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呉島 貴虎 | kureshima takatora ([personal profile] heavenlydecree) wrote2014-09-19 10:58 pm

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[If there was one thing Takatora was sure he should have learned by now, it would be how to keep his life in perfect running order. He had been the head of Yggdrasill's Research and Development branch from the moment he'd left high school and even before that, his father had kept him on a tight and strict schedule, never a second unaccounted for or left out of place. Unfortunately, with all of Takatora's scheduling and trying to squeeze an extra hour into every day, he still felt as though he never had time for anything, let alone everything. Even his weekends left little time for himself, though Takatora was also painfully aware of his obsession with triple-checking everything under his command and bringing such weight onto himself. He couldn't allow for errors.

His morning routine started a bit later on the weekends, if only because Takatora knew he had to catch up on sleep at some point to make up for running himself ragged. Getting sick was something he couldn't risk. The usual morning routine went by quickly: dragging himself out of bed (he'd never become a morning person, as much as he wanted to), showering, getting dressed, checking for any news or alerts while he had been sleeping. Thankfully, nothing important had happened during the night. Takatora always lived with the fear of something awful happening while he was asleep that he would be unprepared for, but every morning brought the same temporary relief. For now.

Takatora headed out of his room after an hour or so, still checking his phone as he made his way down the hall and towards the stairs. Ryouma already wanted to talk to him about something, which was mildly surprising as Ryouma rarely (never) got out of bed so early, which meant he'd been up all night again. Stepping past one of the maids, Takatora spoke a return greeting to her as he continued on, paying more attention to typing out messages than his surroundings.]
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-20 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Micchy knew something was wrong from the moment he woke up.]

[Sleep was important both for school and for dance. He knew that, and he tried to keep himself on a good schedule that included enough. Not everything could be planned, and he knew that, but he did as much as he could. He'd packed his bag, stuffing it in his closet inside another backpack. He'd found that if he folded everything carefully it could fit, and he could keep his dance clothing hidden from the prying eyes of the maids or his brother.]

[The plan was to get up, get dressed, go out, and find somewhere to change. He hated using public restrooms, but he could change in there. Never in the same one twice within a month, and never with the same staff around. Out there, he was just Micchy, not Mitsuzane.]

[Today, though... he felt sluggish. Slow. His body ached in a way that had nothing to do with dancing and his throat was scratchy. Logically, he should just stay in bed, but he'd promised he would be there. It wasn't that bad, and it probably wasn't something he could pass on, but he'd stop to get a face mask on the way.]

[He dressed carefully, enough to look good while outside but not things that could get wrinkled easily in his bag during the day, and headed out down the hallway. He could hear Takatora's footsteps, and he straightened himself out. He had a science textbook in his bag - the plan was to tell him that he was going outside to study and examine plants for a biology test. But he felt himself wavering as he kept walking, movements too stiff and expression slightly pained.]
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, no. I should be apologizing... in any case.

[It doesn't take him long to finish his biology review, and he moves on to math, pulling out a calculator. It takes him a lot less time, and he finishes it with time to spare. He considers what to do, and fishes through his bag until he pulls out Paradise Lost.]

[It keeps him occupied enough until Takatora is ready to go, at least, and thankfully it doesn't take too long to get home.]
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[personal profile] neverunderstood 2014-09-23 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
[It's just past nine in the morning when Ryouma finds himself in the kitchen, nursing a glass of water and playing on his phone. Nothing interesting or unusual to report, according to Minato, which is good, because he wasn't planning on going back into work for the day anyway. He'd been up for far too many hours and honestly, he had no idea why he was awake now other than having to roll out of bed to get something to drink and feeling restless.

So now, he was leaning back against the counter, dressed in one of Takatora's t-shirts and a pair of loose-fitting pants (Takatora was not nearly as skinny as he was), off in his own little world.]
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[He hadn't meant to fall asleep at the garage, but it was too late now. The constant battles kept wearing at him, and he had to stay up and study, and sleep just enough to keep his grades up. Grades didn't seem so important anymore, but he'd promised.]

[He'd forgotten to send his brother a message that he was falling asleep elsewhere, though. Now it was close to midnight, and he was definitely going to be in trouble. He pulled up his phone, and texted Takatora.]

I'm at a friend's. Please don't worry.

[Maybe he shouldn't go home tonight at all. He couldn't help but feel the pressure there, even more so now that he knew about what was going on. Groggily, he sat up and looked around to see if there was anyone else around while he waited for a response.]
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-26 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Thankfully it doesn't take him long to get home. His other clothes are tucked away - he'll definitely have to get them cleaned sooner rather than later. He's still somewhat tired, but he sends Kouta a quick text as he approaches his house. He looks around carefully as he enters and takes off his shoes.]

Nii-san? Are you home?
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-26 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[He didn't trust anything that Ryouma told him. Or at least not most of it, but he had to make sure. With both himself and Kouta 'off-duty', there was only one other option he had for finding out if there was trouble the previous night. Going off to find Bravo was not an option at all.]

[So he headed off to find Baron's stage once he was done with some studying. He didn't want to to approach them at their base, but once they were done with a song they should be easy enough to grab. He kept his Gaim clothes in the bag, too, but didn't wear anything fancy either. This wasn't Gaim business and it wasn't 'Mitsuzane Kureshima' business. This was just business as one concerned person to another. Hopefully.]

[... As long as no one on Baron decided to object to him being there.]
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[personal profile] hanamichi_on_stage 2014-09-26 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kouta wasn't sure exactly how he'd managed to stumble onto the Inves or exactly where it had come from, but unfortunately it had already evolved by the time he had arrived. It made panic rise in his chest that he couldn't tell where the crack was, but what took priority was helping people and not tracking down the way to stop it just yet. He had been on his way to meet up and practice with the others, but there wasn't enough time to alert anyone. He knew Micchy would want to know, but... neutralizing threats was Kouta's priority.]

Hey! Come on!

[Kouta removed his lockseed from the clip on the back of his jeans, holding it up. Good. That was enough to draw attention to him, allowing time for civilians to get out of the way. With a quick transformation, Kouta was up and fighting his enemy, focused only on keeping him away from anyone (which, thankfully, the area had mostly cleared out by this point) and defeating him as quickly as possible.

Hopefully things wouldn't get too complicated.]
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[personal profile] hanamichi_on_stage 2014-09-27 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes considerable effort for Kouta to drag himself out of the area and back to the garage. It's not until he's at the door to go back inside that he realizes he's still never contacted Micchy, but it's a bit too late to do that now if the other happens to be inside. He pushes the door open, shuffling in, and immediately goes to lay down on the couch.]
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[personal profile] hanamichi_on_stage 2014-09-29 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[It was only an hour or so after practice and everyone was starting to go home for the night. Kouta was still dressed in his hoodie with his sleeves pushed up, casually leaning back on the couch and watching as everyone else headed out. It wasn't like he had anything else to do for the night, plus Mai had left early and he was the only other one who could lock up afterwards.]