Day 59: Sun Room (4th Shift)

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After an intercom broadcast like that, Kurogane felt somewhat better about the little information he'd gotten from Harrington the previous night. The man only sounded competent when he needed to but was an idiot otherwise. Unfortunately that was furthered proof of the General not employing the brightest of staff members, making another option for information closed to them.

Kurogane was again some steps ahead of his escort when he reached the Sun Room and ignored the soldier further as the ninja headed to look over the bulletin. Last time he'd missed something, and he wasn't about to have that happen a second time. With some searching he located Tsubaki's messages to others he didn't know but found nothing either written by the magician or addressed to him. That being the case, he left the board without any of his own writing and sought out a chair over a couch. If he didn't leave open a space by him, he had a better chance of being left alone. Or so he believed.

[free bird! bear]

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[thesadist]

Daemon couldn't help but laugh at that. Tea and fish, oh yes, he remembered hearing complaints about that. Both Renji and Ren had talked about their country's food frequently. "Are you from Japan?" he asked in wry amusement, glancing down in interest once more.

When Badou carried on the game, humor lit Daemon's gaze and he gave the man a slow, sensual smile. It had been a while since he'd met someone who could dish it back and Badou's reply had a laugh tickling at the back of his throat, desperate to get out. "I've been told I have that effect. At least we can be mutually charming."

There. He actually managed to get that out with a straight face. Of course, that didn't last long and a chuckle escaped him anyway, unable to hold it back any longer.

At the serious question, he managed a nod. "Most of it, I think. Or at least most of what there is to know among us. I actually spoke to one of the soldiers last night, he was up in the Chapel. Despite the coup, Landel's still got some power here. Aguilar's not very happy about it."

[strayfag]

Badou shook his head at the question. "Nah, Germany. I'm not interested in tea leaves unless I can roll 'em up and smoke 'em - which is a bad idea and don't even ask how I know." He certainly hadn't tried it at some sad point in his life.

More importantly, it occurred to him that he couldn't quite place Daemon either. The golden eyes and striking features were unusual, but he'd chalked it up to good old fetish-driven science without giving it any real thought. Admittedly, he was curious now. The novelty of other worlds never really wore off. "Mind if I ask where you're from?"

He got that Daemon was joking; the laughter was casual even if the smile really wasn't, and that made it possible to play along. He laughed at the comment. Yeah, he could believe that Romeo here had actually made some poor girl swoon. "If I'm charming, you, man," He waved hand vaguely in Damon's direction. "You're practically a public menace."

As for last night... he'd been otherwise occupied, but it was interesting to hear about the more hands-on approach the new management seemed to be taking. He wondered if this soldier was the person Renamon had contacted as well. "Yeah, he wouldn't be. With any luck it'll turn into something that works to our advantage."

[thesadist]

He had never heard of Germany, but thought it must be from Ren and Renji's world, if Badou recognized Japan. How many Japans could there be? When Badou asked him in return, Daemon chuckled and gave a one-shouldered shrug. "No where you've probably heard of. There's no Japan or Germany in my world, although I've learned of them here. There's only three Realms where I come from. The Light Realm, the Dark Realm, and Hell. I was in the Dark Realm - Kaeleer - when I was brought here."

It was there he missed, the place he now considered home. He had no intention of ever stepping foot in Terrielle again if he could help it, and he hoped it was a very long time before he officially crossed into his father's Realm as a resident. He wondered, if he died here, would he pass back home once more? Would he see his father? Lucivar? Jaenelle? Or would he just become a whisper in the Darkness, no matter how much power might be left to him? Would they ever know what became of him?

The thought was depressing and he brusquely pulled himself away from that trail, not liking where it led. Being able to fixate on the playful banter was much better and worked as a wonderful distraction. He chuckled over Badou's statement, looking outright pleased as well as amused.

"I've been called worse," he smiled, the expression sharp, but his eyes still bright with humor. "It's gained me a bit of a reputation back home." His charm, yes, although his other skills were more well known. Badou was probably better off not knowing about that, however...

"We can hope," he added in response about the power struggle between Landel and Aguilar. "Things sound a little tense overhead today. It'll be interesting to see who tries what tonight."