After all, Cross had been the first, Kuja the second, and now Jade was only the third.
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