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[canceller]

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but leave a message and I'll return your call as soon as possible. Thank you."

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[mcvillain]

[This thing was absolutely abhorrent.

This thing, this monstrosity, this hideous wreck of a machine had been so carelessly jammed beside his beautiful Bael and McGillis Fareed was not happy about it. McGillis Fareed, dressed in his skintight suit and ready to scout for the day, has been delayed by the sudden appearance of this thing and he was not the least bit happy about it.

Tapping his foot in irritation, as if that would summon a beast to drag it away, McGillis observes the so-called Siegfried with folded arms and a displeased expression.]

Who in the world brought this here...?

[Speak of the devil and he shall appear. But for the moment McGillis was lost in thought, already contemplating sabotage and potential destruction of this intruder.]

[canceller]

[It's easy to spot the figure in white standing before his unit. The hair is the next giveaway, and as Jeremiah makes his way through the hangar, he steels himself. Of course he'd be found here, of course his title in his world would suggest he too would pilot a mobile suit. It doesn't bolster his confidence, however, to justify the presence. Either way, he's in the path between Jeremiah and his machine, so confrontation is inevitable.

Not nearly as protective, deeply unconcerned for the Siegfried's chances of being hijacked, he simply stops behind McGillis rather than demanding explanations.]

Good morning, Brigadier General. May I assist you?

[A little stiff, but not impolite. It had never been his intention to get off on the wrong foot, even if he's still minding their proximity with a wary eye. What he'll get, in turn, remains to be seen.]

[mcvillain]

[Oh, look. Exactly who he didn't want to see ever again. Already annoyed, his eyes flicker to Jeremiah as he addresses him sharply:]

Is this thing yours?

[Because it had better not be, you smug son of a bitch.]

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[apodictic]

Jeremiah, this is Lt. Angelo. Are you alive? Do you have a card? Please respond.

[canceller]

Yes, I'm here. I still have my card as well.

[Don't they all? Why would he have died? What is happening.]

[apodictic]

[ it's alright. angelo just likes being Excessive. ]

Good.

Are you amenable to knocking out one of those squares?

Inauspicious tides thing

[bitterfrost]

He and Xingchen had separated earlier, Zichen working his way through the walking corpses as he cleared streets, directing people to safety when he could, but eventually found himself near one of the largest structures he's seen since his arrival.

Granted he's probably passed it before but this time it looks open and he moves inside, taking a moment to breathe and sheathing Fuxue before his gaze settles on the giant figures inside.

Not that he hasn't seen them before, but never this close, and he hesitates a moment before approaching one of them to get a closer look.

[canceller]

It takes him a moment to get out of the Siegfried. He'd flown in and landed not long ago, the massive exterior still dappled with sea water and traces of who-knows-what after fighting for so long, particularly on the conical attachments folded in a careful array. The craft itself is fine, though. No damage to report.

Jeremiah himself feels a little worse for wear, but his fatigue eases once he re-dresses, his very normal shirt and suit jacket otherwise covering his ports back up. It's a toll without the full strength of his modifications, a strain he never faced before. He hadn't piloted it for quite this long the other times, nor utilized so much of its capabilities. It's frustrating, but perhaps unsurprising.

Eventually, out he pops from the hatch atop the rounded body. No longer connected to the Siegfried's instruments, he hadn't seen the figure until now.

"Zichen!" Yeah, that's definitely him down there. Jeremiah would hop straight down if he could stick the landing, but forty feet is a little high for him now. He doesn't rush to the stairs just yet. "Are you all right?"

[bitterfrost]

The things look strange, some more human-shaped than others, but it's not until he hears a familiar voice that his gaze settles on the one his ... friend is standing on.

"I was just clearing some of the creatures when I found my way in here. I'm unharmed." Fierce corpses are something he's dealt with before after all.

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[711]

What do you think?

[............of the attached dick pic that absolutely was not supposed to go to Jeremiah but nonetheless did?! Wait, fuck, he'd made a mistake!! Suzaku fires off a second text mere moments after realizing his unfortunate error.

...and a third. And a fourth.]

Wait
Don't open that please
Please delete what I just sent you

[canceller]

[He'd set his bracelet down, but of course when he sees a string of messages, it's sensible to read them in order, right?

So, you know. Too late.]

Well I have.

[And a loooooong pause until he can figure out what to say.]

Wrong picture or wrong recipient?

[711]

Wrong recipient. I meant to send that to [chokes] someone else.

...Can you forget what you saw?

[Like, delete it off your mental hard drive or something?? Isn't that how cyborgs work????]

Knightmare

[bitterfrost]

Admittedly, when he'd agreed to this, he hadn't been sporting extra features and while he was used to them, more or less, it still had him slowing as he approached the hangar, ears twitching slightly even he tried to keep them still.

Ineffectively.

His tail wasn't much better, even if he was trying to keep it under the robes. Zichen hesitated at the entrance before he stepped inside, glancing up at the machine he'd seen Jeremiah exit.

[canceller]

Jeremiah really took having a full maintenance team during his time in the military for granted. Siegfried never sits for long enough to gather dust or cobwebs, but the grit that accumulates in turn from flying has to come off somehow to keep from crusting up the more delicate sensors and mechanisms.

Or maybe he just likes his robot to a mirror finish, impractical a standard as it is. Gloves and jacket shucked, he's just working a rag over the vents of the Float System, probably cleaning more deeply than he needs to to make sure they're cleared. If the happy lift of his tail and perked ears are an indication, he's enjoying himself anyway. One ear turns towards the source of footfalls, and the rest of him catches up shortly after. Plain contentment turns into a smile.

"Ah, Zichen! Good afternoon."

[bitterfrost]

At least he's not the only one being affected, and his eyes linger on the ears for a moment before he actually registers the words.

"Good afternoon. I'll just find a place to sit until you're done, so don't let me distract you."

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[arosetowar]

[She doesn't speak again until they're well outside of Suzaku's mansion, past the gate and walking down the only path before the road diverges. There's so much they could talk about after that display of... whatever it was, but she opts to break the silence with something smaller, something just between the two of them.]

I apologise for thinking you capable of betraying my trust. I should have known such crudeness was beneath you.

[canceller]

[The quiet isn't exactly comfortable, but it's not unwelcome. Some time to either gather his thoughts or simply disperse them is a reprieve, if anything. By the time Cornelia strikes up a conversation, Jeremiah at least feels less tense.

Being caught off-guard feels in line for the night, but he doesn't have a whole lot of energy left to get flustered, his words just about sighed out.]

It's all right, Your Highness. It was an easy association to make, one I don't blame you for. [Hence his own reaction, really.] Nor did I assume you were intentionally revealing anything.

[arosetowar]

What do you mean by "intentionally revealing anything"?

[Emphasis on intentionally. She'd been so caught up in her anger that she hadn't been watching the others' reactions so she's still fairly comfortable with believing that their secret remains a secret.

Or at least she was. Now she's stopped and turned around and fixing Jeremiah with a look that's equal part confused and concerned.]

text, @lamperouge (backdating this to sometime before 10/25).

[ludicrous]

Let's go on a date.

[ That's it. That's the text. They haven't had a proper outing together in a long while, so Lelouch banishes all subtlety to champion candid unambiguity. ]

[canceller]

[It's for the best, because he wonders all the same of any other possible meaning, just in case. He comes up blank, and the decision he has leaves a floaty, warm feeling low in his chest.]

I'd like that. About when were you thinking?

[ludicrous]

I understand that it's on short notice.

[ It's an awful lot like dictation on Lelouch's end, though. Perhaps he's being too forward? Please hold for five minutes while he tries to maneuver through this psychological minefield unscathed. ]

I'll let you pick the day and time. Would that be disagreeable?

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[knightmaking]

I am pleased to announce that a submersible has been completed and is ready to explore the island's surrounding waters. All we need to do lug it over to the beach! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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[arosetowar]

An homage to the past, so to speak...? You're certainly full of surprises.

[In both the broader details of what makes him tick and the smaller things that round him out and make him increasingly compelling to her. Once again, she feels her guard drop, her armour slip; once again, she finds that she doesn't care at all.]

I look forward to find out more.

[canceller]

If a method is tried and true there must be something to it, right?

[It can't be said for everything that's antiquated, but hey. There's a sort of satisfaction he finds in doing at least some things the old-fashioned way.

Ear turned to the music, Jeremiah suspects the current piece might be winding down. A break from turning each other about the dancefloor doesn't sound like a bad idea, but he's not in any mood to part just yet. Looking to Cornelia, his smile only grows, her words warming him from the inside.]

After this dance, would you care to accompany me for a while longer? Perhaps for a drink or a walk about the premises?

[arosetowar]

I suppose so.

[Goodness knows her loyalty to the blade – and to the javelin on her mech – is still stronger than it is to the gun. Too much technology, too much advancement, too much automation strips achievements of their finesse. Or so she believes, anyway.

The dance carries them on for a few moments longer before Jeremiah asks his next question, which inspires a soft burst of warmth to tingle its way up the back of her scalp. Part of her is still a little shy about it all, if only because they're surrounded by people and she's so damned inclined to keep herself shielded. But more and more, she's finding that there's more comfort – more strength, more solidity, more room for progress – to be found venturing outside of her comfort zone than there is left within it. At least here, where all her other comforts cease to exist.

So she smiles back and answers with ease.]

A walk sounds lovely.