poly_chromatic | intro. accidental video.

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angel sanctuary - yue katou

intro. accidental video.

[ All that can be seen as the feed begins is the raging winter sky—courtesy of today’s blizzard. Quite obviously the video option has been activated upon being dropped but any auditory indication of who the device belongs to will be overshadowed by the fierce wind howling in the background and the thickness of the snow it is lying in. However, after a moment or so of this the image flickers and is panned upwards as the communicator is lifted, albeit shakily, and a face comes into view, blurred and barely distinguishable behind the snow and moisture on the lens.

The face coughs, a trickle of blood running down from the corner of its mouth before a shaking, semi frozen hand reaches up to wipe it away. Then—whether it’s Katou’s choice or as accidental as the initial recording—the video feed is terminated. ]

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[Katou.

He recognizes him even with the blurred recording. There isn't much he knows, apart from Katou being gone for good - or worse - by the point in time Setsuna is from and the strong suspicion that he - Lucifer - had killed him.

Looks as if Katou isn't that far off from that point, either just before or after. How to greet your dying/dead friend that you probably killed yourself?]

Katou-chan.

Have you tried going inside?

[ That voice … ]

like i need your advice

[Waiting a couple of minutes before replying.]

inside yet?

[ Sorry, Kira. He has enough on his plate right now without this one to puzzle out. Count your message ignored. FOR NOW. ]

told ya

[Because Setsuna doesn't even bother with the device when he sees a remotely familiar face. He knows that person, stuck in the snow. And it's not the first time he's rushed out into bad weather for someone.]

[He's going to approach anyone stuck out there. And hope it's who he thinks it is.]

[ Setsuna will find him pretty far up the main street, down an alley and hopelessly lost. While arriving here was disorienting enough withOUT all the snow, he was badly off at best before he even got here and adding almost freezing to death in nothing but a leather jacket and jeans has not helped him get his bearings at all. So yeah, he’ll be trudging his way forward with his arms crossed tightly against the wind that’s partially to blame for his stumbling and hitting a wall every ten steps or so. His energy is kinda burning out here :| ]

[When Setsuna sees the figure trudging along, he has to get closer, but when he's finally certain, he doesn't hesitate before rushing to Katou's side. It's both a hug and an attempt to hold him up, seeing as Katou's obviously not having an easy time of it.]

Katou! We need to get you inside, now. [Now isn't the time for a bunch of questions, like 'What's the last thing you remember?', and 'How's your arm?', those will have to wait.]

[ Katou would definitely have fallen from the impact if it hadn’t been for Setsuna’s arms wrapped around him but the sudden hug makes him jerk violently, electricity rocketing up his spine—it could have been anyone! Plus his nerves are kind of on end what with his senses so deprived from fatigue and the raging blizzard. He tries desperately to look over his shoulder but relaxes only slightly when he finally recognizes who’s latched onto him. Typical. ]

What the f—oi, Mudou! About fuckin’ time too!

[ He hastily reaches up to wipe the last traces of blood from his lips. This has been tough on him but like hell does he need Setsuna worrying. ] Let go of me, dammit!

[Ice and wind hitting into them, Setsuna still shakes his head.]

Hell no! You obviously need help, so deal with it.

Besides, where were you gonna go?

[ He pauses, considering this. Yup, might as well give up. ]

… yeah, y’got me. Just get me outta this friggin’ cold!

Thought so.

I can at least take you home. We've got soup, and hot chocolate. Warm you right up.

[And take care of whatever else is going on. He remembers blood, but it's hard to see clearly in the storm.] Get you patched up, too. Out of this crap.

[ Home? What the fuck is he talking about? Freezing in his tracks, Katou twists his head back to find your face, brow furrowed. Something isn’t adding up. Sure, Setsuna has been one to make weird assumptions at times but their shuttle has never occurred to anyone as ‘home’ before. This stinks of stuff being kept from him and he doesn’t like it. ]

Oi. What’re you drivin’ at here?

What do you mean?

I'm talking about the place I stay at here. S'not as good as back home in Tokyo, but it's got its pluses. [He gives Katou a light squeeze. One of those pluses is people he thought dead, and getting to see them again.]