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Who: Adachi and you!
What: Exploring Fantasyland, before looking for food.
Where: Around the tipped over train in Fantasyland, gradually migrating over to other areas to explore.
When: Any day during the first week.
Warnings/Notes: Adachi's powers are active in Fantasyland; he only has Izanagi at his disposal and he's not out to kill anyone, but that doesn't mean he won't kick your ass if you try to mess with him. He's going to try to make the tipped over train his base, but he still needs food and stuff, so he'll probably be looking around all over the park, so any area is open; if you're not sure, feel free to send a PM and we can plot.

When he first stepped into Fantasyland and it felt like his head was splitting open, Adachi knew that was the place he'd need to stay at if he wanted a chance of surviving this stupid game.

It was good to feel his Personae again; ever since arriving in this damn place, it was like they were there, but... not. It was like a part of his brain was missing, and even now he couldn't completely feel all of them. Izanagi was at the forefront of his subconscious like usual, but the others were sort of... hanging back, like they wanted to be there, but couldn't. He wished Michael was around to explain this bullshit, but he doubted a door to the Velvet Room would be popping up, no matter how much he needed one right now.

Still, Izanagi was better than nothing; he just hoped the head god wouldn't give him a migraine every time he returned to this place. Seriously, that was painful, like fall to your knees kind of painful, and generally not cool.

It took awhile of exploring to realize a few things. Number one, and most importantly, he wasn't going to be finding much in the way of food here. A lot of the stuff in the restaurants was perishable and... oh boy did they perish a long time ago. Gross; he was never going to get that smell out of his nostrils. Number two, there wasn't really anything around that he could use as a weapon, much as he tried to find something. Whatever wood was around looked like it would break apart with one hit and he wasn't about to try and pull a metal pipe from the plumbing in the buildings -- they were probably rusted to hell anyway and useless. Number three, there weren't that many great places to hide that weren't also completely open to any elements; the turned over train at least had a side wall that was serving as a roof along with the whale. He didn't really care for how much the whale made it stick out, but... well, he kind of liked it. Plus, if the seats were intact, it'd be a comfortable place to sleep.

He knew he couldn't stay in Fantasyland forever; he had shelter, but he needed food, water, and something to defend himself with that he could take to the other areas. So, every day he heads out for awhile, determined to make it back with at least something before it got dark out.

And yes, the headache hits him every time he goes back into Fantasyland. Eff his life.

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R should be happier. He had a sorta-kinda friend next to him, gunning for blood and flesh and looking like she'd give anything to stab those claws of hers into someone. Karis was motivated enough to find food and do it right, unlike him, so all R had to do in theory was shuffle where she was going and he could get something to eat.

So why did he feel so miserable?

It took him awhile to come up with why, staring at the shreds of Karis's dress fluttering in the wind and trying to get his thoughts in order while that hunger prowled and paced in the outskirts. Howard. R was sure it had to do something with Howard. The pieces were there. But those few hours with Howard faded further and further into that fog, especially with Karis and her go-getter, can-do attitude leading the way, and eventually R settled for focusing on putting one leg in front of the other, trying to speed-shamble because the other Dead moved a lot faster than he did and he didn't want to fall behind.

By now they reached the outskirts of Fantasyland. Despite Karis's big words they still hadn't found any Tributes to eat, which was long enough for R to think he was starting to get irritated. Maybe. Possibly. It took awhile for this kinda thing to simmer to a boil when you were Dead. R stopped, head flopped to the side because it really felt like too much effort to maintain better posture at this point, and raised an arm.

"Mgggh..." R started again. "Some...one? There. Shgh-adow."

R tried to point where he thought he saw a man-sized shadow flitting in the distance. The sun beat at their backs. R got a good whiff of both Karis and himself. Yeah, they weren't going to win any beauty contests between her godawful teeth and his face.

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Karis had started to get pissy. So far they hadn't actually found anyone. She wasn't the best tracker, but she figured that they'd be able to track someone down eventually. Unfortunately, everyone seemed to be hiding (or was smart enough to avoid a couple of zombies). She couldn't entirely blame them for that, but it pissed her off all the same. Besides, she was getting hungry.

She paused, half frozen in a step when R muttered at her. Karis' head came around in that jerky, unnatural, predator movement again, staring in the general direction of R's gesture. For a long moment she was silent, listening and sniffing at the air. She couldn't see or hear anything - but it was probably worth checking out.

"...let's go."

She started again, changing direction and making a beeline for the possibility of someone or something living.

Howard isn't so easily repulsed by the expired food in the shops as Adachi is. There's a crashing noise down the street from Adachi as Howard takes a rock and breaks into one of the restaurants. He clambers in with his knife and fake gun, looking both ways and not seeing anyone following him just yet.

Unfortunately, just because he has a strong stomach and a penchant to eating anything even remotely potable doesn't mean that there's anything worth finding here. Most of the perishables have turned to stinking, dried dust, and the congealed candies look like they'd be better at breaking teeth than rotting them.

Still, Howard starts to sift through things in the shop, trying not to make noise and failing as one of the boards in the floor snaps under his ninety-odd pounds. He can't help but yelp slightly as he falls through the busted wood and slashes up his shin. He grits his teeth, feels tears come to his eyes, and grips his bleeding shin with both hands. He stays very quiet to see if anyone outside heard and is coming to investigate.

There was indeed a man-sized shadow ahead, that belonging to Adachi as he poked around the shops dotting the outskirts of Fantasyland. At the moment he was on the quiet side of that headache inducing line, unaware of the fact that there were some hungry predators lurking, intent on actually eating him... because really, who even thinks of that possibility? All that was on Adachi's mind was trying to find something to eat and drink; unfortunately, that didn't seem like it would happen here, considering most of the shops seemed to just be souvenir shops in this area. What he wouldn't give for a soda machine right now...

He paused a moment, looking up from the window he was trying to peer into. Did... he just hear something dragging on the ground? Hunh...

Adachi damn near jumped out of his skin when he heard the sound of glass breaking, damn near jumping into a gnarly old bush. Oh crap, there was... someone around? Where? What? Why?

He tried to force his heart to stop trying to beat its way out of his chest, curiously following the sound of the noise. It could just be someone that was trying to find something edible... or it could be someone that tried to break the glass because they wanted a weapon. He really didn't want to think that way; he wanted to believe that there were people as against this as he was...

Adachi arrived just in time to see Howard fall through the floor via the window he broke. A quick glance inside showed there was glass all over, sharp and... probably really easy to stab into a person...

...no. No, dammit. He wasn't going to sink that low.

Instead, he climbed into the restaurant, careful not to cut himself.

"Hey, you okay?" he called over to Howard, almost afraid he was going to end up falling through the floor himself.

Howard yelps again, this time not in pain but in fear. He hadn't seen Adachi earlier, and now that they're in the Arena he doesn't know if Adachi is an enemy or merely an acquaintance. He pulls his leg out of the hole in the floor, sitting back and pressing with his hands to find a solid plank. His knife is in his pocket, but he doesn't reach for it yet. No need to escalate the situation.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just scraped my leg up..." He tries not to think about the first Arena he was in, where he died of infection from a cut palm. "I was just looking for food."

Which doesn't appear to be here. Howard holds his hands up and out, to signal he's unarmed. Adachi didn't seem the stabby type, but he's not sure.

It was always something: a groan jumping the gun, another zombie knocking over something and making a lot of noise or, in this case, R's broken ankle scrapping along the ground. If he could just get it in him to pick up his feet...

R lurched after Karis, her being suddenly motivated again lighting the fire under him too, like an infection traveling down the line. The ruins of more buildings swam into view as R focused with his good eye. Each one probably told their own story, all with similar endings. Another day he might've even wondered about the details. Now he sniffed behind Karis, hunched his shoulders again - this wasn't the "oh man, what do I say" flavor, this was the "dinner's right around the corner" variety - and sped up his shamble just a little bit to catch up with Karis.

That was about when he saw him: a Living guy standing there looking their way, dark hair cropped nice and short and that'll help when they're cracking his skull open. If there was anything as bad as fur getting stuck in your teeth, it was human hair.

"Hnggh!" R grunted and this time he didn't need Karis to motivate him forward. The zombie started making a beeline for the Tribute.

If Adachi had a throbbing headache, then for Chibi-Usa it was a throbbing heartache. She felt it the moment she stepped into Fantasyland, but unlike Adachi, she knew what she had to do, given the last Arena. And so she transformed. As long as she was in this part of the Arena, that's what she'd do. It would be part of her strategy.

Plus, just like with Tomorrowland, the remnant vendor stands were easy for her and her supplies to snugly fit under and be safe. She was so very, very glad for the first time that she was called 'Small Lady' back home for a reason. Though, she found it odd that the vendor stands were as well-preserved as they were, while a lot of the other things in the park were so ruined. Some of the vendor stands actually looked...newer for some reason. Or something like that.

In any case, she was on her way back to her hiding spot when she spotted what looked like a drunk kid, wobbling and weaving.

"Er..." She knew she wasn't supposed to trust anyone, that everyone was out to kill her, that that one creepy guy that killed her could pop out at any moment and try to kill her, but...she couldn't help it. Her better nature just couldn't not find out what was wrong. "Are...you ok?"

Adachi let out a worried noise when Howard yelped, tilting his head curiously at his behavior. Sheesh, didn't he already say that he wasn't out to kill anyone here? Was the kid that paranoid...?

Well, he had been thinking it...

He shook his head, raising his hands to show that he didn't have anything on him either, before carefully approaching him, worried that the floor would break more, and they'd both be in the same boat. Once he was sure of his footing, he reached out to the kid, offering him a hand up.

"C'mon, kid. I'll help you clean it up at least," he offered.

Adachi gave a start at the sudden voice behind him, a bit worried about being killed while he was in pain himself. He rubbed at the side of his head, trying to mentally tell Izanagi to shut the hell up (as if that were even capable of working). Besides, how dangerous could a pink haired girl in a school uniform be anyway?

...oh wait. Saki. Rise. Naoto-kun kind of counted... Right, no.

"Ah... I'm fine, this is normal," he assured her. "Thanks though."

Yes. Yes he is.

"No." Howard's eyes widen slightly with fear. He gets to his knees, then to his feet, keeping weight off the one leg. He's already injured there - his outfit is white, so the blood soaked through and down one thigh is evident. He looks at Adachi's hand as if it's a trick. "I can...I can take care of it."

The last time anyone else helped him with a wound, they stabbed him. Three times. He doesn't intend to take anyone up on the offer again.

"You seen anyone else around here?" He wants to believe Adachi won't hurt him - and earlier he found Adachi non-threatening enough to allow in his room - but that doesn't say anything about anyone else who might be skulking about.

"Not that I noticed, no..."

Adachi eyed that leg; no, that wasn't going to be good at all. He paused a moment, looking around, before finally ripping off the ridiculous cape from his own outfit. Damn thing was annoying as hell anyway; whoever said heroes looked good in capes was wrong, wrong, wrong. He dug his teeth into it, shredding a strip off, before handing it over to Howard.

"Here. Tie it above the cut," he said. He wasn't being nearly as goofy and easy going as he normally was; with Adachi being serious, it was more like he was a different person. "It's not going to be the best tourniquet, but it'll help until we can clean it out and bandage you up."

"Good, good, you can't trust anyone around here." He eyes the strip of fabric with equal suspicion, then snatches it out of Adachi's hand as if he suspects the detective of playing a game of keepaway with him. He ties above the wound - he got it a few hours ago, and while he's hurting and dizzy from blood loss, it's not a fatal wound on its own. "Thanks."

He notices the way Adachi's demeanor changes, the way Adachi's more in-control now than when he was first displaced. It puts Howard on edge. He likes it when people are predictable.

He gestures to the blood seeping down his pant leg. "Some psycho tried to spear me."

Adachi flinched at that explanation, shaking his head.

"Guess you weren't lying about the other people here..." he muttered, glancing at the broken floor. "Don't panic, okay? Just going to get a piece of wood."

He drummed his fingers against his side, trying to think of how he was going to do this... before he settled with giving the broken wood a sharp kick, trying to dislodge a piece. The floor creaked in protest, and Adachi froze, half expecting the entire floor fall out. After a moment he let out a breath, reaching down to wrest a piece out and break it down into a smaller piece. He made a point of tossing the parts he broke off down in the hole, before setting the crude final piece on the ground and rolling it over to Howard.

"Put that over the knot you made? And tie it too," he explained. "Then start twisting it until it's tight. That should stop the blood flow."

Howard takes it and shrinks away, back to the corner of the room. He seems as much like a hurt deer as a regular teenager. He does as Adachi tells him. "I still need to be able to walk on it. It hurts now, but it's not bleeding so bad."

He's worried. He knows puncture wounds get infected easy.

"I'm not panicking. Believe me, you'd be able to tell if I was panicking. I kind of get really obvious panic-face. And my voice cracks." Of course, it cracks from just plain old puberty too, but screw telling Adachi that. "I just don't want you getting close, okay? Give me some space. That's all I ask."

And then, just in case, "it's nothing personal. I just been stabbed a lot."

It was R's little moan that snapped her attention toward the breather. Young-looking guy, but that was alright. He wasn't crippled, but that just meant a longer chase. The dead did't tire, after all. They could keep running until they wore their feet to nothing. Which is exactly what they tended to do, if they were motivated enough. She hissed through her teeth and started after the lone human. Not quite the same way, though. She angled toward him, trying to cut off his avenues of escape.

She was hungry and he looked like he'd actually make good eating.

"You run, this hurts more," she rasped. She didn't know if he could hear her, but that wasn't really the point.

Most people that said things like that were definitely worth running away from! Adachi looked confused as hell at first, because what were these things even!? They looked almost humanish, but... at the same time, they could have been Shadows for all he knew. It took a moment for his legs to fumble him around, bolting off the sidewalk and down the street as fast as they could carry him.

He may not have been crippled, but his leg did shoot with pain at the sudden exertion he was giving, reminding him that he had been shot a few months ago. A hiss escaped from his mouth; on top of it that line of pain was going to happen any secon--

...and there it was. Adachi let out a curse as the headache pounded his entire head, like Izanagi was screaming at him to get his shit together. Yes, thank you headgod, but he was trying to do that.

"J-just go away!" he called back behind him as his running slowed. "I'm warning you!"

Edited 2013-03-30 18:13 (UTC)

Adachi made a face, tilting his head. Seriously, kid, did he look anything like someone that would just randomly stab someone? He let out a sigh, shaking his head.

"Just wanna get that cleaned out, okay?" he replied. "I'm going to look for some water to do that. You can use the rest of my cape to wrap it up once we do."

He moved to go to the back to do just that, before he paused, glancing back at the kid.

"...by the way, I really don't want to kill anyone here," he said softly. "Least of a a kid. So chill, okay?"

"The last person who stabbed me said pretty much exactly the same thing," Howard says. "Well, the last person who stabbed me with a knife, at least."

As far as he's concerned, it's all platitudes. But he does relax, just a little bit. He pulls about an inch away from the safety of the wall. "Look - Adachi, right? You're a detective. I'm looking for a girl. She's in trouble."

Adachi let out a sigh at that; it was going to be hard for him to figure out how to bond with some of the people here, and he needed to do just that. What Howard had to say next caught his attention, and he turned at that, concerned.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Howard reaches into his shirt and pulls out a strip of baby blue fabric. Written on it is HELP EPONINE FANTASYLAND in pencil, hard to make out but there.

"I found this on a cat here, tucked in its collar." He wads it up and tosses it over to Adachi so he doesn't have to approach. "Eponine's my friend. Skinny, dark hair, French accent. She'd be wearing, um. I think she'd be wearing an orange dress. She's got, uh, really distinct eyebrows and dark eyelashes."

He may be nursing a slight crush.

"You seen her?"

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Harold. Kid. That's more than a slight crush. Adachi raised an amused eyebrow at that, a smirk threatening the corners of his mouth, but he managed to keep it down.

"Not since we were all at the start," he admitted. "And even then, I can't be sure; I was more worried about getting out before anyone thought to pick off the new guy."

He glanced down at the note the kid passed to him, frowning down at it.

"...you think she's in trouble?"

And it's good he does tamp it down, because Howard's all full of raw teenage hormones and liable to be cranky if called out on his puppy love.

"I don't know. I think so. She would've tried to find me if she wasn't. But that's not her handwriting, so I also think it's a trap."

Of course, that might just be that Howard's a paranoid freak. Which he is.

"But I don't know where to start looking for someone. I usually just run around until I bump into them, but..." He gestures at his leg.

Where was Karis going? The other Dead was suddenly peeling off to do her own thing instead of doing what she was supposed to, which was groan, maybe moan, if she was feeling creative, and lurch in a straight line at the Living guy. Instead she...huh, R didn't know what she was doing. Not going with the program was the easy guess.

He tried not to let himself get distracted.

R responded to the voice yelling back at them with a loud gurgle straight from the gut. For a second there he thought they'd lose the squirrely guy, only he wasn't running as fast as before and as far as he could tell, the man wasn't injured. So what gives? R had no idea. The hunger didn't care. All that mattered was he got some real food in him, stat.

The zombie shuffled, shambled, lurched, and pulled every other trick he knew out of the book to catch up. It wasn't a run. He couldn't make the Olympics if those hadn't been canceled forever. But R couldn't remember the last time, non-Julie related, that he'd hauled so fast: he'd be proud of himself any other day to see the distance closing and closing.

Finally he was close enough to aim a desperate lunge at the guy, dripping black ooze from his mouth.

"It does sound like a trap," Adachi agreed, looking over the note again. "...yeah. This is screaming, 'Come over here so we can kill you horribly'."

He set the note down, before going back to looking for water. If this was some kind of eatery, there should be bottled water around, right? That should be safe... if he could find it.

"She's in Fantasyland, obviously, but that area's pretty big," he continued, ducking behind the counter and poking around. "There's a lot of places people can hide, but if they're looking to draw you out, then they're going to be out in the open. Also, they probably have an advantage there."

He poked his head out from over the counter. "'Ya don't happen to know magic, do you?"

"That's what I thought. But she..." He can't just leave her. He can't abandon his only friend in the Arena. Howard has very few virtues, but he's always been loyal to the people inside his circle.

There doesn't appear to be any bottled water. It must have been removed before the Games. Unfortunately, none of the food here is edible anymore. Howard listens to Adachi's rundown of the situation and has to agree, although he adds in "they can't be too in the open or someone else will find them before me."

"No. Why?" Howard's gotten used to the idea that magic exists, but it still weirds him out more than a little.

Adachi grumbled in annoyance, making a try at the faucets as he nodded in agreement with what Howard had to add. Obviously, whomever was holding his not-girlfriend hostage would be waiting in sight, but not completely, making his entrance when he was sure he had Howard cornered with no where else to go. Maybe he should try to tail the kid; if it was in Fantasyland, Izanagi could protect them both...

"Oh, no reason. Just curious," he replied, the same easy going smiled on his face as always. "You never know, right?"

"No one has their powers here. Unless they do." Howard's eyebrows move in suspicion. He's got a very expressive face. "Are you a magician?"

Adachi laughed at that, giving up on the faucets. So much for water... he wasn't sure what else he could use in this place.

"Nah, I can just do some slight of hand stuff," Adachi admitted. "Nanako-chan really likes it, but not exactly useful here."

Karis let R do the heavy lifting for this bit - that was, the chasing. She was trying to corner the kid. Cut him off. She didn't want food wriggling away into a corner where they couldn't reach. So she circled, trying to cover the angles that she could. It really was a matter of time (she thought). They just needed some time and a little bit of persistence and they'd have him. Then, bam. Dinner.

OK, easier thought then actually done. But still-

She broke into a full out sprint, charging after Adachi as R made his lunge. She wanted to be in at the kill.

Adachi let out a scream that was... definitely less than manly, barely managing to throw himself to the side as the zombie lunged. Now that they were closer, he could see these things, or at least R, and they were definitely messed up. He had been half hoping whatever was up with their faces had just been some bad make up...

He landed roughly on his side, trying to scramble back up to his feet, just as he saw the other one starting to rush toward him. Dammit, dammit, dammit; he didn't want to do this, but he had no weapons and no other means to defend himself.

"I said, back off!" he demanded, as the blue light of his soul suddenly erupted around him, blazing a pattern on the ground that looked like an expressionless mask.

And now the screaming started. Great. Always with the screaming! R winced inside, wishing it wasn't the same song and dance. Ideally he wouldn't want to scoop out the Tribute’s brains with his hands and stuff himself to the gills, but hey, it wasn’t a perfect world. R was seconds away from grabbing at the other Tribute’s shirt when everything exploded in his face.

Blue light suddenly blazed up from the ground, blinding R. The zombie stumbled, missed by a long shot, his eye trying to decide if it wanted to work or call it quits like the other one. He gaped at the light show, dazzled by it because new, shiny things were worth staring at. For a second he forgot all about trying to kill the other Tribute.

"Can you use weapons? Do they train you with guns? I know how to fire a gun." Howard seems to toss that out as an aside, as if it's not weird for a kid his age to know that. "What can you do?"

Adachi held up his hands defensively.

"Whoa, whoa," he began; easy on the questions Howard! Seriously! "Kid, I'm from Japan. They have some pretty strict weapon control laws over there. I'm lucky to have even had my service weapon, not that knowing how to use a gun his useful here."

"Japan doesn't exist anymore on my world," Howard says, waving a hand. "And neither do weapon control laws. Not that any of it matters, since they don't give out guns here. They'd just hate to give little guys like me a chance of defending ourselves."

The color drained out of Adachi's face.

"Japan... doesn't exist...?" he asked softly, his eyes slowly widening as he planted his hands on the counter. Woah... he... he knew that there were other worlds before he came here, that there were similar versions of the same world where one little thing could be different. He also knew that there were other versions of him, of a him that had made the wrong choice. Did Howard come from one of those worlds?

Did he come from a world where this "bad" version of himself won?

Karis halted in mid-stride and skidded to a half, raising a hand to try and block out the light that flooded her vision. What the Hell? Who said anything about magic?

"What the Hell...?"

It took her a moment to recover, but then she bounded after R - at the very least, she couldn't leave him staring. He was like a moth and she felt kinda responsible for the kid.

"Well, it might exist, I don't know. It might not. We kind of don't hear anything from the outside world anymore." Howard shrugs. This doesn't seem to bother him. He's had about a year and a half to adjust to the weirdness of it and on the scale of things, no outside world is one of the smaller concerns of his.

How sad is that? The whole world may or may not exist anymore and that's a minor concern. He shrugs.

Good, they were keeping back, but the problem was he needed to keep going, otherwise all he was doing was creating some pretty bright lights. Adachi let out a grunt, jumping back up to his feet as The Fool Arcana card appeared. Damn, he wished he had his glasses, but this would have to do.

"Persona!"

His hand snapped up, crushing the Arcana card like it was nothing more than glass. The light from the symbol at his feet gathered together, taking the form of a massive warrior with an equally massive sword. Its long, black bancho coat snapped out as the Persona took a fighting stance, the large blade aimed at the two zombies.

"I warned you," Adachi said, his voice cold. "Now, get out of here while you have the chance!"

Adachi fell quiet, staring down at his hands pressed against the counter. What... kind of world was Howard from? Did he want to know? It was a moment before he could do anything, letting a breath escape from him as he pushed himself away from the counter.

"Ah, well... you can only do what you can, right?" he asked, coming from back around the counter. "There isn't any water back there, so only thing we can do is wrap your leg up and hope it doesn't get infected."

He paused, giving Howard a look. "You going to let me do that?"

"What the hell" was the perfect reaction. It was what R would've said if his words hadn't crumpled into a groan as he gaped like an idiot.

Suddenly Karis was at his side, R mistaking that bounding lope of hers as the signal to go shambling head-first into the light. There's another...thing, here, way too big to be human, that long black coat snapping in the wind like a bull-fighter's cape. R was so confused he wasn't sure what he should be attacking first: the little guy with the scent of Living or the big shiny thing with the sword that looks like it meant business.

R thought he'd keep shambling forward and probably get sliced in half by the sword (why would you even make a sword that big? Where did it come from?), except he stopped only a few feet in, paused, and actually looked back at Karis as if he wanted to dump all the responsibility on her ugly head.

Howard nods. He wasn't expecting there would be water here - it's still a bit of a shock to him sometimes, running water. Something he has to remember most civilized places have, when he's been going a long time without. The first time he got to the Capitol he showered for two hours straight.

"No. No, I'm not," Howard says, shaking his head. He thought that that would be obvious. "Look, Detective, I can take care of myself. Even if it don't look like it right now."

After a second, "you believe me, right?"

He needs to not only be able to look after himself, but Eponine too.

Adachi let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'd be stupid not to at this point, kid."

He paused a moment, before pulling off that moronic cape of his. He'd been using it as a pillow at night... he'd just have to find something else later. He balled up what was left of it, tossing it over to Howard so he could wrap his leg up.

"Just don't do anything stupid, okay?"

"Thanks." He starts to rip a strip from the cape.

"Never do," Howard says, even though he knows that's a complete lie. He does stupid things, impulsive things. He trusts the wrong people and acts with his heart when his head screams no. "You neither."

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Sorry for being late.

I'm sorry for being late too. D:

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it's cool!

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