rakuen | [Backdated to 1st Day, nearing lunch] And if you should forget who I am

Characters: Enki, Shōryū
Format: Prose
This log is: closed
Location: Black 1-B
Summary: An annoyed kirin goes to chase his king out of bed.
Warnings:

The man was impossible! Admittedly, Enki wasn't sure why he was so annoyed; partly it was that Shōryū had seemed fit to stay in bed almost until lunch, despite having been abducted to this strange place. There was another part, however, that he didn't understand; something about forgetting and that yesterday had been annoying not just because Shōryū had appeared, but also because the man had kept disappearing on him.
Concerning the 'oversleeping' Enki had to be fair, though; he'd been sleeping late, too, this past week, but certainly hadn't stayed in bed this late! Just because they weren't at Kankyuu didn't mean the man could slack more than Enki did!

Enki was a kirin on a mission, and not even his faintly growling stomach, or the faint sense of 'brightness' he'd felt since deciding to find Shōryū would either deter or confuse him. Did he look like some babysitter, anyway? In full annoyed mode, Enki barged into the dorm room where Shōryū was still sleeping. Or at least lounging in bed, Enki wasn't sure. And why was that? Because the moment he'd marched up to the bed and viciously tugged the covers off, he'd been hit in the face by the sunlight in the room seemingly convening on the figure on the bed, and by a wave of warmth that made his knees weak. Literally.

Right. That was why he'd been annoyed at Shōryū's disappe---

Knees, meet floor. Luckily, he didn't prostrate himself fully, due to Shōryū lying in bed and his feet now being at the same height as Enki's head while kneeling. Taking a deep, quivering breath, Enki tried to get the elation under control.

They thought this was funny huh? Well, even if they didn't, he was sure he knew someone who did.

"Not. One. Word." Enki ground out as he sat up properly. He was now more frustrated than ever that the memory charms gave a random lost memory back. Now that Shōryū was here, it would have been... 'beneficial', if he could have gotten the relevant memory back, even if he couldn't leave.

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Too much time on their hands, too little respect for life, too enamoured of people as things... So many things to think of this whole thing.

"I've already read the rulebook," Enki protested, though he did take the books... putting them on the bedside table (for now). Whatever else Enki was going to say, got interuppted by Shōryū's last sentence.

"What're we picking up?" Enki frowned, feeling suspicion and angry denial bubble up. Of course, Shōryū may simply mean for them to pick up upgrades for his own weapon; that was logical, and Enki wouldn't mind giving his tokens to that.

Better that than his own weapon. He knew it technically had at least one upgrade that was good for the other 'Weapons' when he was present, but other than that and the thing that made others able to fight for him it was practically useless. Not good for defense either.

"Upgrades," Shōryū said, simply. "They seem to be our best option. There are abilities in this book that would mean you didn't have to fight, and upgrades are based on our essential natures. The chance that you have at least one of them is too high to ignore."

And, of course, there were several other things he wanted to purchase, but he'd get the one Enki would object to out of the way first.

And object he did.

Of course Shōryū would find that out. But how could a single book list any and all possible upgrades if they were based on the 'students' essential natures?

But the point wasn't that he didn't have to fight, the point was that someone else would, routinely, for no reason other than someone's 'pleasure' have to take the pain for him.

He wouldn't have done this to his shirei, this senseless thing, which was why he objected to this very simple solution of this ability allowing a current Weapon to more or less function as a temporary shirei. It was just...

"I know I have one. There was that dream, or whatever," Enki muttered as he slid further down behind Shōryū, crossing his arms, back against the headboard, and staring at Shōryū's broad back.

"But this is... I wouldn't--- I can't," Enki hissed, but he had a feeling that right about now one of Shōryū's rare 'you will do as I say, because I am king' was going to the smacked on his head.

"But you'd force others to watch you get hurt?" His voice was almost conversational, light and friendly, but there was a hidden edge within his words. He stayed facing the end of the bed, not looking around at his kirin. Almost idly, he opened one of the books and flipped through it at random. "Don't you think that's selfish of you?"

That wasn't--- Enki had been braced for an order, but what came out instead... Eyes widening, he almost reflexively drew a foot back (the space was really too narrow for that, especially as he'd almost curled up behind here). Then, slowly and deliberatedly, put that foot down.

"That's not--! Someone would get hurt anyway, an' I don't care abou--" Enki's mouth snapped closed, both beacuse of the 'selfish' comment, and didn't that drag up something that was just ancient history, and because he didn't feel like hearing what Shōryū had to say about 'I don't care about me'.

Probably something about chunks of flesh again, and couldn't he come up with a better metaphor? Insufferable idiot. Didn't even need to use his stupid orders.

"I just... This isn't right. There was nothing else?" Enki didn't like the plaintive note in his voice. Way too vulerable for his tastes.

At the very least, Enki knew his king. With his effective surrender, and childish response, Shōryū turned to reward him with a smile. Cheerful, but implacable. He wouldn't see his kirin hurt because of simple stubbornness. He'd rather not see anyone hurt, but that was a tad too idealistic for his tastes. People would get hurt, but if he could arrange it so Enki wasn't one of them... that would be a successful campaign.

"We could pray a thousand times that you never be selected as a Player, but I doubt Tentei sees this far."

Cute. Enki rolled his eyes and grunted as Shōryū gave him a smile. As if that was going to be enough to make up for this... except... it almost, almost did make up for all this crap. It wasn't that huge a consolation, because that was a victory smile as well and he could stuff that and eat it.

But the other part? Yeah, he'd take what he could get.

It wouldn't get better, anyway. A whiff of blood, heralding pain (if not death) to come, and sand running out of his fingers... With another grunt, Enki straightened from his near bent-double position and poked Shōryū in the back.

"I feel sorry for the people here; they're all gonna get tricked into thinking you're this nice and pleasant person," Enki said with a raised eyebrow, mocking that smile just as he tucked it away in the back of his head. Even if it was one of his smug ones.

"And it's a ring that I'm supposed to give to a Weapon. They can then wield their own weapon and fight instead of me," Enki shrugged and laced his fingers behind his head, finally bowing to necissity and explaining what his sparkly, special ability ring would do.

Shōryū, at least, definitely needed to know, as he was probably the one who'd be the first to attempt it.

"What else're we gonna get? A link charm?"

"How terrible for them, to believe that." The smile continued, quirking into one more purely amused than anything else, "I'm sure you'll do your part to disillusion them of that?"

Especially after the debacle with Suzaku the day before. That had been highly interesting, and he wasn't going to let Enki forget the problems that went hand-in-hand with openly complaining about your king anytime soon. For now, there were more important matters.

"A link charm, and one of their-- hmm," he opened the book to one of the marked pages, and scanned the page, "A PDA."

"When necessary," Enki insisted, but not with the heat and nonchalance he'd usually use. The whole thing with Suzaku yesterday had been problematic, and he still didn't understand what the actual problem was, since Suzaku hadn't said---

Well. Enki just realized it was probably rather hard for Suzaku to attempt to have a conversation (something Shōryū, since he was the king), when Enki had forgotten part of the context... Then he refocused on Shōryū and unceremoniously snagged the book out of his hands to read himself. The word was vaguely familiar, but it wasn't as if he knew all technology they'd invented in Hourai.

"Huhn. You'd want something like that. We'll get those things first then." Enki nodded and dropped the book back in Shōryū's lap. Not even attempting to get any memories back sat a bit wrong, but he supposed he could stand it a while longer... especially as the memories you got back were apparently random, so the odds of getting the currently most annoying one back...

[Backdated to 1st Day, nearing lunch] And if you should forget who I am

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