SHIBUSEN SIDE

[soul_mods]

Characters: OPEN, Shibusen side
Location: Shibusen underground barracks
Rating: R
Time: September 1-15, 2019
Description: Both sides have exchanged news about their respective blast from the past. What does everyone think about it?

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CLOSED. September 6th. Hughes' Room.

[everyonecried]

Would've turned up sooner or later, was all Hughes had to think about it. Much, much later, if he thought longer than he was required to - and he often did, so that would be how it fell

Re: CLOSED. September 6th. Hughes' Room.

[fridgeburnt]

Xanxus walked briskly to Hughes' room, hands discretely moving inside his pockets, thinking. Planning. Setting things into schemes that he can return and re-arrange at will. He's played a careful balance between the varia and both sides right now, and while it's in danger of collapsing with just one move -- there's always something, so far, that's kept things in check. So far.

He was aware of Kasai hovering behind him, like his shadow, but nothing like -- well. Him. A sore name for a sore memory. A dull pain. Things that he really shouldn't be bothering himself with even now. He has a job to do, and he's going to do it well. That is all that matters right now, especially when each point, each decision made keeps them one day away from eventual death

[firebrands]

Wherever Xanxus went, Kasai went - or so it had gone for the last ten years, on and off in the early days, more consistently in the later ones. He was always there in that almost-cloud of smoke that was starting to take its toll (had been for a while now) and now was no different. Even in the hidden streets of Shibusen he let the smoke trail behind him as they stalked toward one particular room.

Rumors weren't really a specialty for him, but you heard them no matter where you went. He heard about mysterious figures, about time travel, and it made him laugh. Really? Of all the cliches to set into action after all this time, it went with time travel? He didn't automatically disbelieve, but it was a strange thing to consider. Time was a flighty bastard, now, wasn't it. Why bring it up now, of all times

[everyonecried]

Smoke - that was a nice smell, a familiar one. Not so familiar to the face, but Kasai was a shadow Hughes had come to expect with Xanxus, and he finally straightened up his chair as the two entered, hands falling to his needs to lean forward, instead. He couldn't help but be full of movement, especially after this development; but at least all of that energy would be channeled into actions rather than words

[fridgeburnt]

"Good," Xanxus replied, taking a seat on his bed and crossing his legs with a sigh. There's too much walking involved being head of the Varia in this place. Back in Italy he'd kill anyone that make him so much as stretch his feet out of his fucking chair. "Tell me everything."

Hughes, at least, wasn't really that bad of a guy. He hates dealing with anyone too high. Besides, he rather doubt they'd like it if they found out what the Varia's actually doing. Best to stay hidden and play safe, in the meantime.

[firebrands]

Kasai remained standing near the door, lighting up his cigarette and listening rather than appearing to pay complete attention. Even if he was, he hadn't survived as long as he had by being innately attentive and pressing for more information; people were willing to say more when they thought you weren't paying attention. When the only other person in a room where you're talking to someone is an old man who might or might not be half-asleep, you didn't guard your words as well.

Though he'd admit that sort of thing didn't work so well these days. Xanxus generally ruined the effect.

So Hughes was ahead of the game. There weren't many reasons they would have showed up out of the blue, though, so he was probably just waiting to spill the beans. At least, Kasai hoped that was his plan. He didn't mind going on the information hunt but the day had looked so peaceful in the beginning. So for the moment he was silent, listening more than anything else, briefly stifling a cough that caused a spark of pain somewhere in his chest.

I'm sorry the late of this. :x

[everyonecried]

Everything. As if everything didn't mean digging through the rows of cabinets (already a specific one made for the arrivals) to match up the files that he had made, remember which were fake and which were just coded-- chicken scratch, most of it, though there were a few reports in cursive for when he'd gotten bored. But papers were for when mail came in asking the question: kicking back on the chair, one arm thrown over the side, was for face-to-face meetings

Re: I'm sorry the late of this. :x

[fridgeburnt]

"Not just died and have come back?" BREW fucked with itself like that sometimes, or at least as far as he remembered. Maybe BREW fucked with itself at that time and that is the case with these arrivals. But then there should've been records in history about this. And as far as he knows ....

(More importantly: is that power harnessable? Would they be able to obtain it, and once having obtained, used it to change things in the world? Because right now Xanxus would rather be somewhere else, where things made sense; not perfect, but a gunshot or so normally eliminated other problems.)

-- still, the manner of appearances .... "both in the safer zones, huh." Xanxus leaned back, mulling things over. "I suppose it's too early to be called luck, but it's something close."

[firebrands]

Time travel, huh? Guaranteed time travel. Not very long ago he would have laughed at that, but experience and a faint opposition to sudden laughter kept him silent at Hughes' announcement. Instead, he just rolled his shoulder and rubbed at the joint to try and keep it from tensing up too much. Safe places, people they used to know - who vanished off the face of the city so long ago, if his memory was right (and it still was, thanks so much). And now they were back. Time really was a fickle bitch, wasn't she.

"Coincidence," he chimed in, probably unwanted, in a tone of voice that bordered on obviously sarcastic. "If it's luck, it's bad luck." For everybody involved. Not that it made the coincidence any better, but hey, he took what he could get. Kasai didn't have any questions, though, being a better man for the devil's advocate position, and fell silent after his interjection to wait for more information.