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voice; dec 10

Tch... this place sucks as much as ever.

[The voice that filters over the network sounds like it belongs to someone who would rather be doing literally anything else. Which is accurate. Ichimatsu doesn't exactly do public speaking. Hell, he hates even answering the phone back home with every strand of his DNA - which says something, considering he's got five other peoples' worth of DNA to speak of. But this is the fastest way he can think of to deal with his situation. At least he doesn't have to show his face; no way would he be able to do this then.]

[There's a slight sound of crunching snow in the background.]

Hey, all of you. Not that I'm gonna stop anyone, but don't bother going up into the snowy areas. It's cold as hell and there's suspicious-looking berries everywhere. Stupid-looking monsters, too. Dunno what the hell any of 'em do, but I'd stay away from all of it if I were you. You'll probably die.

[Why, exactly, Ichimatsu himself is up in the higher elevations of Ensō... he doesn't seem to feel like sharing. He wouldn't even bother pretending to be a good citizen and put this warning out at all if he didn't have an ulterior motive. The crunch of his footfalls pause.]

... oh, and if you recognize this voice, let me know. If you don't... then don't worry about it.

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home

[There's a new development for you, Ichimatsu. They have a home now. It's not really theirs, but...they're taking care of it for now. That's the important thing. They could have split their time. They could have cared for both...]

caring for garden

Home? [Sure enough, that piques his interest right away; the soft background rhythm of crunching snow comes to a halt.] Thought you didn't really like staying in place.

do not
taking care of place

[A friend's place. They're just...not here right now. So.]

[A few moments of silence. Then the footsteps start up again, followed by a quiet, but violent puff of air, like he's trying to shake the cold out of his lungs.]

Anywhere I know?

[Anyone?]

shack on islet
bee house outside it

[That's probably fairly indicative, yes? Not many shacks have bee houses outside them.]

Hm. Got it.

[He doesn't question it. At least, not yet. Even when he was here last time, he almost never went to the islets once he ended up moving away from them for good. It's not that the memories of living there with his brothers bothered him... just more that there was nothing there for him anymore.]

[There's nothing anywhere for him right now, so there's no harm in continuing to drift around for a bit.]

You gonna be there a while?

until owner returns

[Someone has to take care of these flowers.]

[There is no logical, sound reason for them to think that they should commit so much of themself to caring for this abode, for the garden, for the bees and the various creatures that were kept here. They just...don't like the idea of the Knight's hard work having gone to waste.]

[Nothing should ever go to waste.]

I meant right now. You don't stand around there all day, do you?

[His tone doesn't sound as irritated as the words might imply. Then again, he knows he has to be direct sometimes. Good thing any pride he has to swallow is pretty much situational at best.]

I'm asking if I can come by.

not all day

[They still, after all, have inadvisable explorations to undertake, practically constantly. It's just harder to excuse it now that they've got these...tiny creatures that are semi-dependent on them. It's a new and uncertain feeling.]

yes

Good.

[He's not sure, exactly, why he even wants to meet up; it just seems like a better idea than wandering around pointlessly until he (hopefully) hears from Jyushimatsu.]

[Though... 'many months'. Maybe a part of him just wants to check on how Drifter is doing, too.]

Which islet am I going to? I only know the one my brothers and I used to live on.

[They have to take a moment to visualize it, to count and number the islets the way they're conventionally numbered. They visited them so very little until they actually lived (or not lived) in one of the homes there on purpose.]

the first

[The one that most refer to as "Islet One."]

[Hm. Was that the closest one or the furthest one from the farming area... ? He doesn't remember, and he doesn't bother asking, either. He'll figure it out eventually.]

'Kay. Might take a while. You don't have to stick around for my sake if you get bored.

See you.

[... and, as it turns out, it really does take him quite some time to get there. A couple hours, in fact. That's kind of on him for just fucking off into the mountains on a whim, but eventually, he comes strolling up from the distance, looking exactly the same as he had when he'd left: hunched over, wearing his cat hoodie and hygiene mask, hands shoved into his pockets.]

[If they're there, he'll raise a hand in greeting from far away.]

[Was he really expecting them to leave?]

[They haven't seen him in months. They could seek him out of their own accord, but the result there would likely be that they end up missing each other, which would only create more delays, and so when he says it might take a while, the Drifter denotes a list of things that they can tend to that will not require that they travel very far from the house.]

[Some of those things involve pruning the garden plants. It's a lengthy task, but the stationary nature of it has forced them to be better about patience, the way Ren taught them. The way that Ichimatsu taught them, in some ways.]

[His silhouette is, from a distance, unmistakable. Jyushimatsu's is one they've grown accustomed to, but the difference between them is as stark as the disparity between night and day.]

[At once, the Drifter stands. They dart forward in a chain of dashes that flash shadowed afterimages in their wake, skid to a halt just in front of him in an act that risks showering him with sand and dust. Their eyes are dark and assessing and they look him up and down as though asserting to themself that he is, in fact, quite real.]

[He appears to be. It would be best to empirically verify that, but - they're not sure how well that would be received.]

[Words seem inadequate. They generally are. The Drifter is not good with words.]

hello

[He's known the Drifter for a while, so in some regards, it'd make sense that they've changed in their own way over the time they've known each other. But change is subtle, and easy to miss over time. There's no single instance when it's more stark to Ichimatsu than this exact moment.]

[Despite himself, his mouth works into a slow smile behind the mask. Sure, it's nice to feel wanted... but more than that, they sort of remind him of an excited cat dashing towards a person it likes. That may not be the most flattering comparison, but for Ichimatsu, the types of fondness he feels for the few things he cares about in life are nearly indistinguishable.]

[Drifter falls in that category.]

Hey. Long time no see.

[He uses one finger to pull down the mask; his jawline is still peppered with stubble, the exact same as it had been before. If he truly did go home at any point, he never picked back up his civilized grooming habits. A beat passes, and as vulnerable to overwhelming feelings of awkwardness as Ichimatsu is - something about Drifter seems to erect walls of immunity from that particular discomfort around them.]

Thanks for waiting.

[Does he mean short-term, or long-term?]

[Yes.]

[They reach up and tug at their mantle very slightly. It is the closest to a self-conscious gesture that the Drifter generally gets.]

has been some time

[They didn't want to miss him. Didn't want to leave, and return only to have found that he had passed through and gone on without them. Did not want to force him to wait for them. They assume he means in the short-term, because the long-term is something so much beyond their control that it does not occur to them that he would be referring to that.]

[They cannot control death, or whether or not they stay, after all.]

[Ichimatsu makes a low sound of agreement. He'll find some way to make it up to them... eventually. His choice in the matter notwithstanding, it's his responsibility as the idiot who left a friend behind first. For now, though, he's taking mercy on the both of them and sticking to the present.]

Sorry. Took me forever to get down from the mountains. [He withdraws his hands from his pockets, displaying them out in front of him: they're still a tinge red from the prior cold.] ... but I figured you'd wanna see me in person. I know how this shitty place plays tricks all the time.

[So he says; but it's not just altruism that drives him. The opposite holds true, too.]

yes

[The possibility that it could have been some trick, some hallucination...well, it wasn't off the table. It isn't now. They glance at his fingertips. Human physiology is difficult to track as it is still, on some level, a biological system with which they are fairly unfamiliar, but they're certain by now that the pinkish tint to the tips of his fingers isn't ideal.]

would like to come in?

[It is at least marginally warmer inside, at least.]

[He would, actually. He's curious about what kind of place his friend has tied themself down to. Though, he knows well, it's probably not so much the location itself as it is the person who lived here. He's assuming they met the same fate that so many people seem to. The same one he, apparently, met himself.]

[Drifters attaching themselves to people. And in lieu of people - places. Seems like they've got it just as bad as he does, these days.]

... is it okay? It's someone else's house. Doubt they'd want a stranger going in.

they are not here
have not been here for many months

[Perhaps that gives away more than they meant it to - the confirmation that he is not the only friend of theirs who has disappeared in recent (or not so recent) times, and that he is not the only one who has left a hole in their life because of it.]

taking care of it
should they return

[The Drifter has no guarantees of this.]

[They know that there are no guarantees.]

I see.

[That's all he says about that. He's in no position to judge a loner for deviating from their ways, and even if he were, he has no desire to. He doesn't know a lot about his friend's story from before they came here, but there are plenty of reasons to drift. Not everybody runs away because they're afraid of being left behind first.]

[They're sticking it out. Again, a kind of tenacity that Ichimatsu could never dream of.]

[For now, though - he's grateful.]

Well, if you're sure they wouldn't mind.

would not mind

[They can't imagine the Knight minding meeting new people, hypothetically. Hypothetically...because they're no longer here. But they had seldom expressed cold or callous behavior to anyone they had not known.]

an ally of an ally
an ally all the same

[Transitive property, and such.]

warmer inside

[As he looks a bit cold. Inside isn't very well-furnished, and mostly bereft - the Drifter has done very little to rearrange the Knight's former possessions, and they mostly keep their own belongings set apart.]

["Ally". Out of a clinical respect, then? Obviously that's not the only reason, but he doesn't disagree with the sentiment, either. It's hard to imagine the kind of person that the Drifter couldn't get along with, but whoever made their home here was probably an alright person if his friend respected them enough to keep up their place.]

[Come to think of it, Ichimatsu wouldn't have minded if someone had moved into his nest while he was gone, either. Especially if they annoyed the crap out of his neighbors. No, that's probably the wrong reason, isn't it?]

[When Drifter expresses their concern, roundabout as it is, Ichimatsu smiles.]

I'm alright, you know. But thanks. [his eyes flicker past them, to the garden.] Lead the way.

ok

[They comply without further protest. They could take him to the garden, though some of the plants there, they know, are poisonous. Just outside, the bees hum contentedly in their house, a backdrop with which the Drifter has become a little too accustomed.]

[They're not sure if the obvious has occurred to him yet. It has occurred to them, but they've not felt that they have necessarily earned that. All the same:]

have seen your brother?

[He follows behind at his typical, slow pace, eyes quietly sliding about his surroundings. The garden, obviously, is the main point of interest that keeps attracting his gaze. He wonders what kind of plants the former owner used to keep. He's not so nosy as to invite himself over, though; he simply studies it from a distance.]

[Well - the garden, and of course, the Drifter.]

[He's well aware that close scrutiny makes them uncomfortable, not to mention the fact that his stares often look like glares. That's why someone like him waits until their back is turned. He's not bothering to ask; he'd rather make the observations himself. Their complexion, their gait, their posture... he takes time to note whether they're still favoring one side, too.]

[They ask a question of him. His reply is a beat delayed.]

Jyushimatsu? Nah. Not yet. I've heard from him, though.

good
was asking for you

[They've gotten better at recognizing different humans, and recognizing the relation between certain ones. And Jyushimatsu would be the fourth of his number for them to have met. Even with the overt similarities between most humans, those likenesses had been glaring.]

[They currently move easily enough. They're no longer injured in any discernible sense. Not outside the usual hemorrhage in their lungs.]

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