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[ Hours later! After this conversation. Using a private space on the Murmur, Caelus attempts to communicate. ]
Mr. Sakurazuka? I found some promising locations near Central Park.
[ Then, Caelus will provide mental images for the following clinics: Bond Vet (77th Street), Westside Veterinary Center, and Gotham Veterinary Center. ]
I also found preserved eggs!
Mr. Sakurazuka? I found some promising locations near Central Park.
[ Then, Caelus will provide mental images for the following clinics: Bond Vet (77th Street), Westside Veterinary Center, and Gotham Veterinary Center. ]
I also found preserved eggs!
( Intrusion, violation, an act of aggression —
...ah, but it's the young one, after all. )
Why, isn't that productive. Thank you! And they all seem, ah... suitably lacking in local wildlife?
...ah, but it's the young one, after all. )
Why, isn't that productive. Thank you! And they all seem, ah... suitably lacking in local wildlife?
Don't worry, I took care of them— I had to lure them out.
[ Caelus led the mutant creatures to get lost somewhere in Central Park. ]
It should be fine now. Do any of these catch your eye?
[ Caelus led the mutant creatures to get lost somewhere in Central Park. ]
It should be fine now. Do any of these catch your eye?
That's... the Westside clinic seems best positioned. If there are no... are you quite sure?
They're currently happily grazing in Central Park.
[ Westside clinic? He wonders which one that is. He hasn't perfected English yet, so he has a limited understanding of the words. The only reason why he knows what a place is by the pictures on signs and billboards. Commercial signs are his favorites, makes his life so easy. ]
I'll give it another full patrol for you, though! But which one is Westside?
[ Westside clinic? He wonders which one that is. He hasn't perfected English yet, so he has a limited understanding of the words. The only reason why he knows what a place is by the pictures on signs and billboards. Commercial signs are his favorites, makes his life so easy. ]
I'll give it another full patrol for you, though! But which one is Westside?
Ah! The... hmmmm. The green building. The forest green enclosure?
All right, I'll report again in a while.
[ And off the trailblazer goes.
The next time he speaks again, it's around 30-40 minutes later… ]
Galactic News Report! The Westside clinic is perfectly safe now! But there's more news. Do you want the good or bad news first?
[ And off the trailblazer goes.
The next time he speaks again, it's around 30-40 minutes later… ]
Galactic News Report! The Westside clinic is perfectly safe now! But there's more news. Do you want the good or bad news first?
[ Aw. Caelus can't help but notice how Seishirou often asks him if he's okay. It makes him happy. He wonders if the man is the type to worry easily? ]
Yes! Perfectly fine. This isn't part of the report, so go on and pick which one first!
Yes! Perfectly fine. This isn't part of the report, so go on and pick which one first!
When I was luring the zombies out of the building, I confess I had to resort to creative measures… Um, almost all— not all— almost all!! [ Important distinction. ] Of the windows need to be replaced… And I might've broken some furniture here and there.
[ He did his best, okay. It's hard out here in the apocalypse. At least this way, Seishirou can get to decorate the place the way he likes it!? ]
Oh, also, the pet food storage is completely obliterated. [ It needs to be rebuilt. The animals must've fought over the food there sometime in the past. ] That one's not my fault!
[ He did his best, okay. It's hard out here in the apocalypse. At least this way, Seishirou can get to decorate the place the way he likes it!? ]
Oh, also, the pet food storage is completely obliterated. [ It needs to be rebuilt. The animals must've fought over the food there sometime in the past. ] That one's not my fault!
...oh! Oh, that's far less worse than I'd assumed. I thought you were about to say all the walls were moulding and the equipment was raided.
Now, the good news?
Now, the good news?
[ There might or might not be mold here and there, but Caelus didn't check that… ]
That's exactly the good news! The equipment is all here. I guess no one thought to loot this place during the apocalypse. The tools are fine, but the machines need maintenance and part replacements. I can help you with those, too!
[ It'll be a long-term project though, because it's very hard to find certain parts, and some items like power sources aren't accessible yet. ]
That's exactly the good news! The equipment is all here. I guess no one thought to loot this place during the apocalypse. The tools are fine, but the machines need maintenance and part replacements. I can help you with those, too!
[ It'll be a long-term project though, because it's very hard to find certain parts, and some items like power sources aren't accessible yet. ]
You're so helpful, all the time. Did you want to be a veterinarian, growing up?
Haha! I don't think so, but I do have experience caring for a wide range of creatures.
My friend's dog, homunculi, monsters, unique critters to particular planets, fairies… It goes on.
( My, what sharp teeth Sumeragi Subaru's attention has.
The response is staggered, mulling. He trusts, he trusts not. He trusts, he trusts not. He trusts...
And then, the inevitable mental image of Westside Clinic: a remarkably green establishment operating at a high window pane and/or human life deficit. A miracle of the post-apocalyptic economy, helpfully located by street indicators.
It's not a date — but the next mental image is of Aventurine's questionable candy ♥ )
The response is staggered, mulling. He trusts, he trusts not. He trusts, he trusts not. He trusts...
And then, the inevitable mental image of Westside Clinic: a remarkably green establishment operating at a high window pane and/or human life deficit. A miracle of the post-apocalyptic economy, helpfully located by street indicators.
It's not a date — but the next mental image is of Aventurine's questionable candy ♥ )
[ It's not the likewise gleaming edge of a firm decision that he expects but the low pendulum swing of a lush moon. Wax, wane, wax, wane... and finally, muted darkness pulled back over the location by light.
It certainly is. Green.
He doesn't wait for further invitation to set off, though the questionable candy slideshow does evoke something like
in Murmur-vision.
It isn't as though he needed the bribe for a not-date. ]
It certainly is. Green.
He doesn't wait for further invitation to set off, though the questionable candy slideshow does evoke something like
in Murmur-vision.It isn't as though he needed the bribe for a not-date. ]
( Ah, the tender subtlety of a home invasion. He does not yield to crepuscular anticipation, doesn't dust his porch. The strings of a Host-torn foundation and a bad idea: that's what Sakurazuka Seishirou's new humble abode is made of.
Mosaic of clustered glass shards, rickety-rusting hinges and the spidering intrusion of thicket. At least sunset's balmy copper ripens stark destitution into homey platitude.
Way of the world: he opens his own door, broom at the ready. For the decay and ruin, supposedly. Or an inevitable head injury to end the inconvenient turn of any conversations, recipient undecided. )
You're... ( On time. Not 'early,' not 'late,' not 'looking good,' not 'so kind to come.' The simplicity of a calamity. ) ...still here, awake.
( He had thought, the Sumeragi thirteenth head spied in the haze of mistress Charlotte. In the mires of Murmur. But illusions proliferate like inestation. This is credibly close, empirical. )
You forgot 'knock-knock.' But anyway, who's there?
Mosaic of clustered glass shards, rickety-rusting hinges and the spidering intrusion of thicket. At least sunset's balmy copper ripens stark destitution into homey platitude.
Way of the world: he opens his own door, broom at the ready. For the decay and ruin, supposedly. Or an inevitable head injury to end the inconvenient turn of any conversations, recipient undecided. )
You're... ( On time. Not 'early,' not 'late,' not 'looking good,' not 'so kind to come.' The simplicity of a calamity. ) ...still here, awake.
( He had thought, the Sumeragi thirteenth head spied in the haze of mistress Charlotte. In the mires of Murmur. But illusions proliferate like inestation. This is credibly close, empirical. )
You forgot 'knock-knock.' But anyway, who's there?
Someone you know. [ Here, awake, in answer. ] Which is fortunate in this case, isn't it?
[ Someone he knows to safeguard this ground against those he doesn't. More against fellow man than monster. Irony isn't lost on him but simply placed where it will catch less attention. His ugly housewarming gift, ribboned by his otherwise lack of circumstantial judgment. They're meeting on ground they didn't crack themselves.
He eyes the broom anyway, its pleasant domesticity double-edged in Seishirou's hands; don't shoo him like a sewer rat, he's cleanly right now. ]
[ Someone he knows to safeguard this ground against those he doesn't. More against fellow man than monster. Irony isn't lost on him but simply placed where it will catch less attention. His ugly housewarming gift, ribboned by his otherwise lack of circumstantial judgment. They're meeting on ground they didn't crack themselves.
He eyes the broom anyway, its pleasant domesticity double-edged in Seishirou's hands; don't shoo him like a sewer rat, he's cleanly right now. ]
Is it?
( By all means, the murderer you know.
He allows the presence of Sumeragi Subaru to metastasise on his doorstep until Seishirou's composure has quietly assimilated the latest allergen of fear, reconfigured itself, called up its defenses.
Until he puts the broom to sleep against the archway and intercedes, hand serpentine and catching Subaru's to brush a wind-split mouth over the jagged crest chain of his knuckles' crescent. Above, the sting of Seishirou's marks pulses hello in staccato.
He smiles to it, with it; relinquishes the hand in passing and waves his death in. )
I've taken a look. There's no cardinal direction in which something didn't die in the past five years. I'm afraid your work's cut out for you. ( Purification, before wards. Another crisp smile, apologetic. ) But you know best.
( By all means, the murderer you know.
He allows the presence of Sumeragi Subaru to metastasise on his doorstep until Seishirou's composure has quietly assimilated the latest allergen of fear, reconfigured itself, called up its defenses.
Until he puts the broom to sleep against the archway and intercedes, hand serpentine and catching Subaru's to brush a wind-split mouth over the jagged crest chain of his knuckles' crescent. Above, the sting of Seishirou's marks pulses hello in staccato.
He smiles to it, with it; relinquishes the hand in passing and waves his death in. )
I've taken a look. There's no cardinal direction in which something didn't die in the past five years. I'm afraid your work's cut out for you. ( Purification, before wards. Another crisp smile, apologetic. ) But you know best.
[ It is. In the same way that his scars are still, blinked awake in the pristine incision Seishirou's smile casts upon them. Even-cornered, born of blood and symmetry, as pronounced as they day they were set.
One of the only things to escape their sleeping god's many eyes.
Subaru's single good one traces the motion in a well-modeled feint of acquiescence. Grim determination follows him in. ]
I can perform a ground breaking first. As for the wards... [ He studies the topology of the clinic in slow steps, familiarity in the hollow of its bones. Then again, Sumeragi Subaru has never lacked the ability to find familiarity in the strange shapes of corpses around him. ] It'd be better if I had a blade.
[ Despite the fact that he'd certainly need to go at the spiritual overgrowth like one would pathfind in the shadow of a neglected garden. ]
But I can make do.
One of the only things to escape their sleeping god's many eyes.
Subaru's single good one traces the motion in a well-modeled feint of acquiescence. Grim determination follows him in. ]
I can perform a ground breaking first. As for the wards... [ He studies the topology of the clinic in slow steps, familiarity in the hollow of its bones. Then again, Sumeragi Subaru has never lacked the ability to find familiarity in the strange shapes of corpses around him. ] It'd be better if I had a blade.
[ Despite the fact that he'd certainly need to go at the spiritual overgrowth like one would pathfind in the shadow of a neglected garden. ]
But I can make do.
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