☇ NINETEENTH ROAR || 3RD DECEMBER 2009 || VIDEO + TEXT

[getyourgunson]

[When the feed flickers open, everybody will get a very nice view of pedo-sun up above in the sky, breathing heavily and drooling as it always does during the afternoon. The glare, of course, is pretty painful for those who stare too long, but soon enough the camera abruptly shifts down to a place somewhere in Outer Residential Quarter III - and

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[forbearanced]

Where are you, exactly?

[Lol, already moving.]

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[getyourgunson]

Park.

[Near the entrance, to be precise.]

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[forbearanced]

Understood.

[And, less than five minutes later, your retainer's there.

A disapproving sound as he's approaching you.]

How did you fall ill, my lord?

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[getyourgunson]

[Just barely manages to look up once Koujurou's there, though the glare of the sun huts him far more than it should and he quickly ducks his head again, trying to ignore the pounding at the back of his head.]

Mission out in the cold. Got lost for a while.

[And the freezing his ass off, of course.]

Action forever!

[forbearanced]

Where is your Weapon?

[Already coming forward, to offer the support of his own body.]

And ever! \o/

[getyourgunson]

Elsewhere. [They do their patrols separately, just so to keep Dante happy and Date can not forever nag at him about his lack of attention to work.

Anyway, reaching out once Koujurou's close enough, using him as a support in order to stand up. It's hard to keep himself straight for the moment.]

[forbearanced]

[And Koujurou easily adjusts in order to provide his master with exactly what he needs.]

Come.

[He's too used to being Date's limbs.]

[getyourgunson]

[And its comfortable - perhaps moreso than usual - to lean on Koujurou and depend on his weight, rely on the solid warmth beside him. He's really tired, and trying to push himself to work had indeed been a bad idea.]

S'far. [Date doesn't know if he can manage the entire way...]

[forbearanced]

It will be fine.

[As it is, he could very easily carry you, young master.]

[getyourgunson]

[Date wants to retain as much of his dignity as he can here, thank you. As hard as it is to manage walking straight without wanting to collapse, anyway.]

Didn't know it'd be cold. [Oshu was cold enough, but the Arctic? The Arctic was cold.]

[forbearanced]

You went to the edge of this world, my lord. You should have considered that.

[getyourgunson]

Mmn. [Can't really bring himself to say anything more at the moment, tired as he was.] Sorry.

[forbearanced]

[No words to that. This was Date, after all. This was why he was the younger man's Right Eye.

It was going to be a long walk home.]

[getyourgunson]

[Long enough to have Date's already faltering concentration slip, even. Along the way he does stumble, almost falling down too as he fumbles over his own feet.

...yeah, he's really kind of out of it.]

[forbearanced]

[And Koujurou moved immediately to catch the other.

Yes, he'd have to carry his master. That didn't bother him: that much should have been obvious in how he simply adjusted, taking Date up.]

[getyourgunson]

[Date makes a mildly surprised sound when Koujurou picks him up, and under normal circumstances he would have done something about this - but now he's really just too tired, and the headache wasn't helping too.

So instead he remains still, trying to stay awake as much as he could even though he's pretty much dead weight at this point. His voice is a quiet murmur now as he speaks.] Thanks.