[Video/Action] First Stitch, revisited ℵ

[sewdamncute]

Video
[The journal opens up when Kanji's foot tips it over. The camera shows the tree tops, leaves dark and green with tiny splotches of a blue sky showing through. The voice of an irate male is heard shouting at the top of his lungs at no one in particular.]

Can't believe I'm back here with these dumb ass wings. The fuck is wrong with these stupid bastards that they can't leave me back home where things are finally calm?! It's Golden Week!

And why the hell are these wings so...pink? Do I look like a dude who wears pink?

[And suddenly, Kanji's very angry face is in front of the camera. It's obvious that he's in the New Feather pants and no shirt. He really doesn't look like a guy who should even know what the color pink is, let alone wear it.

His grey eyes go wide before a slight blush shows on his cheeks.]

Fuck!

[And then the journal is slammed shut.]

Action
[Later, when he's dressed in his normal clothes, Kanji can be found looking for a place to stay, since he already knows how Luceti works. After finding an apartment, he's going grocery shopping and stopping off to get some supplies to occupy his time.

He'll also stop off at Seventh Heaven for dinner and to see who's working there. He stops off at the school and Azalea to check in with his former teacher. He would like to see when the school is back in session.]

Comments

[mysicksadlife]

[Her lips quirk upward - just a little.]

I'm going to say you're still perceptive.

[sewdamncute]

I got my moments, I guess.

[It's almost like talking to Chie. Not hard, but not completely easy either. He can deal with this, pretty much.]

So, anything strange happen while I was gone?

[mysicksadlife]

It'd go a lot quicker to name strange things that didn't happen, but that's its own definition of normal here.

[sewdamncute]

Yeah, I got that feelin' the last time I was here...

[He looks through the journal, hoping to see some sign of his two senpai and coming up with nothing.]

You...do you know what happened to Yu Narukami and Yukiko Amagi?

[If Daria doesn't know, then he'll have to check with the girl at the shrine. Once he remembers her name.]

[mysicksadlife]

Sorry, I don't really know many people here. I couldn't guess if they're here or disappeared yet.

[sewdamncute]

Thanks anyway.

[It was a long shot anyway. Daria didn't strike him as particularly outgoing the first time. And maybe that's why he remembered her name so easily. She's a bit of a social outcast like him.]

I'll just ask around later.

[How do small talk with girls?]

So, uh, you been okay then?

[mysicksadlife]

I guess so... [There's a hesitancy there that suggests 'yes, but not entirely 100%'.]

Listen, don't think I'm crazy for saying it, but weird things have been happening for awhile now. Like things being done when you know you didn't do them, or not done when you know you finished.

At least, when I know I did or didn't do them. And my sister isn't the elves-cobbling-shoes-at-night type.

[sewdamncute]

[He stares at the journal for a minute, obviously trying to piece together what she's saying with what he knows.]

Wait, you mean like with those stupid shifts? They're messin' with time now?

[mysicksadlife]

Something like that. But I thought that was still pretty much science fiction. Then again, so is being here in the first place.

[sewdamncute]

Yeah, I ain't really into that type of thing, but it seems like somethin' out of a bad movie's plot. Why not fuckin' with time on top of kidnappin'?

[He's not taking it as nonchalantly as he sounds, okay. He just doesn't know what the hell to say.]

[mysicksadlife]

One makes as much sense as the other, at least. Just be careful, I guess, or something.

[sewdamncute]

Nothing around here makes sense. That's one thing I learned on my own.

[And he tried to share with her during the shift where they met.]

I can take care of myself. But you look out for you too.

[He blushes but doesn't stop himself from speaking again.]

And, uh, if you need some help, lemme know.

[mysicksadlife]

[She's really not sure how to interpret that blush, but she's going to just concentrate on being glad it's on his face and not hers.]

... Thanks. Um. You, too. For whatever I can do. I'm not one of these superheroes around here.

[sewdamncute]

[Well, if this time is anything like the last he was here, he's still got access to his Persona and all his magic and skills, but he was out fighting biker gangs solo before then. He's got some issues.]

Takes all kinds, yeah? Not everyone needs to be a superhero to help though.

[He learned that bit from Dojima-san, who was a just a detective with the Inaba police force.]

[mysicksadlife]

Yeah. I've got that. But in a place where so many people are, or claim to be, there's not much I can do.

[That someone else can't do better, is the real problem - just like the problem always seemed to be even with mundane things like her writing.]

[sewdamncute]

Yeah, well, I can't see me doin' calculus either. I don't see how that makes me worthless as a person.

[Despite what the stupid teachers back home said. Calculus just didn't make sense.]

[mysicksadlife]

Calculus, I can handle. But there isn't much need for it here. Not that I'd have been using it much as a journalist...but there's no newspaper here either.

[sewdamncute]

Your school had a newspaper back home?

[Did his? He doesn't even remember.]

[mysicksadlife]

Yeah. It wasn't a big one or anything, but it existed. I thought most high schools had them. In some form, anyway.

[sewdamncute]

I...I dunno. That's never been my thing.

[Just showing up to school for the whole day is something he's been working on back home.]

[mysicksadlife]

I wanted to write. For a career, I mean. [She wanted to make a difference, really.]

[sewdamncute]

Huh, well, that's a good thing. Bein' a journalist is...[He doesn't know. The last journalist/social commentator he heard about was the first victim of that stupid ass Adachi.]

I, uh, never thought about what I was gonna do after school. Family owns a business. Only child. Figured I'd take it over when I was old enough.

[mysicksadlife]

Is that what you want to do? [Because he makes it sound like it's for lack of a better idea.]

[sewdamncute]

Never really thought about it. Spent the last few years...causin' trouble and fightin'. I mean, I like workin' in the shop. I'm good at it and everyone likes my work. I guess I do wanna take it over.

[He just wants to make his cute plushies. He can do that if he works at his family's shop. It's not that hard to figure out.]

[mysicksadlife]

I'm sure it's a good job, but isn't there something you want to do?

[Among her friends, she's... really used to people who know what they want in life. Even back home, Jodi was an overachiever, Jane was an artist, Trent was a musician... and all of them were working hard to break into the jobs and careers they wanted. Daria was, too.]