guardsthestorm: (* Something isn't right here.)
guardsthestorm ([personal profile] guardsthestorm) wrote2010-09-27 10:08 pm

[Event Post]

*Regardless of who appears at the park, a figure stands in the middle of it during the early evening hours of the 27th.

One most likely wouldn't recognize him as the copy of Kantai Sekuta that's been causing trouble recently-- what with the blueish-white hair, the armor, or anything else about him. But, he is waiting, ready to strike once the real one makes his appearance.*


(( This is mainly for the purposes of threading with myself in order to resolve things. However, I am still willing to generally thread with people if one has any ideas. ))

[identity profile] guardsthestorm.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
So simple. And yet you can't accept something like this, right?

Or maybe you just don't want to accept it.

[identity profile] lust-ai-love.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
... Accept what? ::Stares at you like you're a two-headed banana.::

[identity profile] guardsthestorm.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
That this...

*Shifts back to Seku form* And this, could be the same person.

[identity profile] lust-ai-love.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
... I'm sorry dear, I wasn't paying attention. What were you saying?

::I don't think this is working.::

[identity profile] guardsthestorm.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
*No, it's not. He shifts back.*

Maybe it's best to keep to this, then. Keep it less confusing, in case he decides to show up.

[identity profile] guardsthestorm.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
Your lover. Kantai, Sekuta.

[identity profile] lust-ai-love.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
You mean Kantai, Sekuta. Last I checked, I wasn't sleeping with a Itanka Takuse. ::Staring at you.::

[identity profile] guardsthestorm.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
... ... Ai, I think you might need to rest.

*Actually almost looks worried at you*

[identity profile] lust-ai-love.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
... Why would I need rest?

[identity profile] guardsthestorm.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
You seem to be hearing my words backwards.

[identity profile] lust-ai-love.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Because you were saying them backwards, moron?

[identity profile] guardsthestorm.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm. I wasn't, which is why I'm becoming increasingly worried for your state.

[identity profile] lust-ai-love.livejournal.com 2010-09-29 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Sure, whatever you say, cherie.

[identity profile] lust-ai-love.livejournal.com 2010-09-29 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
And why should I listen to you? I don't even know you.

[identity profile] guardsthestorm.livejournal.com 2010-09-29 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
*... shifts back*

Would you listen if I'm like this?

[identity profile] lust-ai-love.livejournal.com 2010-09-29 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
What, trying to be a Hollywood movie star, dear?

[identity profile] guardsthestorm.livejournal.com 2010-09-29 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. Of course not.

I do think you need to rest, though.

[identity profile] lust-ai-love.livejournal.com 2010-09-29 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Not feeling tired, to be honest.

[identity profile] guardsthestorm.livejournal.com 2010-09-29 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
... I have decent reason to think that you need to rest, other than that.

[identity profile] lust-ai-love.livejournal.com 2010-09-29 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
... Well, I guess if you say so, dear...?

[identity profile] guardsthestorm.livejournal.com 2010-09-29 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
I insist on it.

*He places a chilly hand onto Ai's shoulder, urging her*

Please, go rest.

[identity profile] lust-ai-love.livejournal.com 2010-09-29 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
::Jumps from the cold.:: R-right. Go rest. ::She then tries to leave a bit quickly, maybe from the shock?::

[identity profile] guardsthestorm.livejournal.com 2010-09-29 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
*... maybe. Or maybe it was from the cold.

One may never know.*