7 » [video; joint with Heine]
[the feed is being recorded from a Forge lying on the ground, near the Door in Anatole. those who can remember its ID code will know who it belongs to. a certain Yuu Kanda. how it managed to get there, one can only guess.
an opaque, lilac-colored orb falls out of the Door, clinking lightly a few times on the ground before rolling to a stop. the Om symbol on it shows clearly.
nothing else follows it.]
[Well. That was unexpected.]
[He stares at the orb through the Forge for some time - he does recognize the ID code, but...
...what is that?]
Kanda? ...are you there?
[he is there! ..kind of. not really. it's just the orb.. ball.. thing. and seeing as the orb has no mouth, it's not replying.
though it does seem to be slowly sprouting some dull dark red tendrils out of the bottom...]
[O...kay. Orb-thing, he can deal with. Orb-thing sprouting tentacles? Not so much.]
[So he's going to be getting up now and starting for the Door.]
[going to get there quickly? it's probably sprouted a few more by the time Heine arrives. some of them are grouping together and seem to be moving in certain directions. others.. are just sprouting more flesh-coloured bits.
any natives nearby have probably raised some kind of commotion about it by now.]
[Well, that's a bit. Odd.]
[So he stares at it for a while longer before crouching down next to it - snaps something at the gathering citizens in an attempt to get them to clear off - and then tried to poke the orb.]
[Cautious? Not really.]
[it's touchable. smooth, warm, pulsing like a heart. and despite being poked, it goes on doing its little duty of sprouting more tendrils, growing at an alarming rate. it's clear that the tendrils are actually muscles now. living flesh.]
[This is possibly one of the weirdest things he has ever seen (excluding things he's forgotten).]
[And even as he watches, the orb continues to expand - growing into the framework of a human body.]
[A thought strikes him - is this Kanda?]
[...well. This was definitely one of the weirdest things he's ever seen.]
[torso, head, and hair comes first. yup. it's Kanda. the orb is pretty much concealed in his chest now, though there's still an Om symbol on his skin. the rest of him is still.. rebuilding itself.
other than that, he looks quite flawless. uninjured. a bit older, perhaps a tad bit gaunt, but not much else has changed.
as soon as one arm is completed, he takes a shuddering breath, and opens his eyes.]
[He blinks down at him, red eyes narrowed from a combination of confusion and suspicion.
It's Kanda, there's no doubt about that. But the differences - he takes note of them, stores them in his memory.
Then he decides to actually say something.]
What the fuck was that.
[Kanda's glancing at him, blinking. he doesn't recognize Heine, having never actually seen him before-- not that he could recognize anyone by sight right now, anyway --but it takes a few moments to place his voice.]
You.. [what are you doing here, is what he wants to ask. but a quick look around tells him he's not in that place anymore. the memory is faint, but it's there.] ..Anatole?
So I've been told.
[He shrugs, tilts his head to one side curiously.]
That was really weird.
So I've been told. [with a slight roll of his eyes.
but he's sitting up now, even though he's still missing half a leg. it'll be there soon enough. he's being careful, though. never know when a limb could just.. fall off.]
[He's watching him, carefully. Something is different (and no, it's not just the fact that Kanda is regrowing from a little ball).]
Well, I don't know either, all right?
[There's a snap of teeth at the end of his sentence, a lower tone that makes it like a growl. He frowns - at himself - and shakes his head, like he's trying to clear it. And then,]
You might want some clothes.
[his gaze is a tad vacant. staring at blank spaces as though there's something oddly intriguing there-- and there is. just. nothing that other people can see. it'll take some getting used to being around others again.
he glances up again, not missing that almost-growl. memories may be fuzzy and buried, but he's sure he doesn't remember Heine talking like that before. won't touch on it, though. who knows what's happened in the time he's been gone from Anatole.]
That'd be a good idea. [feels like something's missing, though. what could it be...]
[he makes a noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between a cough and a snarl - an odd combination that definitely isn't reassuring.
Heine stands, then crouches again, head cocked to one side as he stares firmly at Kanda's face, apparently unbothered.]
Need help getting up?
[this time he avoids looking at Heine, instead staring intently at the ground as he slowly gets to his feet.]
I think I'd lose a limb if you pulled on anything.
Point.
[He gets up as well, leaning back slightly and watching Kanda with an intentness that is strange on an adult's face.]
So. Clothes, yeah?
[finally looking up to reply, though it does take some effort to focus on the person instead of the falling flowers.]
Yeah. [still feels like he's forgetting something, though, so he takes another look around-- oh. a forge on the ground.]
..Is that thing recording?
[eyebrows pulling together in discontent, he rocks back on his heels, hands in pockets and shoulders hunched.]
...maybe?
[he shrugs. it doesn't bother him - and if it bothers Kanda, well. That doesn't bother him either.]
Wonder how long it's been on... [inching a bit closer to it, trying to check, but still keeping out of range. wouldn't want the whole network to see him naked. not that he particularly cares, but. better safe than sorry.
and crouching down to pick it up, making sure to keep it facing away.]
Che. [fiddling. it's been a while since he's even seen a Forge, let alone used one.] So where to?
For a while. I saw... you - or the little ball, or whatever - come through the Door.
Eh, somewhere. Your place or mine?
[He glances at the people giving them weird looks - bares his teeth, for just an instant - and then peels off his jacket and throws it at Kanda.]
Let's go, Mr. Public Indecency.
[freezing, just slightly. but it's open in another moment.] Not the best way to arrive, for future reference.
[rolling a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug.] ..Whichever's closest. [though that would entail trying to remember where his apartment is.. or was.
just. raising an eyebrow at the silent snarl. but his attention is soon diverted by the jacket covering up the Forge as he catches it.]
Ha ha ha.
[and the Forge is off-- either by timing out, or Kanda.. blindly hit the off button.]
((OOC: Kanda, Heine.
continuing here! if anyone is interested in reading it. ahaha. Kanda and Heine will be replying separately, most likely. They'll be back at Kanda's old apartment.]
an opaque, lilac-colored orb falls out of the Door, clinking lightly a few times on the ground before rolling to a stop. the Om symbol on it shows clearly.
nothing else follows it.]
[Well. That was unexpected.]
[He stares at the orb through the Forge for some time - he does recognize the ID code, but...
...what is that?]
Kanda? ...are you there?
[he is there! ..kind of. not really. it's just the orb.. ball.. thing. and seeing as the orb has no mouth, it's not replying.
though it does seem to be slowly sprouting some dull dark red tendrils out of the bottom...]
[O...kay. Orb-thing, he can deal with. Orb-thing sprouting tentacles? Not so much.]
[So he's going to be getting up now and starting for the Door.]
[going to get there quickly? it's probably sprouted a few more by the time Heine arrives. some of them are grouping together and seem to be moving in certain directions. others.. are just sprouting more flesh-coloured bits.
any natives nearby have probably raised some kind of commotion about it by now.]
[Well, that's a bit. Odd.]
[So he stares at it for a while longer before crouching down next to it - snaps something at the gathering citizens in an attempt to get them to clear off - and then tried to poke the orb.]
[Cautious? Not really.]
[it's touchable. smooth, warm, pulsing like a heart. and despite being poked, it goes on doing its little duty of sprouting more tendrils, growing at an alarming rate. it's clear that the tendrils are actually muscles now. living flesh.]
[This is possibly one of the weirdest things he has ever seen (excluding things he's forgotten).]
[And even as he watches, the orb continues to expand - growing into the framework of a human body.]
[A thought strikes him - is this Kanda?]
[...well. This was definitely one of the weirdest things he's ever seen.]
[torso, head, and hair comes first. yup. it's Kanda. the orb is pretty much concealed in his chest now, though there's still an Om symbol on his skin. the rest of him is still.. rebuilding itself.
other than that, he looks quite flawless. uninjured. a bit older, perhaps a tad bit gaunt, but not much else has changed.
as soon as one arm is completed, he takes a shuddering breath, and opens his eyes.]
[He blinks down at him, red eyes narrowed from a combination of confusion and suspicion.
It's Kanda, there's no doubt about that. But the differences - he takes note of them, stores them in his memory.
Then he decides to actually say something.]
What the fuck was that.
[Kanda's glancing at him, blinking. he doesn't recognize Heine, having never actually seen him before-- not that he could recognize anyone by sight right now, anyway --but it takes a few moments to place his voice.]
You.. [what are you doing here, is what he wants to ask. but a quick look around tells him he's not in that place anymore. the memory is faint, but it's there.] ..Anatole?
So I've been told.
[He shrugs, tilts his head to one side curiously.]
That was really weird.
So I've been told. [with a slight roll of his eyes.
but he's sitting up now, even though he's still missing half a leg. it'll be there soon enough. he's being careful, though. never know when a limb could just.. fall off.]
[He's watching him, carefully. Something is different (and no, it's not just the fact that Kanda is regrowing from a little ball).]
Well, I don't know either, all right?
[There's a snap of teeth at the end of his sentence, a lower tone that makes it like a growl. He frowns - at himself - and shakes his head, like he's trying to clear it. And then,]
You might want some clothes.
[his gaze is a tad vacant. staring at blank spaces as though there's something oddly intriguing there-- and there is. just. nothing that other people can see. it'll take some getting used to being around others again.
he glances up again, not missing that almost-growl. memories may be fuzzy and buried, but he's sure he doesn't remember Heine talking like that before. won't touch on it, though. who knows what's happened in the time he's been gone from Anatole.]
That'd be a good idea. [feels like something's missing, though. what could it be...]
[he makes a noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between a cough and a snarl - an odd combination that definitely isn't reassuring.
Heine stands, then crouches again, head cocked to one side as he stares firmly at Kanda's face, apparently unbothered.]
Need help getting up?
[this time he avoids looking at Heine, instead staring intently at the ground as he slowly gets to his feet.]
I think I'd lose a limb if you pulled on anything.
Point.
[He gets up as well, leaning back slightly and watching Kanda with an intentness that is strange on an adult's face.]
So. Clothes, yeah?
[finally looking up to reply, though it does take some effort to focus on the person instead of the falling flowers.]
Yeah. [still feels like he's forgetting something, though, so he takes another look around-- oh. a forge on the ground.]
..Is that thing recording?
[eyebrows pulling together in discontent, he rocks back on his heels, hands in pockets and shoulders hunched.]
...maybe?
[he shrugs. it doesn't bother him - and if it bothers Kanda, well. That doesn't bother him either.]
Wonder how long it's been on... [inching a bit closer to it, trying to check, but still keeping out of range. wouldn't want the whole network to see him naked. not that he particularly cares, but. better safe than sorry.
and crouching down to pick it up, making sure to keep it facing away.]
Che. [fiddling. it's been a while since he's even seen a Forge, let alone used one.] So where to?
For a while. I saw... you - or the little ball, or whatever - come through the Door.
Eh, somewhere. Your place or mine?
[He glances at the people giving them weird looks - bares his teeth, for just an instant - and then peels off his jacket and throws it at Kanda.]
Let's go, Mr. Public Indecency.
[freezing, just slightly. but it's open in another moment.] Not the best way to arrive, for future reference.
[rolling a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug.] ..Whichever's closest. [though that would entail trying to remember where his apartment is.. or was.
just. raising an eyebrow at the silent snarl. but his attention is soon diverted by the jacket covering up the Forge as he catches it.]
Ha ha ha.
[and the Forge is off-- either by timing out, or Kanda.. blindly hit the off button.]
((OOC: Kanda, Heine.
continuing here! if anyone is interested in reading it. ahaha. Kanda and Heine will be replying separately, most likely. They'll be back at Kanda's old apartment.]