rakuen | Backdated to Sunday night (Don and America)

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Backdated to Sunday night (Don and America)

Characters: Suzaku Kururugi, Don Whitehorse, OU!America
Format: Whatever you like but I'll start in prose
This log is: Closed
Location: Sunday eavning Cafeteria and then Room Red 1-A on Sunday Night
Summary: Suzaku gets all the weapons
Warnings:

Cafeteria (for America): Just like at lunch, Suzaku took the discard food and sat at the discard table. The food was tasteless but he was not playing this game, he was not doing what they wanted and acting above others. It was stubborn, it was stupid and it would probably achieve nothing. He didn't care.

He looked around for any other people at the discard table.

Room Red 1-A (For Don): Suzaku was sat on his bed reading through the manual, if he were to fight tomorrow he had to make sure he knew the rules. He did not wish to fight but that was the only way to protect Lelouch, so that is what he would do.

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America frowned as his stomach growled in hunger. Didn't they have anything good to eat here! What he wouldn't give for a nice, big hamburger or a juicy steak right about now. Along with a bushel of fries and a large coke. The thought of his favorite food items had only served to make his stomach growl louder though. Pouting as he sat his chin down on the table, not noticing the wandering eyes that may land on him.

Suzaku saw the man sitting opposite him, he did not look happy. Suzaku nodded over at him, "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, don't they have any other food to eat here?" His gaze shifted over towards the other person, looking at him with a sad expression on his face. His stomach was getting louder by the minute as images of food began to flash through his mind.

Suzaku nodded, "They do, but you need to be a player, or have permission from one to eat it." He guessed this man hadn't read the manual. He nodded over to the other tables where people had a variety of different food which wasn't this barley mush they were eating.

"That's freakin' lame dude." He let his forehead hit the table in front of him and started to groan in dispair. And then, he stood up. "C'mon dude~! There's gotta be a way to get some of the good stuff!"

Suzaku blinked at him, he guessed he must be new, there had been more people brought here, who had arrived on the train. "You have to pair up with a Player, who gives you permission, and then you eat whatever you like," he shrugged, "It's a corrupt system, but that is how it works."

His stomach growled even louder as Alfred began to frown and stare at the kid. And stared, and stared some more. This guy was joking wasn't he? Of course, he just had to be! There's no way that anyone would get away with something like this after all!

And so America continued to stare for a few more moments. He wasn't joking was he? No, no he wasn't. "That's stupid dude! How am I supposed to find one of those player guys then! I'm freaking starving man~!"

Suzaku shrugged and stared at his bowl, "I am a Player," he told him, "I can vow to you if you wish. I wont use you in battle if you don't wish to fight, but I can make sure you are allowed to eat whatever you wish, and have all the other rights as well."

He looked up at him, he truly didn't wish to be part of this system, but he had no choice and at least he could try and make it better for others.

"Holy crap, are you serious dude! That would be freakin' awesome of ya! So yeah, I'll vow to you if it'll get me some food!" Excitement is painted on his face. And for a split second his hunger has practically disappeared. He finally found the one kind soul who will help feed him! And that was something that is extremely awesome in his book.

Suzaku merely nodded and slipped from the bench into a kneel, if he was going to vow to people he would do it properly. "I Suzaku Kururugi, vow to protect you as long as you are my Weapon, and to give you all the rights that otherwise would be denied you." Suzaku remained kneeling waiting for America to acknowledge the vow and for the mark to appear.

A quick blink and then a confused look dawned on Al's face. It wasn't every day that someone kneeled in front of him after all, and in truth it kind of made him feel a bit important. "Yeah, sure. And I, Alfred F. Jones, or America, except!" And with that, he held out his hand for the other person to shake. That's how to properly introduce yourself and strike a deal after all.

Suzaku nodded and got to his feet before shaking Alfred's hand. "Nice to meet you," he said, before taking out a notepad and pen from his rucksack and writing a quick note.

I Suzaku Kururugi give Alfred F. Jones or America permission to eat from the full menu, sit wherever he wishes in classes and at dinner, use all of the school facilities including the city wide network and to leave the campus when he wishes to. He signed it and handed it over, "They'll let you eat whatever you want now," he nodded at him again.

"Awesome! Thanks dude! And if ya ever need anything then don't be a stranger!" He took the note with a grin before turning to head off. There had to be some hamburgers or ice cream somewhere around here! "Oh yeah, by the way how do ya know what weapon ya got?"

Suzaku watched him and then blinked, "Do you remember anything from the dream on the train?" His had been really vague and he had only remembered his weapon when Feferi had drawn it. "If you want once you've eaten I'll draw it and then you will know."

"Yeah, I remember a little of it. But didn't really think it was really important." He gave a small shrug of his shoulders. Normally he wouldn't think any of his dreams were all that important. A little strange at times, maybe. Never really important. "And that sounds good to me dude! Don't wanna get into a fight with somethin' that ya don't even know how to use after all!"

Suzaku nodded, "Yes I wouldn't like to have to fight with something I have never seen." He nodded again and let the man go and get his food, since he had sounded hungry.

ooc: Hey, would you be up for a battle against England (with AU!America as a weapon?)

"Awesome! Hang on then dude while I go eat. Then we can go and practice!" And he's off, grabbing almost everything that looks good to him.

{OOC: Sure, I would!}

Suzaku nodded and sat silently eating the barely stew silently waiting for him to return.

(ooc: here we go then the first bit is them meeting the others and agreeing to fight, the next bit is the battle, were doing them both at once to save time!)

It wouldn't take him all that long to return with a tray stacked full of different foods, mainly anything that closely resembled a hamburger. "This'll only take a sec. Dude!"

Suzaku was a little surprised at the amount of food the man brought back, but he had been hungry. Suzaku nodded and finished off the barley stew before waiting for Alfred to finish his food.

(ooc: Also on IC Wednesday - so ooc yesterday and today- Suzaku won the round, since America was still his weapon at the time he will earn 4 extra raks)

If he was impressed by the amount of food that he had grabbed then he would most likely be even more impressed when he started to eat it. America was practically finishing up one food item almost every 30 seconds or so. And in between he would take occasional sips from his coke and then go right back to eating. It would take him almost half the time to finish the pile of food when compared to how long it took for him to grab it all.

And in truth the scene probably looked a bit comical.

{OOC: Oh alright then!}

Suzaku was impressed, he had finished his stew by now and sat quietly amazed at how much the other man was eating and the speed of it.

"Did you just arrive yesterday?" He asked, the train had brought new people and he had not seen America before.

A nod of the head came in response before America looked up to answer him. "Yesh! I did..." His mouth was still stuffed with food as he talked to the other person. Grabbing his drink again to help wash down what food that he had left in his mouth.

Suzaku nodded and waited until he spoke, he wondered if people would be coming regularly, or if it would just be a few train fulls before they were all here, and why hadn't they not brought them all together? It was not like the train had been full.

He was silent waiting for the man to finish eating.

The Don entered the room, glancing around it. It's a little small for a man of his stature, but it's not something he'd complain about. When he sees Suzaku, he nods his head in his direction as he moves to what he assumes to be an unoccupied bed. He sits on it, scratching his beard absently as he sets his things on the table next to the bed.

"Hey, son."

Suzaku looked up at the man who entered the room, he had noticed the new name on the door and was glad to see that this roommate was not a kid. "Hello sir," he said, nodding formally since the man was quite a lot older than him.

The Don chuckled at the gesture. He was not a man of formalities but it was alright, he supposed. At least the younger generation still had some respect these days.

"Findin' anything interesting in what yer readin'?"

Suzaku shrugged, "Nothing that we do not know already, but it mentions that Weapons can be punished for their Players actions, so I want to make sure that I know the rules."

He did not care about himself being punished, but he didn't want others to be punished for his mistakes.

"You a Player or a Weapon, kid? Can't say I'm comfortable with the inequality goin' on in this place fer Weapons."

The Don hadn't managed to get a Player, not that he'd been looking all that hard in the first place. He was too old for games like this, and playing into this place's hand like that would be like playing into the Empire, something he'd managed to avoid since leaving it. He needed to figure out a way to fix this place's priorities.

"Using rights as leverage to make us play their games is wrong," he said looking angry for a moment, "I am a Player this round, I was a Weapon last round," he looked at the older man, "How about you sir?"

"Ain't that the truth of it all?" he sighed, a little world weary if one had to guess. He's seen this sort of manipulation too much in his lifetime, just different circumstances but the results were always the same. Using people for gain. It always did leave a bad taste in his mouth.

"Seems like I'm a weapon considerin' I wasn't called."

Suzaku nodded, he was used to such a system as well, systems built on injustice; but it did not mean he didn't hate it.

"If you wish I can vow to you, I wouldn't expect you to fight for me if you did not wish to, but I can make sure you are protected and have rights."

"It doesn't make much sense to gather dust rather than be useful fer somethin', does it? An old man like me ain't got much use for rights or anything of the sort."

Still, he gave the kid a once over, stroking his beard in consideration. It wouldn't be a bad idea to align him with someone else who was against the system. He wasn't the type to change things from the inside, but it could do for now until he was able to gain a following with the same inclinations.

"But since yer offerin', it'd be damn rude of me ta refuse."

"It doesn't mean you shouldn't have them, or that they should be denied to you." But he nodded and stood up off his bed before approaching the older man and kneeling in front of him.

"I Suzaku Kururugi do promise to take you as my Weapon and to protect you during that time," he watched as the sword mark appeared on the man's hand.

A booming laugh broke from the Don the moment Suzaku was on his knee. This was just rich. It reminded him of that rookie knight friend of Yuri's. He noted the symbol on his hand briefly before sizing him up again.

"The hell are you, kid? Some kinda Knight?"

The laughter was a little unnerving and Suzaku blinked. At the question he nodded once. "I am the Knight of Zero, Knight to the Emperor of the Holy Empire of Britannia."

"I knew it. The gestures, the act, yer all the same no matter where your from."

His laughter subsided, and he shook his head casually. He'd not lived the greater half of his life disconnected from the Empire to be put with a Knight in some sick excuse for an afterlife. Well, he was willing to give him a chance. He was old enough to know not every Knight fit the mold he detested.

At the words and the faded laughter Suzaku looked down. He wasn't sure if this man had heard of him though he hadn't thought they were from the same world. Or if he just had something against knights in general.

Suzaku was used to being disliked though so he just moved back to his own bed quietly.

"You dislike knights?"

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sob if you want to drop this it's fine i'm late;;

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