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[Sion and Akiha are....shopping. For food. Kohaku and Hisui were left at the mansion for whatever reason but this is SION/AKIHA time.
Sion, working on a budget, tries to grab for a cheap thing but a niggling feeling in the back of her mind says that Akiha will probably not approve. That doesn't stop her from trying to put the cheap canned tuna into her shopping basket.]
Sion, working on a budget, tries to grab for a cheap thing but a niggling feeling in the back of her mind says that Akiha will probably not approve. That doesn't stop her from trying to put the cheap canned tuna into her shopping basket.]
[Excuse you, Sion. What the hell do you think you're doing? When shopping with the Tohno credit card, there is no such thing as canned tuna.
Akiha goes still as she turns to put some fresh vegetables into the basket (because of course Sion is carrying that).]
...what is that?
Akiha goes still as she turns to put some fresh vegetables into the basket (because of course Sion is carrying that).]
...what is that?
Canned tuna. Often put on crackers which makes for a tasty, yet cheap snack.
[She looks at Akiha like she has lost her mind. Of course it's canned tuna. It says so on the packaging.]
[She looks at Akiha like she has lost her mind. Of course it's canned tuna. It says so on the packaging.]
[That's implying Akiha has ever seen canned tuna in person before. She didn't feel like picking it up to read the label.]
And what is it doing in the basket? You don't expect me to eat something of such poor quality, do you?
And what is it doing in the basket? You don't expect me to eat something of such poor quality, do you?
Of course not. I presume Kohaku would not use such ingredients for your high tastes. However, even though I am staying in your basement, I would prefer to feed myself, hence why this is in the basket.
[She drops it in the basket pointedly.]
[She drops it in the basket pointedly.]
[Okay, NOW Akiha is willing to touch it, grabbing the can out of the basket.]
You will not. As my guest, you are welcome to any and all of the meals Kohaku makes. There is absolutely no need for such paltry things.
[PUTS IT BACK ON THE SHELF.]
You will not. As my guest, you are welcome to any and all of the meals Kohaku makes. There is absolutely no need for such paltry things.
[PUTS IT BACK ON THE SHELF.]
I am capable of paying for myself and not being what is termed a 'mooch'.
[Grabbing another can of the tuna.]
[Grabbing another can of the tuna.]
I have no idea what that word means, but whatever it is, you're not it.
[Putting that can back!]
[Putting that can back!]
It means using the money of others while being able to generate money of your own.
[Grabbing another!!]
[Grabbing another!!]
You are not using my money, Sion; I am offering it. And as my guest, it is my duty as host to provide for you.
[Grabbing that can and semi-slamming it back on the shelf. Do not touch another one, alchemist.]
[Grabbing that can and semi-slamming it back on the shelf. Do not touch another one, alchemist.]
[Sion looks a little surprised but then looks down, a bit embarrassed by Akiha's forcefulness.]
[Akiha accepts that as Sion admitting defeat.]
Good. Now that you understand that, let's continue with the list Kohaku gave us. If we finish without any further incidents, we will have some time to relax before dinner.
Good. Now that you understand that, let's continue with the list Kohaku gave us. If we finish without any further incidents, we will have some time to relax before dinner.
[She lifts her head up to look Akiha in the eyes, even though her face is red.]
Thank you. I....I mean it.
Thank you. I....I mean it.
I know.
[Akiha brushes her fingers against Sion's arm briefly.]
So please quit arguing with me over something as insignificant as money. I have plenty of it and if I wish to spend it on you, I will spend it on you.
[Akiha brushes her fingers against Sion's arm briefly.]
So please quit arguing with me over something as insignificant as money. I have plenty of it and if I wish to spend it on you, I will spend it on you.
[The rest of this store visit goes by fairly quickly as Sion is absolutely quiet. She's not certain as to why Akiha would say such a thing but it pleases her beyond belief. Enough so that she spends all her time thinking on why it feels so good to have Akiha saying that she would do such things for her.]
[Sion being silent means Akiha didn't have to argue with her over anything. So, the list is finished, the Tohno Gold Card is brandished and her driver picks them up to return to the Mansion.
Akiha looks out the window as they go, wishing they didn't have anything refrigerated so they could--
She calls to the driver, instructing him to take the groceries back to the mansion after dropping her and Sion off at the park. They would walk back and be there for dinner.]
Akiha looks out the window as they go, wishing they didn't have anything refrigerated so they could--
She calls to the driver, instructing him to take the groceries back to the mansion after dropping her and Sion off at the park. They would walk back and be there for dinner.]
[Sion gets out of the car obediently but looks rather confused.]
What are we doing here?
What are we doing here?
I didn't feel like going back to the mansion yet. Do you mind walking?
["The Director is bound to catch on if you keep insisting like that, Ciel."
That's what Merem told her with his usual angelic smile before he was treated to her version of the bird, but attitude problems with her co-worker set aside, she's well aware that as per usual, Crown DOES have a point. It just so happens that the Director owed her after the Einnashe incident. A report HAD to be made for poor Eins' death, and with her usual tampering, pushing the points that Ciel is well aware she well possesses, and abusing her authority and privileges like it's in the habit of any Agent, she walked away with a favor under her arms.
Which is why she's moseying about the Bavarian Alps right now, in Southern Germany. She last stopped at Berchtesgaden 2 days ago, now finding herself deep within the Obersalzberg retreat. ...Geez. It just had to be a morbid place like that, huh? She can't say to be surprised, though. There are flashy places around here like that big hotel, but the ruins deeper in would make for a good retreat for anyone who's looking to dodge society. Contact to the last team sent here was lost on their way to Berghof, so around there is where she's currently loitering at. Checking in with the population in Berchtesgaden revealed nothing particularly alarming, but she probably SHOULD exert some form of caution anyway. Dead Apostles always fancied Germany, but with a supposingly "far more imposing and lethal threat" lurking in these mountains of late, or so reports say, even the "most elite of task forces are advised to exercise the highest form of caution while traveling".
Well alright, then.
After a quick survey of the surroundings through some tree-hopping, Ciel finally settles for a relatively open clearing. She could be sniped from roughly 27 spots from where she stood, but she's not too worried. There was no report of long-range weaponry ever used by this ~mysterious killing force~, no smoke or bullets were ever left behind at places where they're reputed to have been.
So.
She stretches a hand towards the sky. A circle spreads out from under her feet. Her lips move, and within seconds, an arc of light is formed perpendicular to her arm. The bolt's target? The moon. Within seconds, a ray of light is shot upwards. It pierces through the thick cloud that obscured the starry sky, not unlike a reversed shooting star.
Are you watching the moon right now?
It'd be more work if she needs to do the WHOLE tracking, but if this can draw the 'true' targets out...
Hm, either way. That done, she'll hop back into a nearby tree and wait a bit. The night's still young, after all.]
That's what Merem told her with his usual angelic smile before he was treated to her version of the bird, but attitude problems with her co-worker set aside, she's well aware that as per usual, Crown DOES have a point. It just so happens that the Director owed her after the Einnashe incident. A report HAD to be made for poor Eins' death, and with her usual tampering, pushing the points that Ciel is well aware she well possesses, and abusing her authority and privileges like it's in the habit of any Agent, she walked away with a favor under her arms.
Which is why she's moseying about the Bavarian Alps right now, in Southern Germany. She last stopped at Berchtesgaden 2 days ago, now finding herself deep within the Obersalzberg retreat. ...Geez. It just had to be a morbid place like that, huh? She can't say to be surprised, though. There are flashy places around here like that big hotel, but the ruins deeper in would make for a good retreat for anyone who's looking to dodge society. Contact to the last team sent here was lost on their way to Berghof, so around there is where she's currently loitering at. Checking in with the population in Berchtesgaden revealed nothing particularly alarming, but she probably SHOULD exert some form of caution anyway. Dead Apostles always fancied Germany, but with a supposingly "far more imposing and lethal threat" lurking in these mountains of late, or so reports say, even the "most elite of task forces are advised to exercise the highest form of caution while traveling".
Well alright, then.
After a quick survey of the surroundings through some tree-hopping, Ciel finally settles for a relatively open clearing. She could be sniped from roughly 27 spots from where she stood, but she's not too worried. There was no report of long-range weaponry ever used by this ~mysterious killing force~, no smoke or bullets were ever left behind at places where they're reputed to have been.
So.
She stretches a hand towards the sky. A circle spreads out from under her feet. Her lips move, and within seconds, an arc of light is formed perpendicular to her arm. The bolt's target? The moon. Within seconds, a ray of light is shot upwards. It pierces through the thick cloud that obscured the starry sky, not unlike a reversed shooting star.
Are you watching the moon right now?
It'd be more work if she needs to do the WHOLE tracking, but if this can draw the 'true' targets out...
Hm, either way. That done, she'll hop back into a nearby tree and wait a bit. The night's still young, after all.]
[Indeed, he is always watching the moon at night. Wistfully, of course, but not completely lost in the sight of it.
But he's not the naive kid he used to be. On the other hand, he was certain that the creator of such an obvious thing was not out to get him by surprise. No, she probably just wanted to speak with him and speaking....speaking he was okay with. Even if Shiki was killing those Ciel might consider comrades, she wasn't the type to kill something she felt sentimental about without at least hearing thing out.
It took about an hour. He wasn't in a hurry and, instead, slowly walked towards where he felt the shot originated from. Navigating between trees while blind (he had taken the bandages off to watch the moon) wasn't terribly easy, even with his own mysterious sixth sense. When Shiki made it to the clearing, he could feel the residual power and knew this was the place.
Instead of calling out or waiting, he simply took a seat and waited. He was being watched, he knew, but he also knew that he could sense if there was an incoming attack so he relaxed a little.]
But he's not the naive kid he used to be. On the other hand, he was certain that the creator of such an obvious thing was not out to get him by surprise. No, she probably just wanted to speak with him and speaking....speaking he was okay with. Even if Shiki was killing those Ciel might consider comrades, she wasn't the type to kill something she felt sentimental about without at least hearing thing out.
It took about an hour. He wasn't in a hurry and, instead, slowly walked towards where he felt the shot originated from. Navigating between trees while blind (he had taken the bandages off to watch the moon) wasn't terribly easy, even with his own mysterious sixth sense. When Shiki made it to the clearing, he could feel the residual power and knew this was the place.
Instead of calling out or waiting, he simply took a seat and waited. He was being watched, he knew, but he also knew that he could sense if there was an incoming attack so he relaxed a little.]
[Akiha raised an eyebrow.] It's just a walk in the park, Sion. Though I suppose I don't mind the sentimentalism. That's sweet of you to say.
[And she heads further into the park. Wasn't there a fountain in here somewhere...]
[And she heads further into the park. Wasn't there a fountain in here somewhere...]
[Sion sticks with her but she admonishes herself for saying that. It was obviously pretty stupid of her.]
[He better not be the naive boy he used to be, or he's going to be the reason why it happens, if Ciel ever wakes up with a strand of white hair one morning. (Even if that pretty idealism was part of his charm, that she can't quite deny either.) Still, if he remembers 'senpai' - and he surely must, with the events of Einnashe having taken place not too long ago for them both, then he should already have a good idea of her true intentions. But really... Geez. Hasn't she already told him that if there was one person on Earth to whom she'd show her merciful side to, it's him? Sure, there MIGHT be circumstances in which she will engage in combat against him, but if any killing occurs, it won't be from her.
...
She silently breathes out to herself as she watches the familiar figure take a seat by a nearby log. It sure has been a while, and Merem isn't around to make smartass commentary tonight. Talk about a real blessing, hm?
--Ah, but she can't get carried away, now. This is still a mission, after all. Even if it was predestined to end in 'failure', it has to at least be a professionally acceptable one. ...Or 'politically correct', for those who fancy more sophisticated terms.
He'll hear - or feel? Eh, probably both - her descent. The soft crunch of hard-woven boots on twigs and leaves, followed by easy and familiar footsteps closing in from the side.]
It's a nice evening out tonight, isn't it Tohno-kun?
[It may have been a while too, since he was last spoken to in fluent Japanese. But shh, small indulgences in small moments of sentimentality, okay...]
...
She silently breathes out to herself as she watches the familiar figure take a seat by a nearby log. It sure has been a while, and Merem isn't around to make smartass commentary tonight. Talk about a real blessing, hm?
--Ah, but she can't get carried away, now. This is still a mission, after all. Even if it was predestined to end in 'failure', it has to at least be a professionally acceptable one. ...Or 'politically correct', for those who fancy more sophisticated terms.
He'll hear - or feel? Eh, probably both - her descent. The soft crunch of hard-woven boots on twigs and leaves, followed by easy and familiar footsteps closing in from the side.]
It's a nice evening out tonight, isn't it Tohno-kun?
[It may have been a while too, since he was last spoken to in fluent Japanese. But shh, small indulgences in small moments of sentimentality, okay...]
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