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[jawdacity]

matsuoka, RIN	' talk shit get bit '
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voice;

[madhatted]

[ A message pops up in your inbox from an anonymous source. How strange! If you don't delete it immediately, you'll be greeted with an audio message that's quiet, at first. In fact, it's quiet enough that just in time for you to turn it up, it starts to speak. It sounds suspiciously like Xerxes Break if you know him, but at the same time, there's a totally stupid voice being used, since it's not like Break would send this message along. Emily, though? Of course. She's such a gossip. ]

Had an x-ray done today. Guess what they found? It was you, safely tucked away in my heart! They said my heart is fine with a friend like you in it. Send this to all the people you love and care for, because if you don't, then something preeeetty bad might happen to them! Heart failure is pretty serious~! Kehehehehehe!!!

(( ooc note ; break is sending this to literally everyone in the game, so I'm sorry... Feel free to figure out he caused it, since it's not like he's trying that hard to hide it. ))

text. teehee c:

[basketbro]

you don't have a suit here, do you?
we need to go shopping

[jawdacity]

you're not putting me in pinstripes or highlighter shades
was there a reason for the suits or are you just bored

text / sometime after the event

[cordated]

[ like a chicken with his head cut off, makoto's spent the last few days in a fugue state. tellus undergoing drastic changes in management has only further exacerbated his (recent) selective ignorance of anything tangentially related to haru. regardless, he's all but convinced himself that rin and kisumi have likely been abducted/readily disposed of by aliens for coming too close to the truth, but the name that pops up on his cerevice after nearly two months of neurotic spot-checking doesn't appear to be an insidious delusion on first glance.

however, he's peripherally afraid of dialing it and inadvertently fantasy-skyping rin's supposed captor at face-value, so text it is. he'll work through the blundering incoherence somehow. ]

djsjfks
r
rIN?????/
are you oka y
w what happened
did masamune-san find you

makoto stop being cute

[jawdacity]

[ Rin, while normally the sort who'd sit down and make certain that he understood fully all technological clues he was given, has been too busy trying to network on a person-to-person basis to spend much time doing so.

Thus: he's shocked into a grin when he sees the name attached to the text, one which spreads after reading the flurry of subsequent messages. It's been a few days of unfamiliarity stacked atop unfamiliarity; even Rin, who's grown accustomed to living life on the tightrope between "manageable stress" and "avalanche", has been feeling the strain. ]

don't know who the hell masamune is
i'm fine, though it
looks like you were right to be shit scared of alien invasions all along huh [ he's not laughing at this dire moment, of course he isn't. ]
you in one piece?? haru with you?

[text] uh excuse the spam sorry not sorry 1/???

[reenacted]

1 - Not dead since I promised you the honors

[text] 2/???

[reenacted]

I'm good at promises. Usually.

[text] 3/???

[reenacted]

Whatever. Point is. Honor's a thing I don't mess with.

[text] 4/???

[reenacted]

2 - Do I get a warning before ass kicking commences?

[text] 5/???

[reenacted]

3 - CAN I have a warning before ass kicking commences

[text] 6/???

[reenacted]

Because you might not get the satisfaction you want out of it right now? Uh.

[text] 7/7 okay I'm done ILU.

[reenacted]

4 - BUT I'M FINE DON'T FREAK OUT

[2cool4guardian]

[Sharks usually have a bad reputation. And that's not fair! It's not their fault, a carnivorous guy gotta eat too, right? Better change that image. Rin doesn't deserve it probably.

That's why on his door, he'll find a shark doodle, with the phrase "fish are friends, not food!" written above it.]

AFTER THAT ONE TEXT. sent in an ungodly hour probably.

[beissen]

fine.

[jawdacity]

[ there's a saying about not looking gift horses in the mouth, but rin's never been big on conventional wisdom. he hadn't been sleeping, prone to insomnia as he is, so he reads the text as soon as it arrives.

maybe it's naive to be glad that heine had agreed, but rin is. maybe it's less about the training and more about that faint sense of acceptance, or even -- the knowledge that he might be overcoming his own lacking skills in the near future.

he grins at his cerevice, at that one-word response. finally. forward momentum. ]

wow
did you stay up all night thinking about this

[ he doesn't know how to say thank you and is wary of coming off as overly effusive, so his response errs on the side of the underwhelmed. ]

[text | dated 2/20 (i.e. around phase ii);] 1/fuck if i know

[reenacted]

RIN

[text | 2/20] 2/look, no one really knows

[reenacted]

RIN PICK UP

text; pre-flood.

[cordated]

you've got a shift at the gym today, right?
let's go see haru

[ after days of inundating rain, he figures it's as good a chance as any to find haru at the pool. in retrospect, it's a bit cowardly to goad rin on when he hasn't made his own peace yet, but that's beside the point. ]

[jawdacity]

[ rin could well have put off a reply until after his shift. it would have been the responsible thing to do, even if there's no one at the pool and he has nothing better to do than to scroll through the network and think about his next meeting with heine.

but rin, flame of action, has spent too much time scraping tinder against tinder without hint of a spark. he's ready for something to happen, good or bad or somewhere in between. his reply is near instantaneous. ]

sure
you meeting me at the gym??
i'm off at 6:30ish

text;

[beissen]

yo
whole?

[ you know what? fuck the rain. fuck the water. fuck those dolphins. fuck everything. he's angry, soaked, and if he has to pull one more piece of re-bar out of himself because of flying debris, he would be done.

if this was his state, however, that meant that people far squishier than him could be doing worse (from what he's seen, some were). destruction looked the same everywhere, though the smell of this one was different - humid and still, as though the dust clung to the atmosphere instead of settling - and the fact that he's reaching out to anyone at all in the face of it speaks more about him than he cares to admit.

fuck you too, rin. ]

i'm not going to teach you shit
if you're not

[jawdacity]

no
got eaten by a fucking dolphin
you gonna come save me

[ he's surprised that heine checked in at all, but he's started to realize that heine's not really what he likes to pretend he is.

or - no, that's not true. he is. he's a rat bastard who looks like a fucking ghost and he's about as gentle as a serrated knife, but these texts speak for themselves.

rin, soaked to the bone, newly homeless, aching from the wound in his side, might've had an easier time if he'd been eaten by one of those dolphins. (by the way, heine, word to the wise: don't fuck the dolphins. there are probably teeth up there, and even the healing factor won't make up for the pain of getting your dick chewed off.) ]


you??

gently starts this...?

[beissen]

[ there's a lot to be said. a lot to face instead of avoid and dealing with this sort of persistence hasn't been one of heine's well known fortes. so, against the too-many texts that had sat ignored for the last three days, maybe his own leaves more to be desired. ]

rin
what the fresh hell

https://vine.co/v/OPBUvO3abwj

[jawdacity]

[ rin takes his sweet time to reply. several hours, in fact. rather passive-aggressive hours, if anyone is keeping score. ]

who's this

[ if heine thinks rin's going to make this easy for him, he hasn't been paying attention.

still, there's relief. there's more relief than rin would admit. ]

text, sometime in march / just leAVES

[cordated]

[ around 2:15 in the morning or so, rin receives A Weird Text: ]

VID ATTACHMENT: catvines.avi
V(=^･ω･^=)v 🌟🙌✨👏✨💦
🐱🐦

[ and then, a quick addendum! ]

VID ATTACHMENT: sdfs-333.avi
this is like you and haru right

whY am i not getting notifs

[jawdacity]

[ the powers that be might notice that the view count goes up by several factors of ten on both videos before rin responds. there's something about cute animals.

even if they all seem to want to kill him. ]

haru's the parrot

text; 3/27.

[covenantal]

Hey, Rin-san.

[ Of all the texts he sends out after he finally wakes up, this is the last. It's also the one he deliberates over the longest. Not because he is hesitant to send it; it's actually the first he thought to send. But it's the one that, for a lot of different reasons, he's most concerned about. ]

phone call!

[hoasen]

[She got a name, so she's going to try this! Rin was one of those she believed was in the worst condition compared to...well, everyone else.

Ring ring!]

audio; backdated

[braavado]

[There are a few people she wanted to check up on after she woke up in the the colony again, and Rin's one of them.]

Rin...? Haven't seen you since the jungle. Where did you end up?

bite me.

[beissen]

[ birthdays are fucking weird. it isn't a tradition he had cared to observe, not in the bleak monochrome of the reality he's known. he barely paused to consider when badou's would have been.

simply put, it was like so: people celebrated the date they had come into existence. he's take a gander, however, that most of those people hadn't been sewn of blood and steel and smoke.

really, it wasn't important. it never had been, in his mind.

but he is learning, the same way he's learned to put more meaning behind the number by a day, that what is his normal is rin's nightmare. which meant, probably, by laws of deduction evident even to heine, that rin must be the sort to value something like his birthday.

maybe. who fucking knows.

there's a question of why, always the question, between heine's actions and reasons behind them and he doesn't care to hear his own answer when he maneuvers himself to rin's door, doesn't knock before walking in. ] Yo.

Getting old, are you? [ says the probably twenty-something year old who behaves like an old man ninety percent of the time.

give him some points. he's (sort of) trying, in a fumbling, terrible sort of way. he doesn't know happy birthday, he won't know the meaning of that phrase.

he props himself down onto the chair in rin's room, stretches the lethargy out of long limbs. stifles a yawn. ] Aren't you bored.

wear the jasmine outfit first

[jawdacity]

[ in sharp contrast to the emphasis on all other holidays requiring togetherness with his friends and family, rin has never done much to celebrate his birthday. in australia, only his host parents had known its date, and he'd brushed off their attempts to celebrate it. they'd been hurt by it, he knew, but he'd been so absorbed in his own anger that it had been simple collateral damage.

he's not even sure how heine figured out when his birthday was. makoto, maybe. or haru, whose laconic nature - surprisingly - doesn't extend to forgetting birthdays. no, it was probably gou, who's hellbent on getting him out of the weird funk he's been in after -- well, it's not worth thinking about. heine's here now, without the pretense of a sparring session, and that says a great deal.

he grins, a beat too late. but it's genuine all the same, if tinged with surprise.

being remembered. knowing that they're friends, no matter the shit they've put each other through. it means a lot, even if rin knows heine won't appreciate him externalizing that. ]

I was bored, but now I'm annoyed. Since I don't see a gift on you.

[ his grin sharpens, belying all of the above. ]