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w0 friday

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[HELLO FLAYN...

It's probably an accident that he runs into her, honestly. He'll be near the cabins, probably trudging his way back to his own with his head down--he doesn't bump into her, but it's a near thing.]

Ah-- [What was her name...] Flayn-kun?

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Oh—?

[A near miss... luckily, she's paying just enough attention that she dodges at about the same time he does. It's fine.]

Ah... I am sorry. I was not watching where I was going.

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[ARE THEY FINE. Are they really.]

Neither was I. I'm sorry. [SORRYS ALL AROUND. He... isn't the best at comfort, in situations like this, but he looks at her, a little hesitant.]

Are you alright?

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...

[She nods once.]

I... I am uninjured. [She's not hurt. Not physically. Not like Tsurumaru, who - gods, she doesn't want to think about it.] Are you?

w0, saturday

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[That was a lot.

Wherever Yams happens to be, he'll eventually cross paths with Flayn, who looks exhausted. They're all pretty tired after that trial, though.]

...ah... hello, again.

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[THEY SURE ARE... Yasusada wasn't even terribly close to either of them, but Tsurumaru's a sword, and Evan came from the castle... and Yasusada's the only one who can claim both of those things. It's bad! A bad time.

He stops when he sees her, though, and nods to greet her, despite how drained he still looks.]

Flayn-kun... [He stops, then, and looks away.] I'm sorry.

[Tsurumaru isn't here to apologize, so he'll do it.]

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[what]

What are you sorry for...?

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On Tsurumaru-san's behalf. [Since he's a sword, too. They weren't super close, but still.] Because of this... we're trapped here, now.

[Since it apparently kicked off a cycle, whatever that means.]

w3 monday

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[IT'S MEMSHARE TIME


When Flayn spots Yams, she raises a hand to him in greeting - and then immediately regrets it, because suddenly he'll be viewing a memory through her eyes. The memory ends as she's musing over how stubborn the other person is.

(Did I just realize it would be funny to give a sword the memory of her debating a sword's purpose with a swordsman? Yes.)]

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[I HATE THIS SO MUCH

And so does Yasusada, actually?? The memory is. What the heck. WHAT KIND OF A CONVERSATION IS THIS.

Before he can launch into a heated debate, though, Flayn gets this memory! She was spared from tragedy... lucky her.]

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[okay important question, pixi




is he wearing the hairpin right now because if not, that memory was from his point of view, which means flayn has no idea what kashuu put in his hair.]

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[STOP he's not but he probably saw it when Kashuu reached for him??? Honestly though it's funnier if she doesn't know so whatever you want to do. She can at least sense that his bangs don't feel right, because they got LOPPED OFF BY A SWORD THAT WAS WAY TOO CLOSE TO HIS DANG HEAD]

w3, sunday

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[It's cold and snowy, but Flayn is traipsing out to the edge of the forest anyway, a single purple flower in one hand. She isn't expecting to see anyone else out here - so when she spots Yams, she looks startled.]

...Yamatonokami Yasusada?

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[Haha!

It sure is cold and snowy, which probably isn't the best weather for someone injured. Nonetheless, here is Yasusada with his sword unsheathed, going through his drills with such a focused intensity that he looks every inch the weapon that he is. His sword isn't really meant to be used with one hand, but apparently he doesn't care, since that's exactly what he's doing.

He pauses at the sound of his name, blinking back to reality. There's still a fire in his eyes, but it settles when he registers who it is.]

Oh, Flayn-kun. Hello. [He lowers his sword, though he doesn't sheathe it immediately.] What are you doing out here?

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This is near where they found Shinobu, so I...

[she holds up the flower. it's a purple verbena - just one - but it looks freshly-picked.]

I thought I would bring this for her.

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[Oh. At the mention of Shinobu's name, he softens a little bit with sadness.]

...May I come with you?

w4, friday

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[she should do something.

ask questions. investigate. do something for the people they've lost, the people she cares about. something other than just sit there and cry.

but it's hard. eventually, she manages to drag herself away from moping to walk. where? she doesn't know. somewhere. just... somewhere.

she comes across yams in the forest, eventually.]

...Yamatonokami Yasusada?

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[There are, currently, a very small handful of people in this camp that could approach Yasusada without fear. Flayn, fortunately, is one of them. He doesn't seem to notice her presence until she speaks his name; he's sitting against a tree, knees drawn up as best they can be when his broken arm is in the way. He's got his unsheathed sword out beside him, resting on the ground. At the sound of his name, he lifts his head.]

...Flayn-kun.

[His voice is quiet.]

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[He doesn't look like he's doing well. Neither does she. With a small sigh, she crosses to the tree - but instead of sitting directly next to him, she sits on the other side, her back to the trunk.]

I am so sorry.

[It hurts, to lose someone.

(She knows that very well.)]

w4, saturday

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[Wow, yesterday's pc didn't end well.

Anyway, it's much later in the evening before Flayn finally musters up the courage to come and see Yasusada. If she's being honest, she doesn't know what to say to him, or what to ask him, or... anything.

But he could very well end up dying tomorrow. It seems - wrong, to just leave things as they are.

So she enters the isolation cabin quietly, and approaches the jail cell. She's still holding onto Yin Yu's mask, which she repaired at the trial. She doesn't speak, not yet - instead, she's watching him as she tries to figure out what to say.]

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[Ah.

He's... not sure if he's glad she's here or not. No explanation he has to give her will feel right, he knows. He'd react the same way if someone had killed Okita for the reasons he killed Yin Yu--even if he did believe Taako's last-minute explanation, he probably still would have reacted the same way he did today.

But she deserves as much truth as he can give her, now that he's allowed to confess. The sorrow in his eyes is genuine, for whatever it's worth.]

...Flayn-kun.

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[She doesn't like anger.

It never feels right to her. It's sticky and uncomfortable, and it always leaves her feeling unsure of herself. She doesn't like lashing out at others, and fears saying something that she might not be able to take back.

The words tumble out of her mouth before she can stop herself.]

Why? You and Sanji... why did you suspect him?

w6, saturday

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[PIXI I DON'T KNOW WHERE YAMS IS but Flayn is a little restless and wandering around the camp, because wow, they sure don't know what tomorrow is going to be like. Hopefully it will turn out well!

...but hoping hasn't done a lot for them so far.

When she spots him, she pauses, looking a little uncertain.]

Oh— um... good evening.

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[Why count on hope when you've got shitty Italian food! Also every time I open a gmail tag I go "MY LINE BREAKS".

Anyway.

Yasusada's probably walking away from the direction of the Directors' cabins, when she sees him. He has something in his hand--a photograph, if Flayn knows what those are--that he's smiling down at, just faintly. He doesn't seem to be looking where he's going, though he does sense her presence just before she speaks, looking up. His eyes seem a little wet, but he's not crying.]

Flayn-kun.

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[The line breaks are KILLING me Pixi this is so bad.

Flayn's gaze flicks from the photograph (which she doesn't know shit about) to his face, but... although she's curious, it's not really her place to ask what it is, is it? So she doesn't.

Instead, she asks:]

...are you alright?