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[aphorise]

Characters: aphorise and vatheon
Location: Atop a building
Time: Evening
Style: Either
Status: Open

[A samurai stands on the edge at the top of a building, watching what part of the city falls into view. From that height, everything is quiet and nearly a blur. It's the ideal spot to be musing, as far as Masamune is concerned, so he's taken to doing just that

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[sweepered]

['Sup, samurai. Have an ex-assassin leaping onto the roof.]

You've got some interesting thoughts!

[aphorise]

Aah?

[He turns and the image vanishes. Oh, recognizes this guy.]

It's you.

[sweepered]

It's me! You're...

[...]

Who are you again?

[aphorise]

[That's pretty insulting.]

You can remember that yourself.

[lunateclock]

[He doesn't notice him at first--he's walking with his typical slouch, headphones in and thought bubble filled with no more than ♪

But a chance look up, and then a second glance, and he blinks. A though-- 'Samurai...?' and then his thoughts flash back to Motochika.

And so he goes to see. Nothing is ever accomplished by not trying, after all.

He reaches the roof (via the stairs like a normal person), but doesn't say anything immediately.

And then--]

Are you Date Masamune-san?

[aphorise]

[The thought bubble promptly turns blank as he turns around partway to get a look at the speaker. A guy who seems to know him.

There's a mild grin as he confirms the question.]

Ōshū's foremost, Date Masamune. Who are you?

[lunateclock]

[A brief, mental flash of Motochika in his own thought bubble.]

Ah, sorry. My name is Minato Arisato. Chosokabe-san mentioned that you were here too.

[Also lightning, which he reflects on in his thought bubble. He's still confused by that connection. Masamune and lightning...?]

[aphorise]

[Oho, the kid knows Motochika. Masamune regards the thought bubble, then rolls his shoulders back.]

Looks like that pirate told you a few things about me.

[sweeperesque]

[Rooftops are the best way to travel, you know. So Saya hops on over to the one Masamune's on and... well, she pokes at his thought bubble.]

You know some interesting people!

[... oh right-]

And hi, Masamune.

[aphorise]

[Wow, what an invasion and molestation of privacy --

He turns sharply. It's just Saya. The image of the young man disappears.]

That was Sanada Yukimura.

[sweeperesque]

['Just Saya'? Beg your pardon. You mean 'Oh wow, it's Saya! What could she want with a loser like me--'

Sadly, her thought bubble isn't that specific at all. Her thoughts aren't complex enough for them to be represented word for word.

So there's just some disgruntled-looking scribbles in her thought bubble. As if her pouting doesn't tip him off.]

The yin to your yang? The light to your dark?

[need another metaphor- OH SHE HAS IT]

The peanut butter to your jelly?

[And as she listed all those, the appropriate pictures came up in her thought bubble.]

[aphorise]

[What a loser. He shrugs those disgruntled scribbles off.

Then . . . ]

Haah?

[The peanut butter and jelly seem to transfer from her thought bubble to his, then proceed to be engulfed by a wave of black as he banishes the thought.]

That's some comparison.

[andyellow]

Oh my god, it's like a movie.

[Hilbert looks pretty average compared to anyone else who would approach. He's the average type of kid to cling to the nearest object for deal life. Heights and Hilbert never got along well.

Yet he was brave stupid enough to climb up and approach the stranger. Now... only if he had popcorn.]

[aphorise]

Hm?

[He turns, thought bubble turning blank, and his eye rests on Hilbert. Guy seems to have some kind of purpose being up here of all places -- ]

Need something?

[andyellow]

[He frowns.

Big time.]

A-ah--u-ugh, why did you turn it off?!

[aphorise]

[ . . .

?]

Turn what off?

[myfayevalentine]

*Fayes just been wondering around, doing nothing in particular, more likely than not to be heading towards the bar. But then she stops belong the building, and folds her arms across her chst as she looks up him*

[aphorise]

-- hm?

*It's not hard to see that someone's looking back up at him, even if he's fairly high up. He doesn't do much beside look back, crossing his own arms as well.*

[myfayevalentine]

*Faye continued to stare up evenly*

You some kinda super hero?

[aphorise]

*He knows she's saying something, but he can't quite catch the words at his height. So he gestures to behind him -- come up here and then they'll talk.*