We're going to stop this somehow. Expel the residuals from this world. Punch that unrecognizable voice in whatever shady face they have. Revive those who have died-- Evan, and Tsurumaru. Send everyone home.
So. . . teams don't matter, because the result will still be the same.
[something flickers in Akira's expression. . . something pained and frustrated. he reaches out to take Chuuya's shoulders in his hands, squeezing tightly]
Don't get ahead of yourself. We're not sure that's how things have to play out. And if it is. . . [a breath] Then we'll figure it out. Okay?
[Chuuya seems a bit more willing to take that answer once Akira answers that last question. Truth or a lie, it doesn't matter. Chuuya can at least think in terms that don't mean juggling everyone's lives between three teams.
He still has to juggle two teams, but that's a bit more manageable.]
I guess, yeah. It's too early to just cooperate with them.
[But with how quickly his mind moves, he's still thinking of that worst case scenario.]
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Do you miss it?
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[and he finds himself thinking back to that memory, his gaze narrowing]
[. . .]
How are you holding up?
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[He's bothered by the implications of the rules, and how they're stuck in this nonsense again.]
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[although like. it was violent enough that Akira thinks it should've bothered anyone who watched it, whether they knew Winter or Evan or not]
The rules changed on us again.
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Yeah, they like to do that, don't they?
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[he says with deceptive lightness, the way his hands curl around his mug belying his nonchalance]
And the whole "team versus team" thing?
Absolute bullshit.
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Dazai and I aren't on the same team.
[That's all he's going to say about that too, since he doesn't know Akira's team.]
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[well shit]
Doesn't matter.
[. . . ?]
We're going to stop this somehow. Expel the residuals from this world. Punch that unrecognizable voice in whatever shady face they have. Revive those who have died-- Evan, and Tsurumaru. Send everyone home.
So. . . teams don't matter, because the result will still be the same.
[he sure does sound confident about that]
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[That's always been his worry. That in order to save everyone, he'll have to kill the people he cares about.]
Just...tell me that you're not on the grey team.
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Don't get ahead of yourself. We're not sure that's how things have to play out. And if it is. . . [a breath] Then we'll figure it out. Okay?
[. . .]
I'm not on the gray team.
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He still has to juggle two teams, but that's a bit more manageable.]
I guess, yeah. It's too early to just cooperate with them.
[But with how quickly his mind moves, he's still thinking of that worst case scenario.]
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[a small exhale, and his grip on Chuuya's shoulders lightens]
How many people have you told about your team?
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[Akira might be able to get it out of him though, he trusts Akira implicitly.]
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Good. There are apparently real consequences for sharing with too many people at once.
But sharing with one or two a week shouldn't trigger them, so. . . you're okay.
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[He won't share his team now, since it will be obvious what team Dazai is on, and Dazai might not like sharing that. But.]
The power I got. It's a one-hit-KO power.
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[Akira hisses distastefully]
What, you touch someone and they die? That's it?
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[jesus christ Chuuya??]
You know you could use that to play dodgeball really well, right?
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[just. rubs his temple]
Anyway. . .
[and here, he hesitates]
I can nullify any power or effects on one person for up to twenty-four hours.
That's why I wasn't paranoid on Friday.
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[Huh. That's handy.]
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[man]
Sure wish I could use it again now because I still think she might try to stab me in the back.
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