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[misakiyata]

[A rather young looking redhead appears on the screen, looking extremely annoyed. Well, he's usually annoyed, but people watching most likely don't know that because he's new to the tower, assuming the people here are strangers. ]

"So...they bring us here and tell us our world has been destroyed and saved us. Yeah, okay, maybe that's a possibility... (after all, hadn't Mikoto-san's power been going out of control when he and that shitty monkey had been fighting the Black Dog? Not even he couldn't deny it then. Had Mikoto-san actually...done it?) So what the hell do the people in this tower want with us?"

[He's talking very excitedly, and here he pauses to take a much needed breath

"How can we be sure it isn't the people of the Tower who destroyed our world? He bites his lip here, not wanting to admit that it was probably actually his hero that destroyed his world in his particular case) Yeah, I'm pretty sure some of you already wondered that. But I just got here and I want to know what the people already living here think..."

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[misakiyata]

...You don't remember? We fought the Black Dog together...we...were on the same team again...and it...

[He trails off here, leaving a lot things unsaid. He'd almost enjoyed fighting by the monkey's side. again. But it was also sad, because it reminded him of why he'd taken the damn traitor leaving him so hard]

[knifeinthe]

[... Fushimi's not quite sure how to deal with the feelings and confusion Yata is bringing out of him.]

And for what reason would we be fighting the Black Dog? Just what are you trying to pull, Misaki?

[misakiyata]

[His tone softens. Even though there's a lot of baggage between the two of them,, he can't deny he's talking to someone he once considered a friend- a best friend, even. He may not have reached the point where he can act like the past never happened, but...he couldn't just...not admit things had changed.]

...Hm. Seems like you don't remember. Well, there was a huge fight between the Reds and Blues and The Black Dog shows up and tells us to stop fighting. You and I basically tell him to fuck off and take him on. It felt good, to be doing something by your side...

[He gives the other a glare. He definitely doesn't want to give the wrong impression. His voice begins to raise and he looks more agitated than he did a moment ago.]

But don't think this means I've forgotten that you stabbed me in the fucking back!

[knifeinthe]

[There's a brief flicker to Fushimi's eyes as he considers this information. One might hear him mutter about having not been given orders yet, whatever that means, and about something else - something much more faint. But the moment doesn't last long before there's a sneer, a hook in his smile. Because, oh, this is familiar and far less confusing.]

Aaah, that's right. [He laughs thinly, with an impatient twitch to his fingers, because the video feed isn't nearly satisfying enough.] And I would do it again, if I could.

[misakiyata]

[He knows Fushimi is just trying to set him off. And...had the circumstances been normal- that is, they were in their own world with their respective clans still in tact- those words would have been enough to make him rage.]

...And I suppose you expect...or want, rather...me to lose my shit over that and either start yelling at you or challenge you to a fight like I'd normally do?

[He is, indeed, much, much calmer than he normally would be. Perhaps it's enough to put Fushimi off him, or maybe not. He doesn't particularly care. Because he's realized something...]

You'd stab me in the back again if you could, would you? You think you're telling me something I don't know by now? Tell me. If I were to let you kill me- would you do it?

[He knows he's not being his usual self at the moment, but he's not concerned at all about it. He's watching his former friend's face for signs of a reaction. He wasn't exactly trying to turn the tables on their feud...but, none the less, this would be interesting.]

[knifeinthe]

[The question wipes the manic sneer clean off Fushimi's face. He wasn't expecting that - he's not used to such mellowed reactions from Misaki, not anymore. There's a very distinct pause before Fushimi sighs.

And avoids the question entirely.]

... `tch, what a pain. [He looks away from the video.] I don't want to hear this from someone who once said they'd kill me themselves.

[misakiyata]

Hm. You're right, I did say that. But...not even you can deny things have changed since then.

[Yata doesn't miss the fact that Fushimi's avoided the question. This will make things either much easier or much more difficult, depending on Fushimi's next answer.]

...So, tell me, what do you want, Saruhiko? There's no HOMRA or Mikoto-san here, so guess where all of my attention can go?

[knifeinthe]

... hah. [He's still not facing the video.] If you're smart, you'll put your attention towards finding a way out of this hellhole.

Ah, but that's asking for a bit much of you, isn't it.

[misakiyata]

Fuck you, you shitty fucking monkey.

[Ah, there's his old self.]

I don't see you with some brilliant plan to get out of here.

[He suddenly has another train of thought, shown by a pause in speech and change in tone.]

...So this place is actually pretty bad?

[knifeinthe]

[He makes a bitter-sounding noise that could almost be considered a laugh.]

"Pretty bad" is an understatement, we'd all be better off if they had left us to our destroyed worlds.

[misakiyata]

...Is that you being the pessimistic bastard you usually are about every fucking thing or is this place really that bad?

[He knows this place is probably horrible but he can't ignore he knows Fushimi can overkill in the pessimism department.]

[knifeinthe]

[Clicks his tongue.]

Whatever, you're free to go find out for yourself.

[misakiyata]

Or you can stop being an overly pessimistic asshole and tell me the actual details on this place. Damn drama queen.

[Well, except, Fushimi isn't loud like a drama queen. The term isn't quite correct, but Yata doesn't have a better word to throw at him now.]

[knifeinthe]

...


... you can't hold down any food until you eat the disgusting oatmeal. We're forced to room with other people. The chests at the foot of the beds only bring so much with them. Collar check ups are a pain. The tower has too many floors to climb and is crawling with monsters; the elevator doesn't help. There's no sense as to what happens within the tower, for example: in the past month there was an incident concerning people that were apparently brought over from another world. In that same month, I encountered tape recorders that made me fall in "love" with others. A woman involved in that mess then proceeded to beat me with her club and shield. And most recently there was a recording of a man being eaten broadcast over the network.

Are you satisfied?

[misakiyata]

...A man being eaten? What the fuck?

[Yata's not actually as shaken by that as he's making it out to be. He's trying to hide the fact that he'd rather deal with that then deal with the fact Mikoto-san...destroyed...no, he mustn't think like that...]

You? In love? That's fucking hilarious. You can't even be a good best friend. I bet you'd be shit at being a boyfriend.

[He laughs a bit here, but inside he's glad he's found something to take his mind off what's actually bothering him.]

[knifeinthe]

You're one to talk, Misaki.

[Fushimi's tone as detached as ever, though there is a cold, sharpness in the way he stresses on Yata's name. For a moment, the line is left hanging as that.

... but then.]

Last I remember, you could barely manage the word "breasts" in casual conversation, let alone talk to a girl.

[misakiyata]

...Being a little shy does't mean I won't make a good boyfriend, idiot!

[He looks flustered now. He was hoping this bastard would't bring up that really embarrassing thing that happened when he'd showered at the bar. They'd bee comrades..friends...in HOMRA together...back then...]

E-even though I have trouble talking to girls, if I ever get over it I bet I'd be a better boyfriend than you!

[Is he...like, trying to start a challenge or something...? There's no way that could end well...]

[knifeinthe]

[There's no way that could end well at all. Misaki. Misaki, what are you doing.]

Oh, but that's still assuming it's possible you'll ever grow out of your cooties phase, isn't it?

[misakiyata]

...G-girls don't have "cooties", you shitty monkey! I never even believed that when I was a kid, never mind now! You ought to know, you were my best friend.

[He glares at Fushimi, temporarily distracted from the seriousness of their situation.]

[knifeinthe]

Hah. [He sneers.] The past means nothing when the present you still acts otherwise.

[misakiyata]

...Has anyone ever told you that you're a really depressing person that literally sucks the the joy out of everyfuckingthing?

[Yes, pretty sure if no one else has, he has.]

Not that there's any joy here, I'm just sayin' there's another reason you're a shit best friend and would be an even shittier boyfriend.

[knifeinthe]

Is that meant to bother me? I have no interest in such things in the first place - being someone's boyfriend or your best friend.

[shortstature]

And you think I don't know this? If I'd known you were such shit and showing any kind of loyalty or commitment I wouldn't have wasted my time with you.

[Of course, he's a little more stung by that comment than he cared to let on.]

[knifeinthe]

... aah, is that so? Unlike you, I've better things to do than blindly follow a group of immoral thugs.

After all, how did that work out for you? Hmm? Misaki?

[shortstature]

[And here comes the temper tantrum. He's angry now; his voice is rising and he's speaking very quickly.]

It sure as fuck worked better than actually trying to follow you, you fucking traitor bastard! At least they didn't leave me when shit got rocky! And yeah, maybe Mikoto-san wasn't the most stable person, but don't you fucking dare say he had bad intentions for any of us! Not even that fucking Blue shithead that you call your King now!

[He takes a deep breath, appearing to calm himself.]

You know. I'm glad I found that weren't the type of person that believed in honesty, loyalty, and respect early on. Or else you probably would have actually fucked me over, you two timing bastard!