ｆｉｆｔｈ。 ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ。

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[ ... It's strange. When Ange comes back from the mission she went on to get Battler's departure of her mind, she decides to visit her mother first, just quickly - just to make sure she's okay now, although she doesn't doubt it, Kyrie's pretty strong, after all.. but instead the house just seems really quiet, and no matter where she looks in it, it's like there's nobody there. She can already guess what it means, which is why she soundlessly drops on the floor with a near empty-looking expression as she opens the journal and tries to contact her mother that way. ... Still.. nothing.

No way. No way-- first Battler left, and now her mother did too, and neither times was she even allowed to say goodbye? Silently she shakes her head to herself, but instead Ange notices that she's already start crying. It's unfair, too unfair-- losing her family at the start of October twice by now..

It takes a long time before she even stops crying. But even then she doesn't move from where she's sitting, she completely lacks the power and will to do so. She doesn't even feel like going home anymore, even if that's only right next door to the house she's in right now. She just...
... After what seems like an eternity it still takes way too much effort to make herself open the journal, writing in it with shaky fingers, the words empty and meaningless. ]

For those that hadn't noticed yet, Battler Ushiromiya left Luceti a little while ago.

As of this morning, Kyrie Ushiromiya is gone as well.

( ooc: i'll be slow on tags since i have quite the backlog, so please bear with me! )

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[fierybluebird]

[In almost no time there's a blue phoenix swooping down and landing next to her. Without even thinking, Marco just leans a blue wing protectively over her as though trying to block out all the bad things in the world.]

[He doesn't want to offer her condolences that won't help, and he could ask if she'll see them back in her world... but he has the feeling she wouldn't be this upset if she would. And from their earlier conversations, he can piece together enough hints that the reason they both agree on family dying and leaving is because they aren't there anymore. No, if anything, not thinking directly about it is the best he can offer her right now. To give her time to be able to handle it a little more slowly. At least her boyfriend is still here, though Marco can also understand why she wouldn't want to run on him. He's the same way really.]

At least your red hair makes you easy to spot, eh? [Red hair he's currently hiding from the world under a blue wing. But whatever. Offering any kind of different topic than the missing family seems to be a good start, however weak it is.]

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[ She doesn't say anything about the wing - Ange wouldn't find it weird either way, so she just remains quiet when he sits down next to her like that. Maybe she's a little grateful for it though, that could be exactly why she isn't protesting or anything. After all.. ]

It'd be fine if it didn't. I wouldn't mind disappearing for a while. [ And the wing helps with exactly that for now. So Keiichi won't immediately come running over and find her or something. Her tone isn't deadpan though, it's more.. devoid of any emotion whatsoever, and it's very tense, as if she's trying to keep it stable even now but she's already failing with the way it faintly shakes. ]

[fierybluebird]

Aye.

Right after my Pops died, that's how I felt. Only, I couldn't let myself do that because everyone was counting on me to keep them safe, eh? [To come up with the next big plan, to know where they should go, how to get there, and to step up into shoes forty times too big.]

For now, it's okay to hide a little, I think. The world can shove off a little longer and give you some space.

And if the world disagrees with me, I'll kick it in the face and make it change its mind. [This is obviously how you deal with stress: hiding and kicking amorphous ideals, okay.]

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[ Ange leans her arms on her drawn up knees, and then moves her head down to bury it against said arms - as if she's hiding only more, really. That's how she listens to him, but a bit after she does bother to speak up, even if it's a mumble like this. ]

It didn't particularly need me last time, so I don't think there will be a need for much kicking.

[fierybluebird]

I'll kick it anyway, just for being a pain then.

[Which is Marco's solution to many things, really.]

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[ Normally Ange would agree with this situation either way, okay. If she wasn't busy being depressed and all. ]

.. I wish it was that easy.

[fierybluebird]

Don't count me out, eh? I've kicked stranger things. Did you know it's possible to kick light in the face?

And also the moon.

[To be fair... he has done both these things.]

[repudiate]

Why would you kick those things?

[ Mundane conversation - just try to carry that on, Ange. It makes it feel less like something's wrong, right? Maybe just for a moment she can forget that half her world just crumbled away underneath her feet..

She's still hiding her face against her knees though. ]

[fierybluebird]

I kicked light for coming between me and my family.

The moon was just for fun when it was going to crush us here. I figured that was pretty much a once in a lifetime opportunity there.

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.. Ah. [ The answer sounds a little lifeless, but apparently she's at least regaining her capability to have a normal conversation going on, as lifeless as it is. ]

I remember that.. last Halloween, right? It kept coming closer..

[fierybluebird]

Aye, that was when.

Were you among those in the bunker then?

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No, back then, I.. I was.. different. [ Even if she's regressed to that a little now, huh? But that's supposed to only be temporary - or at least, she thinks so, she doesn't plan on staying like this if she can help it.. ]

I didn't have the will to live either way, so I didn't feel the need to hide away when it came closer. I thought I should at least face it.

[fierybluebird]

You shouldn't give up on living Ange. [He has a lot more thoughts on that, but for now he saves it to make sure she doesn't go back to that thinking.]

But I understand the desire to face it. Hiding just never was my style either.

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[ It's okay, she's mostly abandoned it by now. She has her boyfriend, after all, no way she could leave him behind. And her friends too.. ]

The next morning I got a present for my bravery in the form of my boyfriend sleeping on my couch. .. Well, he wasn't my boyfriend back then, but.. [ a small and weak shrug. ] It was a funny coincidence.

[fierybluebird]

Maybe it was a good sign, eh?

[Runs a hand through his hair.] When my Pops died, when my brother died, the last thing my Pops was saying was that Ace's will would carry on in the form of someone stepping up to challenge the government, to challenge the world.

[A small grin.] It's not a boyfriend, but it was a strange sort of hope, if you will.

Nothing and no one can take their place, but sometimes the things they wanted for the future carry on anyway. [Unspoken, but heavily implied: "Like you finding happiness."]

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...

You say strangely deep things every once in a while. [ But there's a very faint smile on her face, she means it well, really, it's just her usual deadpan covering up the gratitude she feels behind it. Her eyes are even very faintly watery, even if no tears fall. ]

[fierybluebird]

It's because I'm always thinking them, but behind this pineapple face and all the sparkles, no one can tell.

[No worries Ange, Marco obviously understands this deadpan thing, as despite his obviously joking words right back, he's also completely deadpan. And you know sparkling. For the added lulz.]

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Your face doesn't look that much like a pineapple.

[ Ange, please, that's just since you lack imagination.. anyone else would see it. ]

[fierybluebird]

You're too kind.

[He's grinning either way though, because she might be the only one who doesn't see it, but he still appreciates that yo.]

[repudiate]

.. Ah, I guess it makes sense. If telling the truth is kind nowadays, then it makes sense for there to be both very few honest people and very few kind people. [ just deadpan-tsunning her way out of accepting a compliment, okay.. ]

[fierybluebird]

[A quiet laugh.] I'm not sure how many would agree with you, but aye, let's go with "it's the rarity that makes it so nice," eh?