don't want to hurt anyone. ( open )

[methodicals]

Characters: methodicals & anyone else!
Setting/Location: On the stairs up to Level 1 from Level 0. Beyond isn't sure he wants to go any further into the caravan.
Date & Time: Day 1, morning.
Warnings: NONE ... I THINK. If there end up being any I'll update this. PANTIES, THERE IS NOW A WARNING FOR PANTIES.
Summary: Beyond is just sitting on the stairs being

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YEAHH FIRST

[libraria]

Nodoka had been exploring the caravan quietly, attempting to adapt to the situations he had found herself in. She was alone, again. Without Negi-sensei, again. And this time, all her powers, the powers that she had depended upon, were limited beyond her imagination. Her hand shook as she turned to approach the stairs that lead up to level one of the caravan. If she was going to be living there, she presumed, she may as well attempt to explore the place and get accustomed to it. She would hate to have to force herself to live somewhere she didn't at least know her way around

and no one was surprised. . .

[methodicals]

Experimentation with the senses was a childish thing to do, Beyond thought, but the immaturity of it didn't keep him from it. He felt the minuscule shifting in the breeze as the -- small? she didn't seem to make much of an impact on the air around her -- girl sat next to him. That she introduced herself was convenient for him, not because he believed he would be unable to learn her name, but knowing what a person prefers to be addressed as had always been more convenient for him: it helped him partially conceal his vision. His eyes remained closed as he listened to her speaking... Well, she seemed to be panicking more than speaking, he thought. He hadn't reacted at all and she was already nervous and apparently frightened, so she must be especially timid

hush you ALSO LOOK I TAGGED BEFORE YOU GOT BACK 8D

[libraria]

Nodoka flushed when the boy turned, shifting awkwardly where she sat and placing her hands on her lap quickly. She didn't want to give the appearance of being a nervous little schoolgirl (that's not what she was, not anymore!) and so she did her best to steel her expression. Nothing could fight down the blush on her cheeks, however, or the nervous twitch of her fingers as she felt his eyes brush over her. It didn't feel as though he was examining her, nothing like she had become used to over time, but it was uncomfortable, being so very close and so very unfamiliar to this person

uhuhuhu and yes I am v. proud

[methodicals]

Beyond-san. The suffix was polite, really, not a direct indication of genuine, personal respect, but it still jarred him a bit. He knew he wasn't deserving of respect, had in fact worked to ruin anything about him worth respecting. Unfortunately he didn't think it was a good idea to ask her to address him as just "Beyond;" she would probably add -kun instead, which would be even more uncomfortable for him.

Why, though? Why was she so insistent on speaking with him? He wasn't really in anyone's way, she could easily avoid him without even appearing on his radar; he wouldn't have noticed. It was ... more than a little strange to him.

Was he feeling all right? No, not really; not at all, actually. Physically he was fine, though, and discussing his emotional attachment to a man he'd only briefly met lately but spent the majority of his life obsessing over was just awkward, so he wasn't about to get into it.

"I was busy, where I was before."

fuck yeah crazy detectives!

[adachy]

A good antagonist doesn't require specifics. Anything and anyone will do as long as you cause a fuss inside or out. Hell, it doesn't even have to be a fuss - something, anything, needs to happen. It's much more fun to watch a world in motion than one sitting and wallowing waiting for the end everyone so desperately wants. And if the world disappears anyway, then nothing of value was lost. You reap what you sow when you spend your entire existence in the same dull reality, letting life toss you around like a little girl's doll

[methodicals]

The person wasn't L, they weren't L, they didn't matter to Beyond, they couldn't matter. He felt them stop, continued not to look at them, tried to judge if they were male or female. He -- as it turned out -- spoke before B had a chance to make his private guess.

Was it a warning? He didn't sound particularly threatening, and it wasn't addressed specifically to him -- though he might be another man who spoke oddly, in third person or in narration. He could only assume his location annoyed the man and that was his way of expressing it.

Adachi Tohru. He struck Beyond as ... a professional, a regular, Japanese professional. Almost too normal for B to care at all, to warrant a response.

"There is plenty of room. If this location becomes dangerous, I will find somewhere else to sit."

[earlship]

He hadn't wanted to leave his room from the moment he had perched himself on the top bunk-- even when he got to meet his roommates (a boy and a dragon, an interesting duo, indeed) he hadn't felt the need to vacate. It was always more safe with a door between himself and the rest of the world.

Unfortunately, he had to eat, and perhaps just as importantly, stop down in the village to get himself some changes of clothes before the caravan left, so there was little choice in the matter-- and it wasn't as though he could spend all of his time hiding in his room, anyway. He'd just have to get used to the situation. There was nothing else for it.

He wasn't in a good mood when he left the comfort of his room (a night of restlessly tossing and turning will do things to a person), but his mood only sunk lower when, descending the steps, he saw the familiar form of a certain person he had known. That all too familiar sinking feeling weighed on him as he stopped in his tracks. "Y-you--"

[methodicals]

After the man spoke, Beyond waited to hear someone else react. When they didn't, he opened his eyes and turned to the direction the voice had come from, visually confirming as he did so that no one else was around to receive such an accusing tone. His own voice was weary and sounded loud to his own ears.

"What?"

[earlship]

Lloyd swallowed thickly, nervousness twisting in his belly as he wavered between running and staying stock still. The possibility that this man was the same person but had no connections to Toujours Hotel was certainly a real one but even then, if he was quite the same, with no differences in experience or time, that still made him dangerous.

He straightened his body and cleared his throat before speaking, though his words still shook slightly. "Do-- Do you know me?"

[methodicals]

If Beyond had been in better spirits, toying with the man -- Lloyd Asplund, he could see now -- would have been a welcome, if dangerous, distraction. Did he know Asplund? No, of course not. He'd never seen the man before, would have definitely recognized those strange colours on an apparently professional grown man.

The effort of turning with his emotions in such a state wore him out and his own body sagged.

"I don't know you well."

and i'm late somehow

[unamvirtus]

He hadn't had much to preoccupy himself with ever since boarding the caravan, and admittedly, he was starting to feel incredibly shut in. There wasn't an entirely broad amount of things to do besides watch people walk by, and after a while, that became more than a little boring. Even training was fairly difficult without attracting a lot of unwanted attention... all of the staring was throwing him off a little, to be honest

[methodicals]

Some of the footsteps he heard were heavier or lighter than others', to be sure, but few were as light as the steps he could hear now. When he heard them come to a stop right in front of him, he was intrigued enough to not bother waiting for dramatic effect -- without rousing further, he opened his eyes and stared bleakly at the ...

Ahh, a little boy. This must be the young person he'd spoken to the day before, the one in need of medical attention -- Link? He thought that was the name, but couldn't verify it; the space above the boy's head was empty. He looked very elfish; the ears and the dress, small stature and large, innocent eyes.

"Link, isn't it? Your name? I think I spoke to you before; you were injured, correct?"

[unamvirtus]

He was surprised by the returning stare he received, not expecting something so grim. Was this boy upset about something? The posture and look seemed to suggest it, but Link wasn't entirely certain yet. Link wondered, a bit puzzled, what he was doing looking him over-- but it wasn't important, he supposed.

What caught his attention more effectively was that he seemed to know who Link was. His eyes widened a little more, the coincidence a little unexpected, but politely he nodded to show that yes, the teen was right about all of those assumptions.

[methodicals]

So he was right, this was Link, and he had been injured -- but he seemed well enough now. Beyond lifted his hand, just barely reaching out to the boy before immediately retracting it, lifting his thumb to his lip. In Verity -- and the other countries, too, he was sure -- young children had been pulled from their homes to serve. But why here, why such a young, elfish boy? It didn't make sense to him; even if these extremely young people were talented in something -- who was the kidnapper now, Cid Amon? -- needed... Surely they could find it in some other, older, more experienced person. Someone like L.

"Are you better now?"