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008 — video [laptop] & open action.

Who: Banagher Links (

argents) & you!
When: February 25th
Where: Public city library, then going home.
What: General CR wrap-up before the boss battle.

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I missed classes for a few weeks, and now it feels like I'm never going to catch up. [ Illustrated by the fact that it looks like his eyeballs are about to fall out. He's parked in one of the corners of the public library, visible in the background, not working this time, but studying. Kind of. His workspace is littered with papers and packets, but most of them don't look very touched. Instead he's been playing a fruitless game of connect-the-memory-dots. ] So I tried to find out more about one of my first pulses instead. Something called "Laplace's Box". The same as this guy.

[ A networked wiki link for the 18th century mathematician. ]

Which doesn't seem like something that'd start a war, does it? I know what knowledge is capable of, but still. A lot of the concepts are close to things I remember... but they're a lot like clues I can't follow. This, space, the Earth, The Lady and the Unicorn — "to my one sole desire"...

[ SPACE AND UNICORNS AND THE FRENCH, THAT'S ALL HE'S GOT. COMPELLING. Banagher tosses his pen down. ]

I ought to go back to my homework. It's less complicated.

( ACTION )

[ And that's right where he'll be for the majority of the day. Half trying to backwards-research his pulses, half trying to catch up on his schoolwork from when he was out, supposedly 'recovering' from his gunshot injuries. Neither bears very successful results. Unless you count the status of the table he's taken over, which looks unrulier and unrulier as time goes by. Messy meant he was accomplishing something, right?

On the chair next to him, Haro sits in his winter coat, mercifully quiet. Though every now and again, he'll pipe up with a, "No luck! No luck!" ]

Quiet, Haro. They're going to kick you out for being noisy.

( ACTION, CLOSED TO KARL AURION )

[ After he's has his fill of trying to get his brain to comprehend both math and his past-alternate-live, Banagher decides to pack it in sometime during the afternoon and head home. All he'd gotten out of it was a case of deadeye and a headache, anyway. So he stuffs everything into his bag, swings his coat on, scoops up Haro, and heads out.

On his way, he has to pass by a pet shop. Which wasn't out of the ordinary at all, unless he counted who was seemingly on his way in. ]

— Mr. ...um, Aurion?

[ MAN THAT WAS WEIRD WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE MR. LOCKE ]

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[Lily's head was... okay, there was still a lot of junk circulating in it by after school on Tuesday. Still has a lot to think about, but... She's also got stuff to do. Other things to focus on. Better things to focus on.

Either way, she ends up at the library. Which is not... terribly shocking, nor that unusual a place for her to be. What does catch her attention, as she's wandering down one particular aisle, is that little voice piping up. Peeking her head out around a corner, she spots Banagher, recognition clicking in and... knowing that little voice could not possibly have come from him.

So, she approaches from behind.]

Winter's partner is a little quieter, usually.

[Not waiting for a response, she rounds the table to look down at him.]

Please tell me that's not a fairy, and you're not secretly also a Precure. That might get strange.

Edited 2014-02-25 07:07 (UTC)

[Jamie normally finds himself here at the public library around the end of the mouth for one soul reason, manga. That's right, the bookmobile always comes around the end of the month and hopefully the list Jamie had left the librarians was taken into consideration when they picked out more literature for the young adults section.

This young man has quite a few volumes in his arms when hey now - doesn't Jamie know that guy sitting at one of the study tables? When they first meet over the network he'd seen a video of Banagher, however after mostly exchanging text things didn't inertly click till he catches a glimpse.. Haro! That's his little robot, Jamie knows that guy, how could be forget the single most coolestly coolest thing he's ever seen on the network so far?!!

Holding onto his new issues tightly as he glaces over just to make double sure this is the person he thinks it is before sneaking in.. The older teen doesn't know Jamie isn't a college student, in fact, Banagher is in for a big surprise. What Jamie told him was that he was eighteen and starting college this year, well..] Um.. hi.

I'm ah.. [His voice drops down to a whisper.] I'm Jamie, from the network thing.

[His pride doesn't matter, all if brain is saying right now is 'robot robot real actual robot in the real as in robot real here now robot.' His manga is in a neat stack next to him as he sits across the table from his network acquaintance, wide eyes behind those middle schooler style glasses.]

[Gavin hasn't spoken to just about anyone in little over a month. He's been hiding since his first transformation, and had contacted a few people that had something to do with his apartment, but otherwise he'd kept quiet. It was only logical, until something flared up again or his anonymity with the police was reestablished. Still, Banagher's post makes him curious though. He hasn't spoken to him since that day in the hospital... since that night, so he really shouldn't be so abrupt about this. But Gavin isn't really feeling anything at the moment and it shows up in his voice. If it's even recognizable. It doesn't sound happy or carefree or concerned or... anything like he used to be.]

Laplace's Method of judging the stability of the universe proved to be horrible in comparison to modern day knowledge. Calling something Laplace's Box could be a metaphor for something unstable holding something chaotic. It is possible that it refers to a kind of terrible weapon.

[Yeah, hi bro. It's short and to the point, but he figures his reasoning might be helpful in some manner.]

Hey.

[For once, Asuka is relatively quiet. This is a library after all, and she was hypothetically here to write a paper.]

You posted that Laplace question earlier, right?

[On Facebook, clearly. Asuka's finally gotten passable at identifying herself to Network people in real life without sounding suspicious.]

[ This fifteen year old has been picking up books littered throughout the library for the last ten minutes and he's passed by and lingered a few times. Seeing the familiar face from the network piqued his attention, but it's really Haro's chattering that instigates him to investigate. Cat's suddenly hovering a hand out over one of the many books from the opposite side of the table, but gaping at Haro instead of really paying attention.]

Um.. [ He wiggles the fingers of one hand over the nearest book, but tucked in his other arm is a single book on the same subjects - one Banagher hadn't pulled out yet, but probably useless all the same. ]

Are you done with these?

Edited (ugh icons why do you never work) 2014-02-25 13:39 (UTC)

[Julien is here to return a book on hydroponics, and also to pace a little. The suggestions of lines around his eyes, new since November when they last met, suggest that he's worn out.]

Hey. You look terrible.

[ He's looking for some reference books when he chances upon the boy but it's not Banagher or the messy table that draw his attention. It's the round robot on the chair next to him. Almost immediately, without any warning, he stands there frozen as a vision flashes through in his mind.

Several round robots in different colours floats around somewhere.

A corridor, somewhere that looks metallic and sterile.

And their name. ]

Haro...

[ He frowns upon realizing that he has spoken the name aloud. ]

[ At the sound of the remark from behind him, Banagher tips back in his chair curiously. Balancing it on its hind two legs, all he catches is a momentary flash of dark hair before he has to right himself. His eyebrows raise as he considers her quip, glancing over to Haro and then back again; this is probably the most amused he's been in hours. ]

If you guys are all about magic, then... I'd say we're your opposites. You know what they say about truth and fiction, though.

[ A beat, and he amends his 'greeting' with a real one. ]

Hey.

Hello, Banagher.

[Her eyes shoot to where the winter coat sits, and she lingers on it for just a moment too long. Still, whatever made that sound probably didn't need to be seen in public, so she just drifts back towards him.]

Is that so? What you can do isn't magic then, is it?

[It was the first thing that sprung to mind. Not that she really wants to think much about his particular abilities in that moment. Nor was it that she's distrustful of him. He didn't seem like the sort to use such a thing maliciously, but she does feel a bit... mentally guarded around him all the same, and sort of hates herself for that very fact. Her emotions had been running on high lately though, so she tries to justify it all the same.

She reaches out for a chair across from him.]

Do you mind? I could probably use someone calm to talk with today after the school nearly burned down.

[A pause, and she gives a look that says to not be that concerned.] Russel can summon a firebird now, apparently. Things happened.

[ Banagher is in for a big surprise, though it occurs to him somewhat belatedly. Mostly because he fails to place anyone he knows as being that young, besides Holly. So when the boy goes to sit opposite him after the brief greeting, he looks a little lost. Idly, he balances his pen in his hand without writing, trying to remember. He hopes the kid isn't mad it doesn't strike him right away — though thankfully, his company doesn't leave him guessing, even if it does make him look the tiniest bit more confused. ]

Hi, Jamie...? [ For a moment, it's visible in his expression that his thought train is slowly stalling. Then, it hits him. ] Jamie!

[ Give him a second to recalibrate his mental image, here. If he's mad, he's hiding it well.

(Spoilers: he isn't.) ]

Sorry, you even said... [ His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper too. ] ...from the network, but it took me a second. You knew all about the robots, and the unicorn symbol, right?

[ Just... making sure that he's got the right Jamie. ]

[ A reply sent directly to his number catches him off-guard. Banagher hadn't asked anything entirely worth keeping hush-hush about, even by his own standards. What unsettles him more, however, is the voice that he registers as Gavin's on the other end. Gavin's, and yet... not. At first, anger curls through him, for not having heard from him all this time. Soon enough, concern roils up to overtake it. There's a solid few seconds where he's trying to actually focus on the reply given to him, but nothing about it sits right. The first being —

It sounded like him, but it didn't sound like him.

So Banagher can't help but venture: ]

Gavin? That's you, right?

Of course.

[Why wouldn't it be him?]

If there is doubt, I'm not sure how I could convince you otherwise. I will assure you I wasn't killed by the Blood Keys and that the police did not interfere with me in any way.

[ Looking like he's about ready to close his face up in a book and be done with it, Banagher is (thankfully, he thinks) startled out of his this-makes-no-sense-and-never-will lull. Mostly by the directness of the question. In relation to it being network-only, anyway. ]

...Yeah, I did. Hey?

[ Setting the book flat on the table, he does stop to think she looks familiar. ]

[ Banagher's used to turning out people on his peripherals while studying, it was the only way he got by in classes, with his mind's tendency to drift. Especially lately. So when someone approaches head-on and asks him something, Banagher lifts his gaze quickly, blinking some clarity back into his expression. There's a moment as if he doesn't get what he's being asked, and has to look between the book and the boy to draw the connection.

When he does, he straightens, dropping his hand from his chin. ]

Oh, no... I wasn't using it that much, if you want it! [ Which is an earnest enough offer, if not one that tapered off at the end. Mostly because he draws the connection between his gaze and Haro. Briefly, he smiles a bit. ] Sorry, if he bugged you.

[ Banagher senses Julien almost instantly, the intent behind the light railing he gets even before he hears it spoken aloud. His pen stops. ]

I've looked worse, trust me.

[ Despite his best attempts to distract himself, there is a rare little pocket of time during this visit in which Banagher actually starts one of his papers. His luck being what it is, however, that blissful streak of normalcy is completely shattered by the one word spoken aloud behind him. Banagher knew he'd shushed Haro by name a few times, but this was... different.

It felt different.

With his elbow perched on the back of the chair, Banagher is able to conceal how his hands have gone a little tense.

And he manages, smartly: ]

...What?

[Clamping both hands on the back of the chair next to Banagher - the one without Haro - Julien leans forwards, stretching his back, then draws it out and sits astride.]

You been sleeping all right? I know there's been a lot going on.

No, it's... really cute! [ He pauses a moment to smile at what he assumes in a toy before scraping up some of the books that Banagher doesn't seem to be using. Cat drags them toward the edge of the table into a neat stack he intends to put away. In their place, he shuffles the book from his arms onto the table. ]

I saw your message. This book was filed in the wrong spot. It might help?

[ His attention drifts back to the toy. ] It's got a lot of personality.

[ Banagher has zero comebacks for that, because what she's saying isn't wrong. Science couldn't prove why his empathy levels were so completely off the charts anymore than it could prove why she could blast things with lasers at will. So he lets that particular issue lie, knowing that she gets it just as well as he does, at this juncture. He follows her gaze to Haro for a moment, using that focus to fan out her vague mixture of emotions.

Technology and magic... well, some would say that was a thin line in places too. ]

No, go ahead. I wasn't getting anywhere anyway.

[ As if to demonstrate, he rakes in some printed resources and reference texts and tries to get them into a more presentable order. Really, it's mostly idle movement, given that he's now staring across the table at her a little incredulously.

All these months later, and some things still manage to surprise him. ]

"Things." I leave for a year and the school almost burns down! What caught on fire?

[ Somehow, the confirmation doesn't make him any happier. Knowing he was alive... of course that should have been enough, but it's not. Not if he'd returned as someone else. ]

I... believe you. But what happened? You don't sound like you.

[ Uh. There goes his hope of having his little blunder go unnoticed.

Trying to diffuse the awkward situation, he smiles to the stranger and hope he won't question him. He's not keen on exposing himself as a Number, yet. ]

Nothing. I was just mumbling. Please don't mind me.

[ But the Haro is distracting, and he couldn't help but be drawn by it. What sort of connection does he shares with this stranger? He's curious but at the same time, he's also trying to be cautious.

He might be staring at the Haro a little too intensely... ]

[ Not what he'd expected, but better than what he'd thought. ]

Thanks — [ ...is what Banagher starts off with, until the book that's offered up in the place of the one he'd given catches his eye. Immediately, he understands his inflection of the word message, and honestly thinks that was clever of him. He's a numbered, too. A very deliberate look crosses Banagher's face.

Unguarded, he accepts it. ] ...I'd take responsibility for him being that way, but even I don't know for sure.

[ Which was his way of saying: he's the result of a pulse. Since Haro seems to be the centerpiece of this encounter, Banagher reaches over to fish him out from his jacket. He wasn't particularly hidden, either way. ]

I'm still not used to living in a different place, even if it's like one of those "World's Most Extreme" houses. It's not bad though.

[ Banagher straightens, flattening against his chair to cast a glance up. ]

What about you?

Hah. Well, those can take adjusting to. [he's moved often enough to know.]

[Julien raises his dyed eyebrows.]

Me? Eh, I do all right. If there's trouble with that I tend to take athelas - it's better at waking you up, but it can clear away a lot of things, at night.

If you're sure, um... [ Unfortunately for him, his caution is completely ineffective. Mostly because the sheer weight of his focus makes the air actually seem heavy around him. On... Haro? A toy? Banagher finds himself likewise considering the stranger at more length than was probably necessary, for an off-handed comment.

But Banagher knows well by now — coincidences were rare, by their standards.

As if in demonstration, Haro fills up the charged silence with a little mechanical trill: "Don't mind! Don't mind!" ]

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