fourteenth trick

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki appears on the Plane without grand ceremony, without a straw stuck up his nose or any of the eccentricity and charm that accompanies his usual manner. His white shirt has smears of brown blood on it, probably from the bloody Rumble Regalia he's been clutching to himself for an hour.

He stands there motionless for a moment, then with something like a choked squeak, simply sinks where he is. Feet out, Regalia sitting in front of him, head bowed in memory to one of the first to draw out his potential.]

... damn it...

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[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

... Someone died to help my team. And ... this isn't the first time.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Oh Death. Mu says nothing, but he nods his head in understanding.]

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

I need to stop it. I have to.

[lamb_of_gold]

You must take care not to throw your own life away, Ikki. Don't attack out of anger or vengeance - they cloud your senses, which in turn will only get you killed.

[He puts a hand on Ikki's shoulder] Stay here awhile. Sleep, rest, calm down. Then return.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Sage advice. He pauses.]

... I know, Mu-san. I'm not going to do anything right now. I'm gonna face him the right way-- in a Parts War.

[Rest sounds nice, though. He sips the tea.]

[lamb_of_gold]

Good. I would hate to see you harmed or worse.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[the faintest smile, then]

... Thanks.

[lamb_of_gold]

[He hesitates a moment, then reaches up and lightly ruffles Ikki's hair.]

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[fhdjksf. He grins at that. Amazingly enough, his hair seems unaffected.]