THRONÉ

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w0, wednesday

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number1HERO

Hehe

[naeddre]

LOSTSEED

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w1, monday

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[ in hindsight, it probably was not the smartest idea for ichiban to come down to the planet dressed in his signature maroon suit, having found an exact replica at the newly-opened strip mall aboard the eudora. look, it gets chilly on the surface and he wasn't about to freeze his ass off in shorts and sandals...!

unfortunately, it does mean that he stands out like a sore thumb, surrounded by people whose favorite food is very, very close to being the same color as his suit, and his body is very, very full of that food.

in a corner table at the bitter bite, ichiban sidles up to throné, glancing around furtively as he whispers, ]

Hey, Necchan... is it my imagination, or are all the locals here givin' me the stink eye?

[naeddre]

[okay but damn he looks good in that suit? good job, dude.

she's wearing this today as she wanders the planetside, attention caught by everything. there's so much to look at and her poor medieval brain is like (tiny voice) aaaaaa.

but when ichiban sidles up, she raises an eyebrow, and gives the room an idle glance.]

... Well. I wouldn't call it that. [she says, amused.]

w1, saturday

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[ in light of the trial ending, ichiban hasn't made it very far from the conference hall. he's sitting in the mess hall, though not on one of the benches; he's on the floor, back against one of the walls. in his right hand, he grips his shirts soaked with eunhyuk's blood, staring at them like they'll give him answers if he concentrates long enough.

oof. ]

[naeddre]

[she is shaky and everything feels bad, and she almost doesn't even stop, but she sees the bloody shirts, and...

she slows.]

... Don't just sit there like that. [come on, buddy.]

w2, THURSDAY

[naeddre]

[eventually, she comes to look for ichiban,

she's having a little bit of a hard time walking, but she's trying. is he in the medbay, who knows. maybe she won't have to go far.]

[frotag]

[ he is, indeed, in the medbay. hewwo throné, he's lying down on a cot.

without any other movement on his part, he throws up a shaka sign. ]

w2, sunday

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[ there's someone going hard in one of the sim rooms today... and from the sounds of it, they're not doing so hot.

a sewer hardly seems like the ideal place to throw down... but it's here that ichiban is currently embroiled in a battle with a strong-looking foe. and that dude is kicking ichiban's ass. maybe it's because he's increasingly unfamiliar with his body as the transformations get their last changes in before the week ends—his whole body is now covered in hard black scales, with red spikes jutting out from underneath the plates. there are horns erupting from his head, spiky frills lining the sides of his face—but even with these weaponized features that should give him the upper hand, he finds himself being flung onto the cold floor over and over again by the man with a dragon tattoo on his back.

though the simulation persists, all action pauses for the moment, the other man frozen in place where he stands as ichiban slams his fist on the ground. ]

Dammit...

[naeddre]

[POINTS KIRYU

anyway, she watches this for a couple of moments, as ichiban shifts and changes, as he gets thrown to the floor - and when he finally pauses, slamming his fist down, she sighs.

she's scaled, too - dark red snake scales crawl across her chest, neck and jaw, creeping up her face. her nails are just a bit too long, her teeth just a bit too sharp. but still, as she makes her way over and crouches down next to him with a slight wince, she's gentle. she doesn't touch him, just tries to catch his gaze.]

Ichiban. [soft, a little questioning.]

w3, tuesday

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[ even if throné doesn't need actual serious medical attention after baiken's rude awakening, ichiban is once again giving her a piggyback to the medbay, if nothing else then to at least get her some fuckin bandaids. ]

Maybe I should've been next to you when you kissed her... that way I could've taken the hit.

[naeddre]

[wehhhhh thank you ichiban. she's got a black eye, 100%, because baiken punches like a truck. he can give her a piggyback ride, which she is Barely Tolerating, like a cat.]

... I appreciate it, but I don't want you to get hurt. Which I'm sure I've mentioned.

w3, friday

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[ immediately after their ousting from the library and ichiban's intrusive vacation thoughts, he just kind of... slumps back down, coming to a rest against throné's shoulder once more. "what about the other fifty people who were also with them during curfew" this ain't about them. ]

... I know it's a little fucked, but after hearing the news, I'm kinda just thinking "thank god you're okay."

[naeddre]

[sir your intrusive vacation thoughts

she - laughs, a little. it's kind of exhausted, but it's a laugh.]

... No, I understand. [she pats his arm.] I would've been upset to wake up to you gone.

w3, saturday

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[ DISPLAYS THE THRONÉ SIGNAL WHICH IS JUST A SNAKE WITH A KNIFE IN ITS MOUTH which is also the majima signal im in tears at this. anyway it is important to note he has changed out of his casual clothes and into his suit since trial ended; he's currently in the medbay, tending to his injuries like a certain someone encouraged him to just hours earlier. ]

...hey, Necchan. Look, I'm takin' your advice. Are you proud of me?

[naeddre]

[help the matching signals

it's okay she's actually on her way in here too! she pauses when she sees him, a little startled, but she eases after a second. he can probably see that she looks exhausted.]

... Yes, I am. [she says, amused. she makes her way over to a cabinet. in a very clearly teasing way:] Good boy.

w4, tuesday

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[ we are at the park! specifically, we are currently in the west park for now, because ichiban is holding a corgi up to throné's face, making the exact same dopey :D expression the dog is. ]

Necchan, look—meet the world's number one doggo, Kasuga Ichi-wan! [ beat ] Get it? 'Cause "wan" is the sound a dog makes.

[ the dog is still just :D? throughout this whole bit. ]

[naeddre]

[owuueuhhghhahwah DOGS.

she is so fond of dogs and especially cute dogs, which is what a corgi is. she looks like she might explode briefly as she watches the dog wiggle with the :D face. she's trying her best to not steal the dog out of his hands and run away with it.]

... That was terrible. [but she's trying not to grin, so. hey, good joke. awful joke.]

w4, SATURDAY

[naeddre]

[she slipped away pretty fast post-trial, but she can be found in the library, staring up and out through the ceiling windows. just at space. zoning out.]

[frotag]

[ hey guess what ichiban totally lied and didn't get fixed up at all after trial it's fine hahaha

it's not hard to hear him coming, even if he doesn't say anything—a guy his size typically has a hard time sneaking around unless he's really putting his mind to it, which is... very much not happening tonight. once he comes up on her, he just kind of... stands next to her, for a bit, trying to see where she's looking before he just slouches to the side and leans on her, just a little. ]

w4, sunday

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[ BEEPS AT YOU new day means new traumas means new pc!!! it's been a while since the morning's events wrapped up, and ichiban's given her enough time to go and find temenos because he's sure that was the first thing on her mind once he barriers were down...

but a couple hours later, he's tracking her down to hand deliver a drink from hippitea. he still looks like an emotional mess, but he's holding himself together, for the most part. a pocket full of tissues is on standby, just in case. ]

Here, I got one for you, too. It'll help us rehydrate, heh.

[naeddre]

[she kind of just looks wrung out. temenos died in front of her and rosamund was dead and she has a lot of feelings about that, and trial, and she's not confronting any of them.

she takes the drink that he brings her though, holding it in both hands.]

... Thank you. [she says, quiet. smaller, than normal.]

w5, SATURDAY

[naeddre]

[she's curled up in the bar tonight, probably! just chilling with a glass of wine, staring at the wall.

she's itching at her arm hard enough to make it turn red. a beat, as she sees him, and then:]

... Did you go talk to him yet?

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Not yet. Plannin' on spending the night down there, actually, so... figured I'd just hang out before that.

[ hewwo. he has since changed out of the harley memorial shirt, now wearing his classic maroon suit instead. he takes a seat next to her without ordering anything, instead taking a look at her arm. ]

Don't make me shoot you.

w6, monday

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[ hewwo throné, we are on the third floor of the preservation biome. as always happens to be the case on mondays, ichiban is in decently high spirits as he walks over to one of the feed dispensers, holding out his hand for some treats for the animals here. ]

Soooo... what was the consequence for petting the robot dog?

[naeddre]

[oh yeah she's absolutely out here feeding the animals. she's got at least one fennec fox following her around for treats.

as for his question, she stares at him.]

... That is a very brave question you're asking.

w7, thursday

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[ backdating this to before ratventure i can't handle that kind of nonsense right now

idk. they're at the resort, chillin from afar as locals hustle in the background in preparation for saturday's festivities. ichiban stands against an umbrella pole with his arms crossed, a sort of pensive expression on his face. ]

...So this is it, huh, Necchan? We're comin' up to the finish line.

[naeddre]

[drags myself away from party games finally screams

she's chilling out here, with a sense of like... comfort? safety. it's funny, she feels very safe around him.]

Seems so. [...] Are you ready to face whatever it is we're up against?