TURN 003: Action! ★ Knight and Emperor, Lion and the Knife

[cardinalist]

Characters: cardinalist & Worldsrebellion
Location: Plaza, near the largest fountain
Time: Afternoon, specifically, half-past three. After this phonecall.
Style: Prose or Action. I will follow!
Status: CLOSED like a [insert preferred metaphor

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[worldsrebellion]

He's too caught up at the moment to catch Suzaku's approach immediately, looking at one thing or another- relatively deep in thought, only half-paying attention when he hears Suzaku speak. He'd zoned out like this before, once, when he first arrived and wondered what was going on, and why he was here (in a place that is clearly not Hell, but a 'silly fairytale' that belongs in Suzaku's head). What 'half-paying attention' pertains to, one can only wonder.

Because, before Suzaku approached, Lelouch had been entertaining thoughts of leaving another message with a threat ('if you don't hurry, I'll Geass a group of people to tear each other's throats out.'); nothing empty, nothing that one could shake a stick at. He would have really done it.

Probably. The people here are nice, perhaps too nice at best; they remind him of a seventeen-year-old military boy with bright, unassuming eyes, and fake smiles, but very real emotions. A boy that he, himself, ending up having to ruin for the greater good. For Nunnally. For the world. ("I'm

[cardinalist]

“It was a two for one special. No need to get too excited.” But though his words sound acidic, his tone of voice is placid, calm, almost borderline friendly.

They say that hell is paved with good intentions and roofed with lost opportunities. Suzaku and Lelouch know this lesson far too well. And they will tell you: the learning curve is a circle.

“You said you wanted to talk?” He tries for a smile. It falls short. His own guilt (mixed with a strange concoction of anger and vengeance and hope, even) eats at him every time he looks directly at Lelouch’s face so he adamantly looks at everything around them instead. Here's the thing: Lelouch reminded him of everything he’d rather forget. He reminded him of violence, of unstoppable forces of nature, of witchery and the impossible.

Lelouch reminded him of that poor, livid excuse of a childhood he worked so hard to suppress. Lelouch reminded him of what he eventually became (has become. And still is) in the name of justice and...well

[worldsrebellion]

"Do I look excited, my knight?" And Lelouch leans in, all soft (defiance) smirks and white teeth, before he pulls back as quickly as he came with a chuckle. "Satisfied, perhaps, but far from excited."

Of course, the leaning reminds him of the pain in his chest and his shoulders seize for a moment before he rolls his shoulders to shake the tense out. Can't have himself falling on his ass in front of Suzaku, after all. He did that in front of Liechtenstein (and she joined him on the ground). That's more than enough half-humbleness for his not-lifetime.

He wishes he brought those pain pills with him. The one he took before this had yet to kick in- and Lelouch never liked waiting. When he wanted results, he wanted them then and there. Like when he wanted the Knight of Rounds members crushed for their rebellion (and didn't have the FLEIJA yet to make it happen); there Suzaku was, ready to carry out the Emperor's will. A sharp knife to carry out the task of cutting down his foes.

Thinking of that only leads to thoughts of that (