Day 31: Sun Room (Fourth Shift)

[screwthegods]

Though perhaps not entirely as successful as he wanted it to be, Homura walked away from lunch feeling satisfied with his efforts. Roland and Fai both had shown interest in the goal, and that was enough for the moment. Homura could be patient, had already been for five hundred years, and felt no harm in waiting another five hundred if he had to. He would have his goals realized, no matter what obstacles he faced, be they from the prison or those trapped within.

But now was time for business of a different sort, and the demi-god made his way to the Sun Room, near the common board. He made sure he could be seen from the entrance to the cafeteria, knowing that one stranger and one member of his own group both wanted to meet with him. It worked out well enough, especially given that the stated purpose of the History Club was simple.

Revenge and escape.

For now, Homura had no intention of revealing that it'd grown more complicated than that.

[Waiting for L and Junior]

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[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

"If it's babysitting to keep your teammates from killing themselves, no wonder you cared enough to ditch them five or six times," Schuldig observed, rolling his eyes. "As if you have any room to talk about being a liability, with your tendency to just abandon the rest of your team at random intervals - there isn't one of you in Weiss who hasn't nearly gotten the rest killed somehow, or thought of just leaving the others behind to go off on his own, and you've always been the worst of the lot." He extended a few fingers, dagger-like, in Aya's direction. "And, for the record, saying 'well, whether he lives or dies, I won't interfere' means that you've washed your hands of any responsibility as to his life and whether or not it continues, particularly when I've made it perfectly clear to you that he will die without someone's intervention. How do you define giving up on someone? Are you giving yourself points for being a devoted friend because you haven't actually quit Weiss and walked off soulfully into the horizon this time?"

The telepath eased himself up off the couch. "I don't know why I expected help from you, when your primary skill beyond hitting things with swords is walking away from problems and letting other people deal with them, but thanks for nothing all the same. I liked my Weiss better."

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

Aya had to wonder if they came from different universes after all. He had walked out on Weiss the last time more than five or six years ago, and every last one of those times he had came back. Schuldig's numbers were also royally fucked. The fact that Schuldig's information about him was also five or six years old was not enough to explain. It was pointless to even think about answering that. Completely pointless.

"You're not supposed to like Weiss, Schuldig," he said calmly. It felt slightly odd that the German came across this childish after all the years Aya had thought of him as someone he ought to fear to some extend. It was really hard to accomplish that right now.

"But, since you insist being an ass. I'll give you this," maybe having something to argue about would make it easier to storm off. Goodbye, Schuldig. "I've been the leader of Weiss for some years. And came back the moment Weiss was reformed, even if it meant I had to take a gun to my own head to do so. You obviously know nothing about me. I don't know why you expected help from me either, I don't excel in the mindfuck department."

He shrugged slightly, focusing his sleepy gaze at the German. "And Schuldig, just an advice for the future, even I know that you're not asking for help when you come with your guns blazing like that. If you were really thinking about Yohji, your approach would have been completely different."

Despite his desire to get rid of Schuldig, Aya was prepared to block a hit or two. He always was when in close proximity to Schwarz.