#blackknightsgambit

"No such thing, demons don't get tired like humans."

Even so he rubs his face gently, the pads of his fingers massaging underneath his eyes. Getting acclimated to his new location was proving to be a challenge he hadn't expected, how bothersome.

Yet, he still provided a smile.

Suzaku needed to run.

His morning jogs were usually enough to sate him, but the building heat of the summer sun meant that the beaches would be warm enough to play in--warm enough for melon smashing, or swimming, or shaved ice.

Things were still so new with L.L. again--it took weeks for them to start talking, and then picking up their relationship back where they left off. He felt very much like a dog with his tail between his legs.

He felt even more like a dog when he turned to L.L. and admitted sheepishly that he wanted a day at the beach with him--a chance to run on the sand with him again, even if he knew L.L. would more than likely be lounging.

Even so, he was utterly gleeful when L,.L. agreed, again, feeling like a dog getting pat on the head.

After a game of frisbee, followed by a game of volleyball, he returned to L.L.'s side again, eagerly grinning.

There was a lot to make sense out of Spirale. The four wards, so different between each other both on technology and culture. The people of all kinds and sorts, including some that Sunday never dreamed could be real. Last but not least, the enormous mysterious hole in the middle of it all, as if reminding all of them of their impending doom at any moment. There was a lot to think and to ponder. Sunday himself had the goal to create a paradise for people, and this was not it. And if this wasn't it, he would take it upon himself to find what could be done. Although he also didn't know quite well where to start.

Her breath fogged in front of her, not exactly dressed appropriate to be wandering in fresh snow, but that didn't really matter to her at the moment.

What if he hadn't been transported to this place as well? How cruel to only take her and Suzaku.

Their joint search hadn't been frantic, but their efforts didn't fall in vain. As if an answering from the stars, she paused and allowed herself to focus on the figure who seemed invested with the phone in his hands. All in due time was C.C.'s patience rewarded with the shock of black hair against pristine snow and the glow of street lights. She could recognize him faster than anyone, striding closer until the girl hadn't even realized she broke into a sprint.

There was a soft collision of their bodies, his warmth absorbing into her own despite the chill of the air.

"Don't go wandering off on your own." As if it was his fault.

Toge had mostly been idling around looking over the map provided with his new phone, already populating the search engine with a plethora of ridiculous questions.

Most notably upon arrival, he felt the drain in his cursed energy, but for just how much, he couldn't help but be curious.

Spotting someone striding across the same sidewalk as him, a harmless command is uttered under his breath.

"S-Sorry, but do you...? Do you? Know where we..."

"I... I know they said this was 'Spirale City' and all, but they, ah..."

"They... They had to have made some kind of... m-m... mistake, right? Like, there's... There's another way out...?"

There was a young man sitting nearby playing a game with pieces that moved across a board. The style was different, but he couldn't help but recognize the patterns. Even though he was playing alone, it was obvious that this was a strategy game.

It drew forth memories of Jing Yuan bringing starchess down into the Shackling Prison for them to play. Always trying to find a way to make Dan Heng's time down there a little less bleak. The image in his mind faded out, and he was left standing near the game board.

"Might I step in and play a game as your opponent? I used to play something similar with an old friend."

He stared around the room. His hands crossed over his chest in a closed-off manner. Surveying the game set out in front of them. He had initially thought something thought-provoking would be fun for him and the other thinker standing beside him to enjoy. But this was far from a game of chess.

"I didn't think this was going to be a 'bite random objects' kind of scavenger hunt. But it's looking more like that is the point of this, the longer we stand in this room."

It still required thought to keep from breaking one's teeth, so technically it wasn't false advertising. Plus, he could snack on any candy they did find.

March would love this game...