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recolle2018-06-02 11:30 am
livingimpaired) wrote in recolle2018-06-02 11:30 am
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WHO: Kei Shigaraki (livingimpaired) and Koga Oogami (roughplayer).
WHERE: Random street.
WHEN: June 3.
WHAT: Kei attempts to take his nephew to church. Wrong nephew.
WARNINGS: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The new suit fits better than the rented. He still lightly tugs on the end of his sleeves, however. The color is a stark black -- which he believes will work well for both church and funerals, but Kei already decides to keep the dual use to himself. At the very least, he thinks that the color and cut of the suit hides his new body much better than his casual, everyday clothes. Yet while he says "better," he does still receives comments about how much more fit that he looks much to his chagrin.
But it doesn't really matter (so he tells himself). Or rather, he sees little reason in changing his weekly activities save for some catastrophe happening. That said, Kei takes his usual route to church for Sunday Mass. He pauses to take in the sights of the repainted city -- and silently applauds the efforts of everyone around him. Once more, everyone has done what they should and could to ensure that their city remains whole.
"Oh?" And as he scans his surroundings, he catches the sight of a "familiar" face. It's familiar in that he recognizes him immediately, but the hair is a different color than when he last saw his nephew. He can't say that is surprising, however, and walks to meet him. "There you are, Mizuki Sena." Greeting him as such, Kei makes it seem more like he has been looking for him than having to chance upon him.
"I was just on my way to church. It should be interesting where we can only hear the voices, like we are hearing the voice from above, hm?" He chuckles to himself, as he seems not too distraught over the current situation they happen to find themselves. "If you come along, I promise to buy you some food afterward. Oh, well, I suppose I can't, but we certainly can steal some food from wherever you wish." Because, no, he has no intention of making ramen this time around.
But he pauses as he look his nephew over. This is... Mizuki Sena, isn't it? His eyebrows come together as he looks the young man over, suddenly feeling unsure.
livingimpaired) and Koga Oogami (roughplayer).WHERE: Random street.
WHEN: June 3.
WHAT: Kei attempts to take his nephew to church. Wrong nephew.
WARNINGS: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The new suit fits better than the rented. He still lightly tugs on the end of his sleeves, however. The color is a stark black -- which he believes will work well for both church and funerals, but Kei already decides to keep the dual use to himself. At the very least, he thinks that the color and cut of the suit hides his new body much better than his casual, everyday clothes. Yet while he says "better," he does still receives comments about how much more fit that he looks much to his chagrin.
But it doesn't really matter (so he tells himself). Or rather, he sees little reason in changing his weekly activities save for some catastrophe happening. That said, Kei takes his usual route to church for Sunday Mass. He pauses to take in the sights of the repainted city -- and silently applauds the efforts of everyone around him. Once more, everyone has done what they should and could to ensure that their city remains whole.
"Oh?" And as he scans his surroundings, he catches the sight of a "familiar" face. It's familiar in that he recognizes him immediately, but the hair is a different color than when he last saw his nephew. He can't say that is surprising, however, and walks to meet him. "There you are, Mizuki Sena." Greeting him as such, Kei makes it seem more like he has been looking for him than having to chance upon him.
"I was just on my way to church. It should be interesting where we can only hear the voices, like we are hearing the voice from above, hm?" He chuckles to himself, as he seems not too distraught over the current situation they happen to find themselves. "If you come along, I promise to buy you some food afterward. Oh, well, I suppose I can't, but we certainly can steal some food from wherever you wish." Because, no, he has no intention of making ramen this time around.
But he pauses as he look his nephew over. This is... Mizuki Sena, isn't it? His eyebrows come together as he looks the young man over, suddenly feeling unsure.
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Even getting dragged into something because they look alike, what a pain? But... he can go along with it. This man isn't someone he'd want to associate with based on appearance alone (the black can only do so much to minimize a larger frame), but that is a tone of familiarity with "Mizuki". That's promising. ]
Mm.
[ Koga nods his head, brushing his hair over his ear to hide the cartilage piercings. Mizuki doesn't have those last he saw, but at least his own are just studs. Ghost church will be a time, and he doesn't like preaching... but harm is there. He has to reign in his temper to make this work. He's probably getting taken by the arm before he knows it after giving the subtle okay, it's a familiar voice but somehow... going against the request either way feels... difficult. Whatever, he ain't gonna try. To mass he goes. ]
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I understand. I'm sounding rather flippant about everything. However, there is nothing that I can do to change the situation. [ And so, as always, he does that he can to minimize the amount of stress that he could feel. ] The most we can do is try to carry on as normal as possible.
[ He gifts a small smile before turning to start toward the church. ] I'm not worried about my brother too much, however. [ Mizuki probably will not even be noticed as missing from how he's come to understand his nephew's situation. His jaw sets in mild annoyance, as he continues: ] I am, however, worried about you, Mizuki Sena.
But I suppose that is how any good uncle should be, hm?
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It's fine.
[ A whisper to not give away his voice, but maybe Mizuki doesn't whisper lot. Oh well. Kei is... a chatty man. Or maybe it's more accurate to say he talks a lot, even with the minimum Koga resorts to. ]
...Huh?
[ That makes this easy to figure who has taken him. This man is... he's Mizuki's uncle. His uncle too, probably... no, definitely. His mother told him. The one person on this earth who acknowledged what she did as good, as they saw it. Something done with the last amount of affection for his brother. Koga's chest tightens, but he exhales and it feels a little better. ]
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I do believe I said that it was fine to complain if you feel like complaining. [ But he pauses at the surprise from Mizuki. His head cocks to the side at he looks at him. There are miniscule differences that he notes on the other's facial features, but nothing that he can say isn't due to how Retrospec alters the appearance. ]
I do attempt to be a good uncle from time to time, Mizuki Sena. [ A beat, as he allows his expression to grow less amused. ] That, however, hardly means that I plan to make you ramen whenever you wish.
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Aaaah, shut the hell up, then. You're going on about the stupidest things, my head hurts you asshole.
[ That isn't Mizuki's voice, but he'll tear apart this facade before Kei can start to pick it apart with those eyes. He's prideful that way, better to die than be killed, right? Koga shoves his hands in his pockets, leaning back in irritation. ]
You want complaints though? Fine, but you better listen well. Your stupid brother and his wife only cared to give something to their son just a few weeks ago. Not with any urgency or concern for why he hasn't been able to reach him or vice versa. I'm not even gonna assume they tried more than a phone call or something. But now, it was just fucking convenient because I was around to do a stupid errand for them. They just assumed he was happy and fine and didn't need them in any part of his because it's easier on their brains to think that way. "Out of sight, out of mind", the phrase goes? What a bunch of selfish dipshits.
Did I mention it was a shitty, thoughtless gift in the first place? Oh sure, go remind Mizuki of how well you're doing without him. They can trip and fall on their asses along on their way to the corporate pit of mindless incentives for soulless workaholics just like them.
[ Deep breath. He looks right at Kei. Sharper features, dark eyes, and a look without any mercy. Maybe if Kei recalls, he once met a woman with eyes like this boy. Somewhere in this city, a long time ago. ]
I'm going to church with you because you're not going to have enough time to grab the right kid. I don't give a fucking damn if your gonna buy me food after, I have something to do in there. Now come on.
[ Off the wolf goes. ]
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Kei blinks owlishly as soon as "Mizuki Sena" snaps back at him. It reminds him briefly of a dog snarling and snapping -- rather than the hissing cat that he's used to when he happens to see his nephew mad. His eyebrows come together as he sees how the very appearance of the young man quite literally changes before him -- posture, tone; so much changes in a short time that he wonders how it is that he mistook him for Mizuki in the first place.
It certainly is a bit to process as he listens to the complaint that follows. His eyes glaze over, not because he is not listening, but he is piecing together what he's quickly coming to understand. Yes, he vaguely remembers the sharp eyes that the lookalike has. His lips quirk into a small smile as he wonders about the odds that this young man should happen to become a Retrospec user, as well.
He scratches the back of his head, just underneath his hairline and hair, as he lets out a small sigh. Kei had wondered what was going on with his brother, but didn't feel like pressing Mizuki too hard about it. Such a wound would need to be exposed carefully and slowly rather than ripped open to heal. His smile softens as his chin dips down -- but as he allows his silence to come to understanding, Mizuki's lookalike has started walking off. ]
I still have every intention of buying you food. [ He doesn't so much as run after him, as he picks up his pace just a little to walk after him. ] Consider it an apology for mistaking you for Mizuki Sena. But I suppose it is not too terrible as I still did get the initial point correct -- you are still my nephew, are you not?
[ A beat. ] Yes. A belated introduction is in order. I am Kei Shigaraki. And what should I call you?
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The mention of him being his nephew has stop for second, enough for Kei to catch up at his pace. It gets Koga to look back at him, but with less of the harshness as before. He won't say anything, because there isn't much to say but "yes". He knows Kei is his uncle, and Kei figured out who this boy was without much incident. ]
...Koga. Don't expect for me to call you "Uncle" or something.
[ In short order they're inside, with koga finding a spot in the pews to sit. It's not completely quiet, as people want to get the last word in to friends in family before silence is needed for the priest. Whispers abound, even when noone can really bee seen. ]
I kinda wish it actually was empty in here.
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[ He dismisses the idea of being called such a title. Hm. Even thinking of Mizuki calling him "Uncle Kei" causes his face to warp like he has smelled something unpleasant. It does not feel right to him, and glad that it does not feel right to either teenager.
A beat. ]
Though, I will say... it has nothing to do with how I became your uncle. I'm merely odd. [ It is a touchy subject, obviously, but he decides to make his feelings clear. Yes, if he thinks about it more, it connects him to a family and to others. That is why he dislikes the idea of it. ]
[ But that matter is set to the side as they enter the seemingly empty church. He breathes in deep and makes the sign of the cross over his chest. His shoulders feel lighter as he walks down the aisle, looking at all the empty pews yet able to hear the idle chatting of people. He decides to take his seat next to Koga, and smiles a little to himself about it.
Like the troubling and annoying move of someone choosing the seat right next to someone else in an empty theatre. ]
Oh? And why's that?
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For the situation of now, Koga scoffs at his uncle's question. It's hard to explain how the disembodied chatter irritates him. It's a new thing to experience with the way Recolle is now, and he doesn't like it for being a reminder of their environment and its current state. ]
Why else? It's annoying to hear all of the background noise but not see them or tell them to be quiet. It'll die down at least, unless people are that shitty.
[ It does, thankfully. Mass starts soon and Koga can hear the rows of pews settling down. He doesn't thought, since obviously the rest can't hear him or Kei. ]
You do this for Mizuki a lot? Drag him to church.
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[ The incoherent noise around them is certainly something. He looks around the empty church but still feels an odd sense of peace. Kei isn't too upset about the empty state of the city; it isn't like he was expecting something of this magnitude to happen, but rather he can't do anything about it.
Like the dome that covered the city. Like the outlines of the buildings. Like the postage becoming monstrosities. He couldn't do anything about any of these situations that have already happened, and so, he decides not to worry about the city, because it either will right itself or it won't. Since there are no other options, he need only endure until a conclusion is announced and go from there. ]
Hm? [ Breaking free of his thoughts, he looks towards Koga. It takes him but a second before answering. ] When I'm able to catch him, yes, I attempt to drag him to church with me. When we were younger, your father and I would often be dragged to church every Sunday. I came to find ... meaning in each visit.
I can't be certain if Mizuki Sena or you will come to feel the same, but I see no reason to give up on a family tradition of dragging unwilling youths to church. [ He chuckles. ] Or is that more of a Catholic tradition? [ He laughs a little more. ]
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No family of your own besides us, your nephews to take along? Geez... but it can't be helped when your brother pulls this.
[ he'd pile on on more rude comments on the notion, but earlier is enough. he also has something to do, even if he's unsute if it works that way. He isn't a child raised on catholicism. ]
...Hey, you can pray for people after mass, right?
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Clearing his throat, he continues: ] And I believe that you can, if you wish. Is there someone in particular that you want to pray for, Koga?
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it would seem his dad is an asshole. this is obvious without the bias to affirm if further in Koga's eyes. but anyway, the next question is what deserves and answer over Koga's negativity. Sorry dad, no attention to you. The other family member that Koga gives a damn about though? ]
My mom.
[ he closes his eyes with a furrowed brow. it's the face of a child who's had to put his guard up, preparing an explanation beforehand even if Kei wouldn't question it. ]
Yeah yeah, she's dead. But it's one way to feel like I can reach her, and I don't want a response back. That would probably get me in trouble.
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Is that so?
[ There is no reason to ask what the young man plans to do now. With all other people now invisible, the answer is more or less clear to him. ]
Why would it get you into trouble?
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Doesn't the church have a lot of rules?
[ The tone is half-serious, like that of someone who knows trouble. Of course, dogs get into trouble aplenty. But it's one guy to deal with him right now, which can be good or bad. ]
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[ His head offers a little tilt in Koga's direction. Kei sighs a little afterward, however, as he wonders what to do. ]
Long ago, I met your mother. [ Rather than look at Koga, he stares ahead toward the altar. It reaffirms some things for him, gives him some sense of strength when he would rather do nothing. ] I told her that if she ever needed anything to contact me. [ He leans back a little in the pew, letting out a soft hum. ]
Naturally, that extends to you, as well. [ A beat. ] So, what can I do for you, Koga? [ Because he feels if he doesn't ask, the young man will not ever ask anything of him. This normally would be fine, but in this holy space, he cannot cling to ignorance and play the fool to avoid responsibility and duty. ]