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spira_rp2016-04-16 06:34 pm
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Make my way back home
Their foray into the Vile Peaks had been fruitful and frustrating at the same time. Yylfordt had got the time the day after their encounter with the stupidly overpowered-for-what-it-was Hollow to go and mooch among the old ruins left there. He'd wanted to bring back a lot more than he'd been able to, in the end, partly because of the bulk of things. He'd got some very flat looks when he'd suggested just leaving some people behind so there was more room on the Ragnarok; fortunately, they'd known he was joking.
Or had thought he was, anyway.
They'd brought back what they could, and Even and his scary Aeon level ice powers had gone off to his laboratory, and Nel had gone back to doing whatever she did all day, and Yylfordt, Apache, Tayuya, Kadaj, and Grimmjow had been left to their usual devices again.
They'd got bored after two days, and Yylfordt had got round to wiring up their coffee machine. He'd been tempted to just steal it and wire it up in his workshop and then lord it over Szayel that he had one, but he hadn't wanted to annoy Apache and Grimmjow any more than he usually did by existing, so he was working on connecting in to the Palace's electrics, and running a cable to the Sunhouse.
Which was about when he'd decided he could really do with some more insulated wire, and connector pins, and another socket adapter wouldn't go amiss, really. He had things, of course, he was Al Bhed, he'd never not have things. But that was why he needed more things, because if he used these things then he'd be running low, and something about machina and the associated gidgets and gadgets brought out the hoarder in him. He could never allow himself to get down to his last thing, because then what if he needed to use that, and ended up with no things?
He'd got some funny looks when he'd tried to explain his reasoning for wanting to trip into Rabanastre, just to pick up some basics, even though he already had the basics. It was only Rabanastre, and it would only be a day. They'd proven they could go out and come back without getting in trouble. Anyway Nel had apparently told Aizen she'd been impressed with Grimmjow's leadership ability while she was out with them.
They'd been allowed to go to Rabanastre. It was only a short hop of a journey, a shorter hop than Nel usually made to get groceries, which was probably some of the reason they'd been allowed to make it. The Arrancar overall were being given that little bit more freedom, one outing at a time.
The girls had come, because Tayuya and Apache jumped at any chance to get out. Yylfordt had, if he was honest, taken a bit of pride in showing Apache around the Al Bhed quarter. Then he'd burned with jealousy when he'd seen Kadaj give an absently friendly wave to a cute Al Bhed girl in folded down dungarees and a bra, working in the Rockbell repair shop, and getting it returned cheerily. He'd been even more jealous when Kadaj, after being asked, had said simply that she was Winry, which caused a minor meltdown on Yylfordt's part.
He'd not been allowed to backtrack and talk to her, though, as much as he'd wanted to. Kadaj had refused to take him back and introduce him, too, on the grounds that they weren't here for long enough for Yylfordt to fanboy the Rockbells.
"Bro, can't we just--?" He asked again, as they were leaving. The intention was to get something to eat, but Rabanastre Al Bhed food was a little too authentic for some. You had to go to the peripheries if you wanted something everyone found palatable, funny as it would be to try and get Kadaj or Apache to try Desert Oysters.
Or had thought he was, anyway.
They'd brought back what they could, and Even and his scary Aeon level ice powers had gone off to his laboratory, and Nel had gone back to doing whatever she did all day, and Yylfordt, Apache, Tayuya, Kadaj, and Grimmjow had been left to their usual devices again.
They'd got bored after two days, and Yylfordt had got round to wiring up their coffee machine. He'd been tempted to just steal it and wire it up in his workshop and then lord it over Szayel that he had one, but he hadn't wanted to annoy Apache and Grimmjow any more than he usually did by existing, so he was working on connecting in to the Palace's electrics, and running a cable to the Sunhouse.
Which was about when he'd decided he could really do with some more insulated wire, and connector pins, and another socket adapter wouldn't go amiss, really. He had things, of course, he was Al Bhed, he'd never not have things. But that was why he needed more things, because if he used these things then he'd be running low, and something about machina and the associated gidgets and gadgets brought out the hoarder in him. He could never allow himself to get down to his last thing, because then what if he needed to use that, and ended up with no things?
He'd got some funny looks when he'd tried to explain his reasoning for wanting to trip into Rabanastre, just to pick up some basics, even though he already had the basics. It was only Rabanastre, and it would only be a day. They'd proven they could go out and come back without getting in trouble. Anyway Nel had apparently told Aizen she'd been impressed with Grimmjow's leadership ability while she was out with them.
They'd been allowed to go to Rabanastre. It was only a short hop of a journey, a shorter hop than Nel usually made to get groceries, which was probably some of the reason they'd been allowed to make it. The Arrancar overall were being given that little bit more freedom, one outing at a time.
The girls had come, because Tayuya and Apache jumped at any chance to get out. Yylfordt had, if he was honest, taken a bit of pride in showing Apache around the Al Bhed quarter. Then he'd burned with jealousy when he'd seen Kadaj give an absently friendly wave to a cute Al Bhed girl in folded down dungarees and a bra, working in the Rockbell repair shop, and getting it returned cheerily. He'd been even more jealous when Kadaj, after being asked, had said simply that she was Winry, which caused a minor meltdown on Yylfordt's part.
He'd not been allowed to backtrack and talk to her, though, as much as he'd wanted to. Kadaj had refused to take him back and introduce him, too, on the grounds that they weren't here for long enough for Yylfordt to fanboy the Rockbells.
"Bro, can't we just--?" He asked again, as they were leaving. The intention was to get something to eat, but Rabanastre Al Bhed food was a little too authentic for some. You had to go to the peripheries if you wanted something everyone found palatable, funny as it would be to try and get Kadaj or Apache to try Desert Oysters.
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It was going to be hard to fight them again, should the need arise, he realised. They had more in common than they'd expected.
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"Wha..? Me and Saix?" He asked, staring at her. "No way."
The idea was ridiculous. They were best friends! They'd known each other since they were kids. He wasn't going to casually strike up a relationship with him of all people. That would be way too weird.
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She liked Fang. She'd decided that. She'd come forward and effectively killed Yylfordt's grounds for an argument with an artful mixture of lesbianism and information he hadn't been aware of. He wasn't about to go and call Halibel a slut, because she'd stove his head in, so he could just shut up when it came to her.
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Even Tayuya seemed to be getting on well enough with the Fire Elemental she hated. Well, she was talking and hadn't threatened him with death or mutilation for a while, so she was doing better than he expected. If nothing else, she seemed less grouchy with him at the moment than she did with Even after the trip to the Vile Peaks.
Maybe she was mellowing.
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It was strange to see just how amicable everything could be between the two groups. Fang had done an excellent job at quelling the argument between Apache and the Al Bhed. Lea had already met the little silver haired one, who was significantly more reasonable than Saix recalled.
There was only the unsettled matter of who would win between himself and Grimmjow, but there was always time for that, just so long as their friends were being caught up in it.
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Saix, secretly, had a sense of humour, or thought he did. Lea was much the same. They loved each other very much, and this meant turning each other into the butt of their jokes, but they didn't love each like that.
"Lea," she said, grinning at Tayuya, and taking hod of Lea's arm in two of her hands, "is mine. Saix is his own." Unless Fang got bored, anyway, then Aerith was pretty sure Saix would be hers if she wanted him.
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"You should still be more careful in future," he said, almost lamely, but definitely grumpily. "You didn't know he was the enemy. If he'd known who you were, you could have been in danger."
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He might not have been keen to admit it, but he did enjoy fighting the berserker. It was a fun challenge, evenly matched as they were, and he liked the adrenaline buzz and the lack of certain outcome. It never seemed like either really fought to kill, save for a few occasions, it was just a risky way of letting off steam. It was unlikely to continue after this, however.
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Saix was one of very few who would be able to do that, let alone somebody who would actively wish her harm. The chances of her happening upon somebody who were a risk on both counts was virtually non-existent.
"So drop it. It's done with."
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"Yeah," he said. "Saix is my best friend. It'd be weird, anyway."
He didn't really look at Saix that way. They'd always been best friends and partners in crime, barring that time during Organization XIII where they didn't see eye to eye. It had resulted in negative feelings where negativity wasn't supposed to be possible.
"We've been friends since we were kids," he elaborated, lamely.
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Neither of them would be willing to accept the resounding victory of the other unless it was proven.
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She folded her arms, and snorted. "Well," she said, huffily and still mocking, "he used your chakra last time, so you two must have spent a lot of fucking time together." She shrugged, and gave Lea the once over. If he thought she believed that shit had gone unnoticed, he was an idiot. "Excuse me for assuming you were knocking boots."
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Everyone had wanted to move on and catch the Chocobo Eater they'd originally been after.
She looked at Saix, and then at Lea, and made a thoughtful murmur. They'd had their difficulties, she knew that, but she'd also seen the hints at a deep and enduring friendship between the two. It did kind of make sense that Saix might be able to use whatever of Lea's chakra he'd been exposed to over the years, if that current really did run as deep as Aerith thought it might.
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That felt like a moot point however when she had ended up with someone that could destroy her. Okay, so he hadn't, but he could have, and she might not be so lucky if it happened again.
"You're my Fracción," he grumbled, "I don't want you getting hurt."
Especially when he wasn't there to watch out for her. It had sucked enough in that fight against Kadaj's mark.
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He enjoyed fighting, it was part of who he was, but he didn't like seeing his friends fall on the battlefield for the sake of his petty rivalry.
Something more constructive might be good for the future.
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The accusation wasn't insulting, exactly, but it was plenty weird. He shook his head, thinking it far more likely that Saix would find himself in bed with Fang than him.
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She rolled her eyes and turned from Yylfordt and Fang to the rest of the group. Both groups. It was all well and good that they'd decided against fighting to the death this time, but she was still getting hungry.
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She grinned at Lea. "It's sweet, really, and I bet he'd hate me saying that."
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She had no time for stupid sentimental bullshit like that. And there the berserker was, pretending to be a badass right now, smirking at Grimmjow as if he was in a cocky bastard-off with him. Grimmjow, in her totally unbiased opinion, was winning.
"Quit your dick waving," she shouted at them both, "we're hungry."
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He, if he was honest, felt a bit jealous. That kind of thing happened in plays more than reality, as a sort of spontaneous blood brothers thing. It must be nice, knowing someone would go to the end of the world for you.
"You get grumpier when you're hungry, you know," he told her.
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At least he wasn't permanently in that mode. Szayel had got the short end of that stick.
He moved to look away from Apache, and found himself looking at Fang instead. Mentally, he put her and Halibel together again.
Yep, he'd have to save that one for later.
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Then Tayuya broke the spell, and Saix raised an eyebrow. She put him in mind, he thought, of a particularly uncouth Larxene. Almost as if Larxene and her current beau, the Akatsuki Jashinist, had bred and raised a girl. Tayuya had Larxene's attitude, and Hidan's mouth.
The thought was horrifying.
"Now there's a competition I'd definitely win," he said, quietly, unable to resist. Tayuya had started it.
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He looked over to Saix as Tayuya interrupted them and realised that he was also rather hungry. The thought of food had fallen by the wayside in the face of the fight that didn't pan out.
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Food was a good plan, though. He'd almost forgotten about it.
"C'mon, let's get something to eat," he said, glancing around at his own group before settling on Yylfordt. "And no fucking desert oysters."
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