poly_chromatic | 11TH FLIGHT ➥ ACCIDENTAL VIDEO/AUDIO.

( the device tumbles out of ikki’s pocket and onto the ground, clattering against the ground as it quietly whirs to life. when the feed starts, it’s all static and fuzz, the audio drowned by the intense volume of ikki’s voice as he yells in fury, but the video clearly captures him standing in the middle of kazu’s bedroom. there’s something in his hands, and it looks something like roller-skates, but not quite. the audio corrects itself just as he shoves them towards kazu, face alight with fury. )

I can’t fucking believe you! Do I really have to give you same fucking talk I gave Akito?!

No trades! We don’t make trades unless there are no other options!

NO! TRADES!

Where did you—damn it, listen for a second! I didn't trade for anything!

( no, there is no listening happening here. he just tucks the skates underneath his arm and gives kazu a hard push. )

No, you listen! You can’t fucking pull shit like this!

( he stumbles away—half a step, before a hand snaps out to knot in ikki's shirt. and shake him, maybe, until his hearing comes back. )

Why would I trade for them? They're supposed to be back home anyway!

Because you’ve seen the state of my current trecks! Why the hell wouldn’t you?! Only you or Akito would be dumb enough to make some stupid trade for them!

( ikki doesn’t take to that lightly, his own hand grabbing onto kazu’s shoulder as he starts shoving him back towards the wall. he’s trying to corner him, to shove him into a place where he can’t get out. )

So, what, you jumped to me? ( startled, he gives ground, but his grip doesn't yield. ) I wouldn't, all right? I haven't made any more deals after the first one!

You’re too likely of a suspect! ( he huffs, and lets go because, ugh, it has to be akito. he’s been mia lately and kazu is too transparent. it probably wasn’t him, plus nothing seemed to be missing from him. he’s got kazu against the wall already, so his eyes immediately flicker towards the window as a means of escape and finding akito to beat the shit out of him. it takes him two seconds to walk over there, jerk it open and throw himself out the window, all furious thoughts and recklessness.

it’s just too bad he hasn’t put on his trecks yet because there’s nothing to keep him from falling. he lets out a loud yelp and then he’s gone and out of sight. )

( on recording goes a noise like an incredibly tragic cross between a choke and a sneeze because what the fuck, ikki. as Kazu sort of. scrambles to the sill. )

Kaaazzzzuuuuu.

( comes the pathetic whine from the wall ledge, one of ikki’s hands holding onto it desperately to keep himself from falling and splattering against the pavement like some sort of suicide jumper. he’s got his trecks cradled protectively between his arm and body, refusing to risk damaging them in even the slightest manner. )

Fuck. Help me up!

( the longest of all silences. kazu reaches out, all the same. )

... this better not be a jinx on the rest of the month.

(( ooc: ikki is royal blue & kazu is firebrick red. also, backdated to the 1st. replies either from kazu, ikki, or a combo of both. ))

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( good instincts, kazu! he'll gladly destroy himself to protect these things. after all, he hasn't even gotten a chance to try them out yet! he wedges a foot against the wall as he lets go to transfer his hand from the ledge and onto to kazu's hand. he's got a death grip on him, incredibly nervous about falling because trecks. he's got trecks in his grasp. )

Shut up! I got 'em!

All right!

( one hand in Ikki's, the other catches hold of his arm and hauls. )

( it's pretty easy to just scale the wall if he's got kazu as an anchor. it's only a short moment before he's kneeling on the threshold, staring down at kazu.

then, you know, a smile. )

Looks you got scared there, wimp!

( his pulse's still ragged with the sudden shot of adrenaline; he smacks Ikki over the back of his head because god damn it. )

Man, shut it. Normally you put your trecks on before you go flying!

Edited (wrong icon. :'() 2012-04-02 08:55 (UTC)

Ouwagh—!!

( you receive (1) hard punch to the shoulder in return! )

Dude! I got caught up in the moment!

What moment, the door was right there!

The hell do I need a door for!

I dunno, the same thing everybody else does?

[ though his eyes slide—he studies the trecks with a bit of a frown. ]

... were they supposed to look like that?

The window's better.

( he frowns in return as he glances down at them. )

Don't say shit. They look perfect and amazing.

That's not what I meant! Just seems kinda weird that you'd suddenly get 'em on a weekend.

My other trecks are still there though.

I know it's not a curse. I know it.

That's what cursed people always say.

That's a fucking lie and you know it.

( he then pushes his trecks into kazu's arms. )

Touch them! They're real!

( suddenly, an armful of trecks?? he holds one up, runs a hand over the shoe, the wheels. )

You didn't wish for 'em or anything?

( he's watching you very intently, just in case you get any funny ideas. )

. . . Kazu.

Answer me, have you seen these before? You don't remember them, right?

( whatever, he's turning each of them over for a routine A-T check. he's not a genius, but if they're fake, he ought to know. )

Not even once. What, do you?

No, they weren't complete before I got here.

. . .

( pause. )

I never asked, what do you remember last from home?

Sumeragi still had the broken cores—she was working on 'em a while ago...

( but that's working through logic more than an answer. )

You remember the ship?

Yeah. I was on it before I got here.

( waiting for his answer. )

So that was it. You were up against Nue, told us to go ahead and clear the way.

( it takes a moment to remember even that much, because—hell, it actually has been months. he offers the Regalia back—a bit gingerly. because if they're real, this is kind of a gamebreaker. what is this timeline. )

( he grabs onto him as soon as kazu starts to offer them back, marginally more comfortable with them in his grasp. but he frowns. )

That's it?

( pause. )

Before I got here, Ringo was tuning me with Kururu's and the other girls' help.

( it was a lot of nudity. )

Wh—

( NEW SIDE-EYE TO THAT REGALIA. )

How many Tuners did you need?

All of them. Kururu couldn't do it, she was attached to this machine to keep everything from collapsing too soon, and Ringo's not a tuner. Some of the other girls offered to do it, even Hako started tearing off her clothes—

( he's still not sure how he feels about that. he's seen this girl naked or nearly naked a hell of a lot, but. she's still concerning. )

—But if this was going to be done like that, then it had to be by Ringo. She's still not a tuner, so the other girls helped!

You know, so we were starting in front of them naked.

( ...

...

. . . )

You sure you remembered it like that yesterday?

You don't forget a bunch of girls looking at your junk, beanpole!

. . .

Or you know, kissing Ringo.

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