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[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.]

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[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.]

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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...]

[Gundam, just ask, he'll show you how to get there...]

We'll find out one way or the other soon enough, I guess.

[Either the soreness will persist, proving it's wings, or it'll go away in a few days time meaning it was the forest floor after all. Either way, there's nothing to be done about it now. So Fuyuhiko goes back to his food, finishing it off and then taking his plate to the sink.]

By the way, since I didn't know exactly what caused your burn, she had to give me a general ointment for it. She said it'll still work it just won't be as effective as something specifically for silver or sunlight or whatever.

[He just sets his plate in the sink for now, he'll come clean it once they've taken care of Gundam's arm. He puts the leftover curry and rice in the refrigerator while waiting for the other boy to finish his own dinner.]

Sunlight...? [Gundam does his best to finish up fairly quickly, not wanting to dawdle when Fuyuhiko is already done. The quicker they can get this salve stuff on, the better, so he just finishes it up in a couple large and not very graceful bites. Who's judging him though? He's still keeping his mouth closed, there just might be a piece of rice or two on his lips still afterward.

Either way though, soon he's getting up to follow with his own plate and fork, rinsing the plate off (all he had was rice, so why skip an easy process like that) before setting it in the sink as well.]

Yeah, dumbass, you know the stuff that comes from that big round thing in the sky?

[He turns to look at Gundam, his exasperation increasing when he notices the grains of rice still sticking to his lips.] You've got rice on your face.

[HE CAN'T TAKE YOU ANYWHERE, JEEZ.]

[He makes a quick detour in the bathroom to grab the roll of bandages before grabbing the salve and moving to sit in the same spot on the edge of Gundam's bed as last night. Come on, get over here so he can patch your arm up. Again.]

[The comment about rice has him moving a hand up to his face, working on wiping that off. Oops...let him wash his hands real quick...

Joining him on the bed through, he holds his arm out for him.]

Where the sunlight comes from is not in question here, as I am well aware of its source of origin. However, it would be unlikely that that could be used in such an instance like this. The weapon was solid, silver or steel to be sure, and you cannot simply enchant such a blade with "sunlight".

[Duh.]

If you were skilled in any sort of light element, or perhaps even a master over fire, you could potentially focus the sun's rays enough to fashion some sort of weapon. The easiest would be an arrow, as firing the light would most mimic its natural movement, however a blade would also be possible. Probably nothing larger than a dagger of some sort...

[Hmmm...dual wielding sun daggers...]

It could also be argued that capturing the sunlight into some form of focal piece, such as a crystal, would be possible, but I have not seen proof of this sort of power before.

...

[Oh my god, Gundam...]

Or... [Listen up, Gundam, this is important because you completely missed his point here.] you could just walk out your front door on a sunny day and burn yourself.

[Sometimes, the simplest explanation is best. He wasn't even talking about weapons, you weirdo.]

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[There's a moment where it seems he's realizing the mistake he made, assuming Fuyuhiko was referring to weapons rather than the weakness itself, but then he continues unfazed.]

Something like that would only be practical if there were daylight to appear in. If it were late at night, a weapon of sunlight would be invaluable. If you were to come against an enemy with no other weaknesses in any form of twilight battle, they would have clear advantage without it.

[Still missing the point probably but......]

[Rollin his eye over here Gundam are you kidding him right now. But whatever, he'll just start gently rubbing some of Naomi's ointment over Gundam's cut. A fairly liberal amount of it, actually.]

I'm not sure any of them would go through that much trouble. Especially since...some of them apparently have a trump card. Something that works on all monsters, no matter what type.

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[There's a wince at first, but he doesn't make any other signs of pain at the rubbing.]

I was speaking in general defense, but what is this you are referring to...?

[He doesn't like the sound of this.]

The hunters.

[well if he's not getting anything other than a wince, he's going to keep doing what he's doing then.]

You need to be more careful from now on, Tanaka. You got damn lucky this time, from the sounds of things. Kimishima told me lots more than just how to use this stuff. Apparently there's a type of poison some of the hunters have that only affects monsters. Causes all kinds of weird mutations and shit that differs from type to type. But it's a painful experience across the board, and there's no cure for it. You just gotta wait till your body fights it off naturally. And that's not a quick experience, the way I understand it.

[SO DON'T FUCK WITH THE HUNTERS ANYMORE, DUMBASS.]

[That...that's pretty awful. And the tense, vaguely uncomfortable expression on his face should assure Fuyuhiko enough that he gets the message there. Mind his own business around them from now on. Got it.]

I...see...I will most certainly heed this warning...

[That is nothing he wants to tangle with.]

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