Dayshift 42: Morning - Magus Park

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Senna stepped off the bus to wind blowing through the clothes she was given. A sad face at one of the nurses allowed her a long red scarf as well, and once she had draped it around her neck and let it hang down her back, she had trotted off.

The park she had saw last time seemed a good place to be on the look-out for the chicks from last night. It was close to the buses, and a big enough place that if they remembered that they had a race date, it would suit its purpose. The girl ran to a place in the middle of the field and waited there, shifting her weight from side to side. After a while, this wasn't enough, and Senna traded back and forth between jogging in place and acrobatics--the easy flips and cartwheels keeping her warm.

Her mind had changed in the night before. She had gotten a taste of what leadership entailed, and she wasn't sure she had rose to the occasion or not. She knew she had tried her best, and had been willing to give as much as she had, but it hadn't been enough. She knew this. Hokuto, at least, had gotten hurt, and in the end, they still hadn't explored more than the schoolhouse. They really needed a different approach with that place.

She went back and forth internally, body going through the motions and reflexes of her movements.

[for... Falis, Hokuto, Meche, and Soma?--and down to here]

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[moral-liberty.livejournal.com]

Factor? Kaworu noted that his attacker had used the word twice in a fashion he was unaccustomed to. 'Factor' had periodically come up when Lilim attempted to tutor him, but this context made the word foreign in a whole new way.

But after the older boy withdrew, Kaworu felt more like himself. His typical vague expression returned to him, but it was laced with puzzlement instead of anything resembling smugness. The other was significantly taller than he was, with hair that was similarly gray, only darker. The darker boy's expression was still obviously agitated, but his aggression seemed to have been cooled some.

"Kaworu Nagisa," he answered with a subtle tilt of his head. Curiosity began to slip into his voice, cutting through some of his usual fogginess. "Who are you? Do you know me?"

[number-crunch.livejournal.com]

"Kaworu, huh?" he muttered, noting the name. No matter how many permutations he went through in his head, connecting the names "Kaworu Nagisa" and "Yoshiya Kiryu" was nearly impossible. The kid's space-case attitude wasn't anything like that yoctogram's either. Was it just a coincidence? That still didn't explain the kid's answer; had he also just happened to die before coming here? Sho recalled reading something about the dead coming back to life here... hex, they had shifted him from the UG to the RG, so why not others?

"Sho Minamimoto," he said shortly, leaving off anything about his title. After that hassle with the Reaper he'd met yesterday, it seemed unlikely some picometer who wasn't even a Reaper would understand. Unless he was one...

"You just bear an unlikely superficial resemblance to someone I deleted recently," he explained still eying him suspiciously. "But given how you answered, I can extrapolate that you were deleted recently, right?"

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"Yes," Kaworu admitted, having to assume that deletion was the equivalent of death. It was yet another strange use of an otherwise mundane term, but at least he could determine the purpose of this one. Kaworu pushed some of his hair out of his eyes and smiled considerately at Sho because it usually seemed to be the best thing to do. But Sho's reactions were wild, and Kaworu suspected that overtures of kindness would do little to calm him.

"Though you are most certainly not the one who ended my life, if that is what you mean," Kaworu elaborated. A brief flash of a dark, wide cavern and the sensation of the air leaving his lungs before his body gave way caused Kaworu to pause a beat. Deletion was not a bad term for his death. "I have never seen a Lilim that resembles you, nor speaks like you."

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Then it was just a coincidence. This hectopascal was of no relation to the composer, or if he was, it was by so many degrees of freedom to be completely irrelevant. Or had Landel planned this meeting? Was he overcalculating?

"Lilim?" he said, frowning at the term. Was that another word for "reaper"? Had Kaworu identified his function? No, it was more likely that was what he called humans, though given that statement, the next variable was what was this hectopascal, if not homo sapiens? "What the hex that? And what are you?"

[Continue into the Noon shift?]

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[Totally! Moved over to the noon post here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/660625.html?thread=54944145#t54944145).]