Post by Value on Dec 1, 2016 15:10:03 GMT -5
In the long pause after the gallant and overzealous Captain decided to grace another world with his presence, the world seemed to heave a sigh of relief. Rubble settled, creaking and clattering as burnt and ruined fragments of what had once been the Command Annex fell on top of the prison. But as with many things in life, there was hardly enough time for all of that detritus to find its level before a groan of tortured wood became audible, a pile of rubble not too far away from where the recently relieved Captain Commander had come to rest rustling and creaking as its planks shifted.
And then relaxed, planks shifting back to the places they had lain before. Honestly, the man thought to himself, why did there have be so much in the way? Oh well, might as well take care of it.
And with an sharp crack the buried and charred, but still functional, door that had fallen into the crater burst open with enough force to send shattered planks skyward; like a startled flock of overly heavy birds that would forget how to fly soon enough. The well-heeled shoe on the other side of the door remained clearly visible in that slice of space into what looked for all the world like a common clothing shop, and then Value strolled through quite as though the door was not lying at an angle commonly reserved for mountain slopes. He wore a dark, subdued formal suit all the more impressive for its understated class, no tightness to be seen, no thread out of place.
He gave a glance up toward the tortured crater walls, clearly weighing something, and then turned to a man he had once called friend with a mischievous grin, “Really now, what kind of architects do the Shinigami have? All of these doors are at terrible, nigh-unusable angles. And who puts a pit here anyhow? Absolutely terrible!” Green eyes twinkled as Value huffed, acting for all the world like any impossible customer without an ounce of understanding or sarcasm to his name. A jabbed finger at the ruined shihakusho came along with a brief look of mock horror, “And look at those clothes! Honestly, have the Shinigami never learned how to fit?!”
A step, a flicker, and Value stood before Tokiyo, impish expression growing as he looked down. All things said, he was actually quite proud of his friend. It had hardly been a sure thing, but he’d managed to find the right answer in the end. Not the alternative would have been so terrible, but… “Thankfully, I know a guy who can help. You might know him too. Idealistic, goody-two-shoes, recently had his head split open. ‘Bout that last one--he got better,” the last words were delivered with a wink and an accent to make the quote clear. Movies were far better once he could actually watch them.
The torrent of blabber finally faded, the grin fading into a warmer smile. “So,” he started off with a certain amount of wry self-awareness, “Now that you’re done with your Transcendence and gotten a few moments to get your bearings, how do you feel? Up for a little trip to get freshened up and see an old friend without his mask?” There was a curious weight hidden behind his eyes, the full meaning of his words clear to Consequence. The man’s recent actions would hardly have been forgotten. But Value in turn couldn't avoid understanding where it came from. And in many ways, he’d paid the man back in his own way.
And, well. In the end, quite frankly, he was glad things had gone the way they had. Shun had once again proven to be a remarkably effective tool. Leaving the man alive last time had proven to be exactly as useful as he’d hoped.
And then relaxed, planks shifting back to the places they had lain before. Honestly, the man thought to himself, why did there have be so much in the way? Oh well, might as well take care of it.
And with an sharp crack the buried and charred, but still functional, door that had fallen into the crater burst open with enough force to send shattered planks skyward; like a startled flock of overly heavy birds that would forget how to fly soon enough. The well-heeled shoe on the other side of the door remained clearly visible in that slice of space into what looked for all the world like a common clothing shop, and then Value strolled through quite as though the door was not lying at an angle commonly reserved for mountain slopes. He wore a dark, subdued formal suit all the more impressive for its understated class, no tightness to be seen, no thread out of place.
He gave a glance up toward the tortured crater walls, clearly weighing something, and then turned to a man he had once called friend with a mischievous grin, “Really now, what kind of architects do the Shinigami have? All of these doors are at terrible, nigh-unusable angles. And who puts a pit here anyhow? Absolutely terrible!” Green eyes twinkled as Value huffed, acting for all the world like any impossible customer without an ounce of understanding or sarcasm to his name. A jabbed finger at the ruined shihakusho came along with a brief look of mock horror, “And look at those clothes! Honestly, have the Shinigami never learned how to fit?!”
A step, a flicker, and Value stood before Tokiyo, impish expression growing as he looked down. All things said, he was actually quite proud of his friend. It had hardly been a sure thing, but he’d managed to find the right answer in the end. Not the alternative would have been so terrible, but… “Thankfully, I know a guy who can help. You might know him too. Idealistic, goody-two-shoes, recently had his head split open. ‘Bout that last one--he got better,” the last words were delivered with a wink and an accent to make the quote clear. Movies were far better once he could actually watch them.
The torrent of blabber finally faded, the grin fading into a warmer smile. “So,” he started off with a certain amount of wry self-awareness, “Now that you’re done with your Transcendence and gotten a few moments to get your bearings, how do you feel? Up for a little trip to get freshened up and see an old friend without his mask?” There was a curious weight hidden behind his eyes, the full meaning of his words clear to Consequence. The man’s recent actions would hardly have been forgotten. But Value in turn couldn't avoid understanding where it came from. And in many ways, he’d paid the man back in his own way.
And, well. In the end, quite frankly, he was glad things had gone the way they had. Shun had once again proven to be a remarkably effective tool. Leaving the man alive last time had proven to be exactly as useful as he’d hoped.
