isleofavalon | September Catch-All

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September Catch-All

🧙 WHO: Mary and various
⚔️️ WHAT: Hot Knights, Fizzy Drinks, and A Very Heavy Conversation
🕒 WHEN: September
🗺️ WHERE: Various
⚠️ WARNINGS: Hot Knights is likely to have some nsfw conversation/atmosphere going on; closed thread with Juzo is going to have massive spoilers for the No Guns Life manga as well as discussions of death, body horror, prison, war, and all that happy sort of stuff

I. Hot Knights

[While Mary's not unfamiliar with the concept of a strip club--she grew up in the slums, after all--she has no idea what to expect inside of one. She's never had much inclination to check them out, busy with her work and the absolute insanity of her life recently. And also just not really wanting to go. If other people are into it that's their business, but it's not really her thing.

However, there's a rescue to be performed, so here Mary is dressed in a black minidress with a jacket covering her shoulders. She even bothered to put on some lipgloss. (She was also going to wear mascara, but she poked herself in the eye with the wand and decided fuck that.) In the name of not breaking her ankles by wearing heels, she's in the same boots as always.

Those who know her will notice that she's also seemingly more... erm, blessed in the chest area than usual.

Right now, she's sitting near the bar stirring some blend of liquor and juice. She turns to whoever is closest by.]

So I hear they just got a whole bunch of new people. Used to be knights, apparently.

[No one ever said she was subtle or good at this undercover thing.]

II. Fizzy Drinks

[In the name of SCIENCE, Mary has decided to check out this bubble bar thing. There's certainly no shortage of options for flavors (scents? she's breathing it in, not drinking it...), and she finds herself almost immediately taken by decision paralysis. Several of them sound good, and having to pick just one feels a bit impossible.]

Hey, which of these would you recommend?

[When in doubt, get opinions from other people!]

III. A Very Heavy Conversation (closed to Juzo)

[Now that Mary's settled into life in Avalon and has been able to get at least a rudimentary setup in the corner of Juzo's office, it's past time for her to get a good look at him. Mostly, she's curious (and concerned) about other changes to his physiology brought about by his arrival here. As hilarious as the confetti cannon in his head is, if they had discovered it while in peril it could have had disastrous results for him. That's not acceptable.

She's already declared her intentions to Juzo before getting everything together, putting on a smock and gathering tools. There's a lot that she's lacking, but she has enough to make due. It's not like she's not used to shortages and having to piece things together on a shoestring.

Once ready, she puts on a pair of gloves with a snap that is probably much more ominous to Juzo than she realizes.]

Ready for ya.

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[ Juzo has been dreading this moment since she first arrived here, since she first told him that the last thing she remembered was the massive cathedral-turned-hospital where Pepper was being kept. The moment he declared a quiet war against Beruhren, coattails catching in the wind and Rosa's patch across his butt.

He doesn't fear the examination. For all she jokes about taking him apart to see what makes him tick, he trusts Mary with his life. He fears the things it will reveal, the gleaming silver of his spinal column and the XII etched into its base. He fears being the one to tear that sound of grief and sorrow from her throat, a noise that still echoes in his chamber in the quiet moments he has to contemplate all that he and his family of misfits has been through.

But he can't keep this from her. He kept far too much from her in the past, the truth about Victor and the job, why he came into her life in the first place.

Better to bite the bullet, he knows. But he's not going to like it. ]

You wanna try acting less like a mad scientist when you say that?

[ Still, he plays at normalcy, if only for a little bit. ]

Nope.

[Her response is casual and haphazard as clicks on the floor lamp next to her for better lighting. Mary, of course, has no way of knowing what's going through Juzo's mind. She's keenly aware that he's hiding something from her--he'd given himself away almost immediately upon first meeting her--but that's far from her thoughts at the moment. She's a woman on a mission, first and foremost.]

We'll start with that Devil’s Backbone of yours, since that's another candidate for this place's magical tampering. Hopefully they don't have confetti coming out of your back or anything.

Here, on your stomach.

[She points at the coffee-table-turned-examination-space that she's covered with a towel.]

[ The universe, and Mary, don't want to grant him any mercy in this moment it seems. She gets straight to the heart of the matter - or perhaps more accurately, right to the backbone.

Juzo heaves a sigh, snubbing out his cigarette before he strips off his shirt and unceremoniously tosses it aside. As he's climbing onto the table, he thinks he should say something, a warning, an apology, anything, but he's always been poor at this kind of thing. ]

Haven't had much of a reason to use it in this place, for what it's worth.

[ There is a very long pause as he lays there. In fact, it's likely she's noticed for herself by the time he finally says, ]

Might be a bit different from what you last remember.

Edited (repetitionnnn) 2021-09-03 23:02 (UTC)

[Mary almost responds to Juzo's first statement with a quip of some kind, mostly that of course he hasn't had to use it here, given the lack of Berühren breathing down their necks. It's not like Camelot has another GSU that they're throwing at him or anything of the sort.

But she looks at him, really looks at him, and the statement dies on her lips. True to Juzo's suspicions, she realizes right away that what she's looking at is different than what she knows him to have.]

You don't say.

[Her statement is flat, carefully devoid of any affect as she feels her stomach sink for reasons she can't quite identify. She pokes at his back gingerly, as if something could jump out and bite her if she's not too careful. It isn't long before she notices the XII etched into the base of it, which both answers and creates a whole host of questions.]

This isn't yours, Juzo.

[If it sounds like an accusation, that's because it is.]

[ The pause that follows is probably more telling than anything else, Juzo turning over what to say in his head. Whatever it is he says, though, he doesn't want to say it face-down on the table. He gets his arms up under him and pushes himself up to a sit. ]

It is now.

[ He sighs again, something tense and melancholy in his expression. ]

Cards on the table. The last thing you remember from home isn't the last thing I remember. Guess you could say I'm from your future.

[Nothing about Juzo's words or behavior is helping to relieve the tightness in Mary's stomach. If anything, it spreads up to her chest and adds an unpleasant pressure there that makes it harder to breathe.

She sinks onto the couch when he sits up on the table, watching his every movement like a hawk.]

So that's what you were hiding from me when I first got here.

Why didn't you just say so?

[She knows she's not going to like his answer, but it's too late to back out of this conversation now.]

III. all aboard the pain train

choo choo T_T

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Fizzy Drinks

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fizzy drinks!

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ii. fizzy drinks

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