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[Fuyuhiko returns to the motel room a little earlier than he does most nights. Maybe whatever mysterious money making ventures he gets up to in his spare time weren't profitable tonight.]

[Or maybe he was out doing something else entirely. In any case, his return is normal enough other than that. A key scraping in the lock followed by the door opening and his usual, lazy drawl of "tadaima" as the door shuts behind him.]

Edited 2015-09-18 01:13 (UTC)

[The earlier return may be strange, but hardly goes noticed by his roommate. There's something on the stove currently stewing, but no one attending it. Instead, the taller of the two is occupying one of the chairs, looking worse for wear. Elbows resting heavily against his thighs as if he needs the support to stay sitting up, with a hand to his forehead and eyes closed. Gundam is even slightly trembling, looking everything like he's come down with a bad case of the flu or something. Definitely a 180 from how he looked that morning.

Even his "okaeri" is much lazier than usual. Welcome home, classmate. He'd give you a warmer welcome if he didn't feel like shit.]

[He's in the process of slipping off his shoes when he notices something's off. And upon looking up, his suspicions are confirmed. Though he can't honestly say he's happy to be right. Especially when this is such a drastic change from the last time he saw Gundam. So he wastes no time in moving over to the chair to check on his classmate.]

You look like shit. [It's then that he notices the pot on the stove. That...is probably not a good idea. Jesus, Gundam, how long have you left that sitting there. Since the breeder doesn't seem to be in any immediate danger of keeling over, Fuyuhiko moves into the kitchen to see what's cooking. Not because he wants to eat it or anything but rather because he's probably going to end up turning the stove off. But better to assess the situation first.] Oi, what happened here? Your cut acting up or something?

S'not that, no... [At least, he doesn't think it is? Maybe whatever weakness he has is getting to him though...or...he doesn't know.

There's what looks to be curry cooking, and it doesn't look like it's been left on too long yet. It's simmering, so it's on a lower heat, and nothing's burned or anything. There's some rice cooling in a strainer in the sink as well. On the counter is the salt shaker as well. Might be a hint as to what happened.]

This...onslaught of ill-feelings came soon after starting supper. I cannot fathom the reasoning behind it...

[Oh good, it's not too burnt. Even if it's MEATLESS CURRY which is kind of a disappointment. But he can't really bitch too much since he's the one deciding to stick to Gundam's vegetarian diet to save a little money. Fuyuhiko prods at the contents a bit, just to keep them from sticking to the bottom or burning.]

[When he puts down the spoon, he notices the salt. And he can hear Naomi's voice in his head: As for demons, they have a vulnerability to salt...]

[Oh no.]

Tanaka...you didn't eat any of this salt, did you?

[He turns around to look at his classmate, an expression of urgency on his face. What happens if monsters EAT something they're weak to? This isn't going to kill him is it? How quickly can he get him to the clinic if need be...]

[That has him looking up, brows furrowing a little at that question.]

A little, yes...I added it to the curry, but was confronted with an odd... [Not taste really...feeling?] ...sensation when I tasted it, so I tasted the salt itself to ascertain the issue.

[Luckily he doesn't look like he's going to die. Just...maybe puke. Or pass out.]

[Goddammit, Gundam.]

[Well at least this confirms Naomi's guess, he supposes. With horns AND a salt weakness, there's apparently nothing else he can be. If only he'd gotten home sooner, he could have said something and stopped Gundam from being a complete dumbass and sticking salt in his mouth.]

[But he's not going to beat himself up over it too much, really. Gundam was the one who decided to stick it in his mouth. But even so, Fuyuhiko's demeanor only becomes more urgent as he moves over to his classmate's side. He moves as though he was about to grab Gundam's arm but thought better of it before he could go through with it. Though whether it's because he's being conscious of Gundam's wound or his dislike of touching people is impossible to tell.]

Get up, go in the bathroom and make yourself puke. You need to get that shit out of your system as fast as you can, even if it was just a little bit.

[If he'd grabbed him, it's a good question whether or not Gundam would have even registered it. He looks a little confused - why would he need to do that? - but he won't argue with him either. It's easy to tell that Fuyuhiko knows something he doesn't, so it's better to just trust him now and ask questions later.

Though all of that is easier said than done. He's pretty weak, and it's obvious when he stands. Just ignore the slight wobble in his step as he moves to the bathroom. Halfway there he starts undoing the bandages on his left hand as well.

Not going to try and make himself puke with his injured arm, and he doesn't want anything - saliva or otherwise - getting on the bandages for his left. Oh how he suffers thanks to his fashion choices.]

[Good man, Gundam. Because he does know something you don't and he'll be all too happy to share it once you're looking less dead. Actually, you'll probably be pretty excited about it...]

But he's not about to go into the bathroom with Gundam and watch him puke. That's gross. Especially not when he can hear what's going on in the bathroom from the kitchen just fine. So he'll just...stay out here and watch the curry, yes. This sounds like a plan. Not that Gundam's going to be able to eat this since he put salt in it. But he's not about to let it go to waste.]

[It better be some spectacular news for him to be excited about it after having to force himself to throw up. Pretty soon the sound of retching is done - once he's sure he's got nothing left to get rid of - and Fuyuhiko can hear him brushing his teeth instead. Once that's all completed he reappears, sitting down again and looking up to the heir expectantly. Alright, Mr. Knowledgeable. Why did he have to toss his lunch?]

[In the meantime, Fuyuhiko has finished preparing the curry and has moved on to rinsing the pan in the sink. Though Gundam will no doubt notice that only one of the paper plates sitting on the counter actually has curry on it. The other just has rice, with the other half of the curry in a small plastic container next to it. He's familiar enough with Gundam's cooking habits by now to know that the breeder doesn't salt the rice while cooking it.]

[Once Gundam's sitting down, however, he abandons the pan to let is soak before picking up a plate in each hand and moving over to the tiny table.]

Since you already put salt in the curry, you're gonna have to find something else to go with your rice. [He sets Gundam's plate down in front of him. Mmmm. Just rice. Yum.] Congratulations Tanaka, looks like you're a demon now.

[Wow, it's like he has no sense of showmanship whatsoever. He's just gonna leave it at that and sit down with his own plate of food that he CAN eat because he's not allergic to salt. At least he's not actually eating it just yet, instead waiting to see Gundam's reaction to the news that really should have been obvious to both of them from the start.]

Edited 2015-09-19 00:43 (UTC)

[He turns more towards the table now, staring at him for a moment with that news, and then staring at the rice on his plate. He's not sure how to process this information just yet. On the one hand this is hella great news. Fuck yes. Demon. Watch out because he is going to be smiting some bitches here soon. Man shit does this mean he'll get wings? What kind of magic will he get to control? This was gonna be so great...

On the other, as excited as he is, he does not quite feel up to celebrating just yet. His hands are still shaking somewhat, from both the puking earlier and what he assumes are the effects of salt on a demon here in Ryslig. He's not at all bothered by the plain rice because of this, even if it is a little disappointing he can't have any of the curry to go with it.

Ah well, he can at least give a (admittedly weaker) cackle at this information, taking a bite of his rice.]

Clearly this "God" of theirs came to the realization of what calamity would befall her "kingdom" should she rob a powerful demon of his might.

[That's right, Fog God. You give him back what is rightfully his!!]

Fuahahaha, she is a fool either way, however! The downfall of her reign is still assured simply with my presence here. She is merely facilitating this usurping of her throne by returning me to my previous endowment.

Edited 2015-09-19 01:03 (UTC)

[Yeeepppp, this is about how he expected Gundam would take the news. He guesses he'll wait a little to remind him about the soul eating thing. Let the guy have his moment. He deserves it after a double whammy of his weaknesses.]

[Doesn't mean he's not going to roll his eye over this proclamation though.]

Dumbass, you're not here to take over any god thrones. We're getting the hell out of here once we have the chance. We've got people waiting for us back home, remember?

Is not the most sensible course of action towards gaining our freedom to cut the head of the snake that has us coiled in her grasp?

[Thank you for waiting before poo-pooing his enjoyment, Fuyuhiko. He takes another bite of rice, swallowing it before gesturing with the spoon.]

If we follow this path, rebellion is impossible to avoid. If I should snatch the crown from her cracked and bleeding skull in the process, no harm will be done.

[And then that spoon is raised somewhat into the air. It's not as grand as he'd like, but it should get the point across despite his obvious fatigue.]

Assign to me a fair amount of legions in this war and I shall lead them to victory, capturing this false god's strongholds before storming the castle itself to claim the throne!

[His eye is going to get stuck in his skull if he rolls it any harder.]

Did I say we shouldn't kill her? [No. No he did not.] That part's not the problem. Hell, I'd say that's probably the only way to beat her. Clean your ears out, I said the problem is the part where you want to take her place.

[Not. Happening.]

And do you really think a full-on assault is the right way to take down the person who turned us into monsters in the first place? Like that sort of strategy wouldn't backfire horribly, dumbass!

[Jeez, even he knows this sort of thing requires more finesse than that. Stand aside, Gundam, let the real leaders do the leading here.]

Edited 2015-09-19 05:35 (UTC)

There is nothing wrong with wanting to reign king over this realm, even if it is only a fleeting experience.

[Excuse you.]

How do you propose we rebel, then? No matter what plan we take, she is still the catalyst behind our transformation. That will not change. If it is well thought out, an assault of such a nature can succeed. We simply require the man power, the scouts to infiltrate their ranks and report their formations and forces...

[He looks like he's already making battle plans in his head, sort of moving his rice around not as if he's picking at it, but like he's separating out troops on a map.]

[Fuyuhiko shakes his head a little before finally digging into his curry. You just don't get it, Gundam.]

You play too many fucking video games, goddamn... [Or are you into tabletop games, not-friend? Not that it really matters either way.] Real life doesn't work like that. Trust me, if this bitch could just be overpowered with brute strength, you and I wouldn't be sitting here right now. She's been bringing people here for a year now. If it was that easy to beat her, they'dve managed it by now.

But that's not important right now... [Since it's...not like they have any real details to work with. All anybody ever does is say the Fog God is bad news... It's a little frustrating! So Kuzuryuu reaches into one of his jacket pockets and pulls out a small jar, which he slams onto the table next to Gundam's plate. There's some kind of salve inside, though it's nothing readily identifiable.] That cut of yours still givin' you grief?

[The troop planning is paused as he glances up at the blonde for a beat, then down at the jar. He looks a little put out, kind of disappointed by the end of that conversation. Things like that are fun to speculate on, especially when your conversation partner clearly knows what he's talking about too. Do you know how rare that is? Or really how rare it is that someone who wants to talk to him has that kind of knowledge, in any case.]

[But alright, what's this questionable salve about? He's not sure what it is, and there's a part of him that has to wonder where he got it from. It's like with the money the yakuza heir started earning without any discernible job and no real explanation behind it. Of course, he didn't totally push for an explanation, so perhaps that was his fault. But still, it's...kind of sketchy. Is the money he gets legally acquired?

Is whatever this is (some kind of pharmaceutical he's guessing) legally acquired?

He puts those questions out of his head though, just...not going to worry about it. If Fuyuhiko is doing something illegal, he trusts that his talent not only helps him in the criminal world, but also helps to keep him out of trouble.]

It is, yes. Is this to assist with that?

[Some other time, Gundam. If you get any more into that planning rigt now, it's just going to piss Fuyuhiko off because they don't have any real solid info.]

[He really doesn't need to worry about Fuyuhiko's money-making ventures though. Despite how shady it looks, he's not actually breaking any laws or really doing anything even remotely suspect. But if you don't bother to ask the obvious questions, of course you're never going to get an explanation. At least, as not as far as money is concerned. The medicine, however...]

Yeah. I can't remember, did I mention Kimishima to you? The arachne I met when we first got here. She runs a clinic that specializes in treating monsters up by the lake. So unlike the pharmacy last night, I could tell her everything instead of making it sound like you burned yourself cooking or something.

[Gundam shakes his head to the question. He may have mentioned an arachne, but this is the first time he's heard a name like that. As the heir's talking he opens the jar, examining the salve instead, maybe sniffs it a little, before setting it aside so he can work on carefully removing his bandages. The wound is just as ugly as it was the day before, though it looks a little less angry at least.]

A clinic for monsters...how charitable of her.

[And once those bandages are off, he starts working on uncovering his left arm. At this point maybe he should just leave this off at home. Fuyuhiko's seen him him without it bandaged already. A few times, maybe, he doesn't remember, but once is really enough to reveal that it's not as deadly as Gundam would like it to be. Ugh.

Look at everything you ruin, Fog God. If he wasn't here, this kind of stuff wouldn't happen!]

I imagine the hellions of this realm do not make such a task easy for her.

Oi, don't do that at the table! [Gundam, the table is not the place to take care of his shit. Especially when you're both trying to eat.] We'll take care of your arm once we're done eating, alright?

[At least he seems to recognize that, even if the cut looks better, it's probably still very annoying and possibly painful and obviously Gundam would want relief as soon as possible. So he starts eating faster.]

No idea how hard it is for her to run something like that, though. But she knows her shit so I wouldn't be surprised if she has an easy time of it. She's the one who suggested you might be turning into a demon when I told her about your changes.

[Gundam stops, halfway through unwrapping his left arm. Not at the table, right...well the bandage comes all the way off anyway, since fuck trying to redo that work and tie it again at this point. That's all set aside then and he focuses on his rice instead.]

We are very fortunate then that she is here.

[He doesn't have much more to say on the matter, it seems. After that he's happy to return to his food. At least until he rolls his right shoulder a little, his hand lifting to rub at it a little. Something seems to hit him at that point, and sets his fork down.]

I wonder if this ache in my shoulders is from further changes, rather than my state of slumber.

Yeah. That's the place to go if you find yourself really banged up or unsure about any of your changes.

[Fuyuhiko also seems content enough to eat in silence for a while. If they're not talking, they'll get done faster after all.]

They're still sore? [Fuyuhiko stares at him thoughtfully. The mattresses here aren't exactly spectacular, but sleeping in a bed should have done SOMETHING for his soreness. And the way Gundam's talking, nothings really changed.] Well, you're gonna get wings eventually, so if it's in your shoulder blades it could be those coming in, I guess...

[Though that's a little disturbing to think about. Both what his body must be doing currently and what's going to happen when his wings DO decide to come in.]

[He'll keep that in mind. Not that he really knows where it is, but that's what exploration is for right?

There's a nod in reply, because yes. They are still sore. Very sore. And thinking about the wings in tandem with that fact...is kind of disturbing. With another roll of his shoulder he sets back into his rice, thoughtful.]

The soreness is centered around my shoulder blades, yes. With that in mind, that is likely the cause...

[Man he's getting wings already? Sweet...]

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