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[ ...meanwhile, at least someone's found what's at the end of his rainbow: a reasonably shady, never innocuous bridge.

Also, a Messiah delivery package.

Enjoy the sigh of an excessively merrily waving Rosiel and his strangling army of lace frills and fur accessories. En... joy. ]

You're late, you're late, I have no clock and no rabbit, but we'll find you a rabbit hole, you're late.

I'm late?! You're the one that's supposed to be coming to me, not the other way around. You're late!

[He stands a bit behind Setsuna, leaning against the wall, cold eyes watching Rosiel. But true to what has been agreed on, against his will, he's not standing between them. Yet.]

[You can't have one chaperon without the other. So here, then, would be Katan, watching the proceedings, attending, still playing lieutenant even here... Well... Some things don't change.]

The powerful and the godly give the time, everyone else adheres to it. You're late. Isn't he late, Katan? Of course he's late.

[ ...yes, the illustrious coat hanger will resume his main duty of standing very, very still while one of his arms is clung to. He hides his face in Katan's arm for a moment, as if staring Setsuna in the eye while talking to him makes him ever-so-shy. ]

But I forgive you, you have her eyes today. You're beautiful. You're absolutely beautiful. I could scry your fortune on your cheek with the claws of my hand, you're that beautiful.

[ And maybe some of that is said with his glance carefully affixed on precious, precious Kira. Not, of course, that he'd be that petty. Oh, no. A simple accident, as they come. ]

...my flowers?

Her eyes? No. I've got my own. Creep!

[Frowns and turns back to Kira.] THIS is what you wanted flowers for? You worry me sometimes.

[And then he turns a smile on Katan, after looking a little surprised earlier when he showed up. NOW he gets closer to them, and Rosiel hanging on him or not, Setsuna reaches out to Katan's other arm, needing to touch. Prove he's solid. It helps after seeing so many people die, okay?]

And how are you doing, huh? I'm glad you could join us, even if it's gonna be awkward and short. [Here he looks at Rosiel, then back at Kira, making it clear he means them to behave themselves.] And TOTALLY UNEVENTFUL.

[Have a shrug. You worry him all the time.]

Here you go.

[He considers stepping forward, but he's been told to stay back, so he follows that to the letter, given it means he can be difficult, and throws the bouquet to him. It's frilly, as specified.]

Goes with your coat.

[And what is Setuna even doing there. With Katan. What. Kira frowns and ignores the warning look.]

[He is...puzzled at the very least by this display. Baser instinct tells him to shrug away from that touch, but that would be too revealing (for lack of a better word). And right now he's very aware that he's in the middle--quite literally--of a rather dangerous situation. In such a situation, the less reaction the better. He will prove he isn't bothered (he isn't) nor unsettled (he is) nor feeling some kind of sympathy or support (is too). Nothing.

He stands still, with Rosiel clinging to one of his arms and Setsuna reaching for the other.]

I'm fine.

[It is a statement of fact.]

I am here at the service of Lord Rosiel.

[Also a fact. He's here to serve, but also to maintain a balance of power. They each need their parallels, after all. He's not here to bargain to play.]

[ Flowers. Ugly, disgusting, despicable flowers. Excellent.

He peels away from Katan abruptly, coming to one knee to rescue the bouquet moments before it meets the ground. ]

Take better care of beautiful things that can grow from dirt, you utter devil. They have a talent for beauty.

[ A sharp nail digs into a chrysanthemum's petals, the flower picked, then thrown back at the two - what are they, well, now. Reunited lovers? Tch. ]

...Setsuna Mudou. Once you've done with - slobbering over my subordinate, I expect you'll want to hear my terms. They exist, as often is the wont of contracts that hardly benefit you. The first being -

[ His glance raises to Kira before him, because of course negotiations are for Setsuna to approve, and of course he has to take pleasure from seeing all seven blades so preciously helpless. ]

That I mean to see you once every ten days. Elsewise - well. I hesitate to say an entire City will be held hostage, but do assume the sentiment.

[Katan's actions, or lack of, don't faze Setsuna. His smile is soft for that second it's on him.] I'm glad you're here for that. [He knows Katan or Kira, or even Rosiel, won't understand a bit of that, but it's out of his mouth anyway, because it really means that much to him Katan's alive. And the touch helps him calm. Solid. Real. Just as solid as Kira. And Setsuna means to keep it that way, this time.]

[Setsuna's humor stays as he gives Rosiel a bewildered look.]

That's not slobbering. The only reason I didn't give Katan [he's better than some subordinate, dammit] a hug was 'cause I don't think he's ready for that. [Grin up at Katan, because he's teasing. Mostly....]

[Then Rosiel gives his terms, and Setsuna turns, pulling away from Katan to see Rosiel's focus, and he goes cold. Oh, fuck no!]

You know, threatening just might fuck all of this up. I'll agree to see you every ten days if you take my word and don't threaten like that. I'm getting sick of it. [Also, walking between Rosiel and Kira again.]

[Kira didn't like Setsuna standing between him and Rosiel, even less than he liked that Setsuna obviously knew something about Katan that he didn't. Knowing less than Setsuna was just unsettling.

He stepped forward, away from the wall, closer to the others. He should have called his katana out already, every moment could count later.

Kira walked closer, then, the hell with it, stepped right behind Setsuna and wrapped an arm around him. If Setsuna wouldn't allow him to stand between them physically like he wanted to, he could still stand between them with his actions.

His eyes were cold as he looked at Rosiel, face unchanging.]

[There were things that Setsuna said before, suggestions of what may yet be to come and, though he recalls them, he doubts them--or he questions them, at least. The things themselves are immaterial. He has considered them and will persist as he intends.

Even now, with Kira stepping away from the wall, with cold eyes and clear intentions, Katan will hold his ground. This is all a lot of posturing and growling, clearly. Everyone, trying to outdo everyone else without an actual fight. It's familiar enough, the maneuvering. He has nothing more to say and will only be ready if the need arise]

[ooc: Katan's not going to be doing too much here unless he's specifically needed, so feel free to skip me in the cycle here unless Katan is really, really needed.]

[ Oh, Kira Sakuya, but you'll rue that embrace.

He comes up slowly, surely, with entirely too much care for the lace pieces already trailing down from his coat. An annoyance. This entire - spectacle quickly turning to an annoyance. ]

Then harden your stomach, Messiah. Bread helps, I hear. Wine. Vinegar.

[ He smooths away the wrinkles of his clothing with one hand, minds the flowers carefully with the other. How pretty he'd made himself and for what? For this? Hah. ]

As far as our arrangement goes, you're only above blackmail when you're beneath suspicion, Messiah. The threat stays. Bring your dog, if you must, but bring him every ten days without fail.

[When he feels Kira's arms around him, Setsuna looks stunned, then he turns to Kira, and back to Rosiel, feeling frustrated. Unconsciously, however, he lifts one hand to touch one of Kira's arms, always touching. It's nearly an automatic response anymore.]

And, dammit! That didn't go too well.]

Fine. Every ten days. [Because the idea of anyone getting hurt just because he was stubborn...he can't deal with that.] But I think Kira might stay at home. [Setsuna looks at him from the corner of his eye, frowning some.]

[Kira doesn't even notice Setsuna looking at him, eyes focused on Rosiel. But he does note the hand touching his arm and it makes him tighten his embrace just a bit.]

We'll be there.

[Seriously, if getting reborn a couple of times didn't do it, Setsuna expected that a look and a suggestion will get rid of him?]

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

[ ...the Messiah and his kept dog already in a potential conflict of interests? Interesting. Very... very... interesting.

A thin smile. ]

Didn't you hear? The world's ending.

[ And both his hands come up in a mimicry of defense - ]

And I had nothing to do with it.

[Well, dammit. So Kira wasn't going to listen, and Setsuna didn't quite have the heart to try to argue further with him on it. It scared him, but having Kira so close again...he just couldn't. He needed help anyway, right? Best not to jump into everything head first, alone, again. That proved stupid before. He would just have to be careful with Rosiel and keep an eye on Kira.]

I know you didn't do it, but the world's not gonna end. You'll see.

Anyway, we've reached an agreement. Every ten days. I'll be there. You name the place.

[They could argue later, no reason to show any discontent in front of Rosiel. Not that he hadn't latched onto it like a leech already anyway.

Kira wouldn't have Rosiel name the place. Kira wouldn't have Rosiel name much of anything or anyone, but unfortunately it was too late to take back now. And it wasn't his turn to speak.]

I'll see the place and the hour and perhaps, why, even clothing sent to you the eve before.

[ His head tilts slowly, eyes narrowing. ]

But you dress your pet and you keep him on his leash. And you feed him from your hand, because if he strays, Messiah. I make you no promises.

[If asked, Setsuna would have confessed he left time and place to Rosiel so he wouldn't have to focus on it, and because he was sure Rosiel would keep track of the days better than he would. Better to use it as a reminder, rather than get so lost in his desire to get out he forgot about it entirely.

As for Rosiel's words on Kira, Setsuna put both his hands on Kira's arm and held it tightly, consciously, now. Kira could go with, he could do whatever he wanted, as long as he stayed alive.]

I'll wear whatever the Hell I want, and Kira can make himself behave. You don't need to worry about that.

[He might get asked later, because Kira definitely wants to ensure nothing is ever left to Rosiel again, if he has any way to keep it so.

Kira smiles when Setsuna's hands are on his arm and he leans his head against Setsuna's as he looks at Rosiel.]

Yes. We will do whatever the Hell we want.

[ Ah, the bitter aftertaste of negotiations that favour him in outcome, but not in their intent. He should, he imagines, show a bit more diplomacy. Offer a smile. Wish them both well.

Teeth gritted, he can't. ]

Hell rots, you fool. Not that you've long had the eyes to so see.

[ He starts walking away with something of with a stomp - before turning back abruptly, forced laughter and a friendly wave in place. ]

Fare thee well, Messiah. And jester.

[ ...and back to walking. ]

They're cursed, little cherub.

[So is he. But with intensified senses that turn the rainbow's shades ~~trippy~~ surreal. He's torn between gawking at it, and repeatedly rubbing his eyes. THE COLORS, MAN. THE COLORS.]

You're gonna call me little no matter what, aren't you?

And, yeah, I know they're cursed, but.... It's just bizarre! And what happens when they find what they're looking for? Is it gonna be bad?

'Bad'?

Most likely. But it's hardly our concern, is it?

[Behold: Karl Fei-Ong. Role-model extraordinaire.]

It IS my concern, even if it's not yours. I don't want anything happening to any of them.

~Such a perfect angel.

[DON'T EXPLAIN THE ~~BAD~~ JOKE.]

You know. If you're concerned, there's one thing you could do.

[Prepare for awful advice B|]

[Glare. That sounds like sarcasm, to him.]

And what's that? Not that I'll actually take your advice.

Get a weapon. Blunt. Heavy. Preferably metal.

Then you can knock them out. All it takes is one good swing.

[He demonstrates with a big smile.]

That will solve your problem.

I think I'll just save that suggestion for the ones that annoy me.

[Oh, he's looking at you.]

[HEY, MAN! I'M JUST BEING HELPFUL. ~~NOT~~.]

Hmph.

They're all annoying. In one way, or another...

Maybe, but they haven't gotten on my nerves yet.

[Well, they piss him off, do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing, and he probably will be putting that into practice.]

There's no stopping them. Don't bother.

No way! I'm not going to just give up on them! Is that how you handle everything?

No.

Good, because that would SUCK if you did.

How can you afford to be so damn cold?

The same way you can afford to be intrusive without even being provoked.

Heh...I think I'll settle for that as an answer. Still think you're an ass, though.

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