Nothing familiar at all.

[spandexisyouth]

Characters: Youth (spandexisyouth), Samehada (kisameisafish)
Date/Time: Wednesday Feb 17th
Location: The Scavenger's Yard
Rating: PG?
Summary: Meeting and a monster.

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[kisameisafish]

It had been a few days since Samehada had been to the Scavenger's Yard - not since the memory crystal he'd found and the annoying music that he'd been cursed with afterwards. The sheer monotony of it had given him a headache after a day, and after two days his temper had frayed enough that he'd hunted some unnamed and oversized creature through the edges of the woods just out of spite. Unfortunately the only effect it had was to make the music louder and more insistent, so he'd given it up in favour of more sedate activities such as working his ninjato and knives to razor-sharpness.

He was still dissatisfied with the blade he had acquired, depite its undoubted efficiency as a weapon. Instead, the sword from his dream nagged at him - the weight of it in his hand and the surge of energy that had coursed through his body when he used it. And the recent memory had only intensified the feeling of something being missing - the smell of leather and metal and the sound of something being dragged across the stone that he knew was the same

[spandexisyouth]

Teeth. There were a lot of teeth in that smile. It was the smile, of, well, a shark, and Youth was suddenly wondering if he should have started training Turtle sooner. It was interesting how very different people could look here, though

[kisameisafish]

The smirk intensified briefly as he glanced unhurriedly over the man standing in front of him. In other circumstances, he might have laughed - the skin-tight green outfit the most ridiculous he had seen yet in his wanderings around the Sphere. But there was something else there - some faint memory that brought with it a mixture of irritation and amusement.

"An interesting choice of clothing, Youth-san. Have we met before?"

Samehada was sure they had not... but still, the man in green with the oddly coloured hair seemed strangely familiar, and his brow wrinkled thoughtfully as his unblinking gaze rested on the nunchucks. Again there was the wisp of a memory - of water and shadowy figures against darkness - but it was gone as soon as it surfaced, and he turned his attention back to the present, reaching down to retrieve the iron bar and pointing it at the pile of junk in front of Youth.

"I am looking for a sword. A big one, with the blade wrapped in cloth. It is mine."

[spandexisyouth]

That was the first time his outfit had gotten that reaction. Most people looked away, or looked disgusted, or felt like commenting on it negatively. He didn't understand those reactions at all. This one, though, was interesting. Youth looked Samehada over. There was absolutely nothing at all that was familiar about the other man.

"Hm. Hmmmmmm." He didn't want to dismiss someone remembering him. Bell had pretended to not know him at all, and that had been a little discouraging, feeling familiarity but being told there was none. Was there anything familiar about him? Youth finally shook his head. "No. I do not think we have. But now we have met! And this is good!" Always reinforce positively. That was important.

Looking at the pile, Youth nodded. "Then we shall look! It would be good to find an item that belonged to you, I think!" Sure, he had no clue. But he could weigh in anyway. Youth right away set to work on the pile in front of him, sorting through what seemed useless and what might still be practical.