#politesper

They were out looking for espers, time travellers and aliens, of course, their consistent weekend activity. Though naturally, if they weren’t in Haruhi’s group, they wouldn’t bother. Itsuki had apparently wanted to talk with her about something, and Mikuru overheard him order Yuki to put the two of them together. And currently, they were walking to a location more secluded to potential eavesdroppers.

“...Koizumi, you should be nicer to Nagato.” They’re not technically in private yet, but they’re away from the others, therefore this is the most appropriate time to speak on such semi-private matters.

“At least give her a reason before you boss her around. She’s just a girl! And it’s not like it’s classified.” Nobody tells Mikuru anything at all. She doesn’t have nearly enough clearance, she’s not even close to being important enough to know. But in the SOS Brigade, they’re all equals.

When she sees the boys boss Yuki around thoughtlessly, it makes her sad.

“You and Kyon are both so mean!” It’s not intense criticism, of course, only a lightly disapproving tone, complete with a harmless punch on the shoulder. “There’s no reason not to disclose the reasons behind orders to her, she’s going to get lonely again if you keep that up.”

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"  hi  there,  pretty  boy.  "  he  does  a  little  wink,  little  smirk.  

walking  towards  the  clubroom  was  the  last  semblance  of  real  normalcy  kyon  had  for  the  day.  well,  then  again  it  all  depended  on  the  actions  of  a  certain  club  leader.  there  were  days  when  the  club  was  actually  pretty  tame.  and  kyon  loved  those  days.  much  more  than  whatever  weird  scheme  haruhi  had  conjured  up  for  the  week.

as  he  made  his  way  towards  the  clubroom,  he  sees  koizumi  standing  outside.  a  hand  raises  to  greet  the  other  but  is  caught  off  guard  by  the  other's  words.

despite  his  disbelief,  his  face  was  a  bit  flushed  as  he  takes  in  what  happened.  it  was  like  he  was  frozen  there  before  his  brain  finally  strings  letters  in  his  brain  to  just  simply  say  --  

❝ you look like you know what i'm thinking. ❞

It was supposed to be a discussion about the events of the Kyon incident, but as usual, he speaks as if to a wall with nothing to contribute to the conversation. She performed a miracle on the level of, if not greater than, all human notions of deities. But for all his words, he doesn’t even say ‘thank you’.

He tells her that she should’ve listened to him, as if she’s done anything but listen to him and listen to him for all his short-sighted, self-serving, unsustainable ideas.

She finds herself thinking is that he should’ve been the interface. He’s just like them - the incessant voices clawing at her mind, her creators, her destroyers.

She left those voices behind for a reason.

Sometimes it took a single look to bring something back.

Lately Bowen had been having all sorts of strange and different memories, flashbacks. It all started with the memory of a girl.. but now it was growing into something more, detailed, convoluted. Faces upon recognition bringing feelings of recognition, more thoughts, recollections. First it was that one guy, this.. seemingly normal guy, a student in the same school, just a glimpse and he was already someone the blonde knew.. but now.

He was getting again, from another fellow student, another man.

A casual pass in the hallway and suddenly the face is imprinted from something he can remember, he can hear his voice without even actually listening to it! A voice that seemed to match his somewhat smiling demeanor. Who was this guy? Apparently he seemed pretty popular, A lot of the girls seemed to give this fellow adoring looks.

How lucky.

Maybe he should try and get a moment to speak to this guy for real. It was easy to find out his class through a walk around as everyone was coming to class for the day. To get his attention.. a note! Yes, if he's got admirers he should be used to that kind of crap shouldn't he? 'Meet me on the roof of the main building after school. It's important'. Hopefully that should be enough. Continue on as per usual until the final bell.

And as quickly as he could the blonde would make it onto that roof hopefully before the other guy did. Actually if he's familiar.. put the armband on. Yes, that armband, the one that gives him off vibes whenever he puts it on despite the fact that he made it himself off of another memory. It served for two things. To keep him on this task of finding out why he was getting these memories (and the physical side effects of recollection) and.. to see if anyone else could pick up a memory, from something like this.

“Hey. Wake up, dumbass. I didn’t drug you that hard.” Ken pulls his cheek. Then rolls his eyes and presses a taser to the boy’s side.

Simon was by himself.

Actually, no, that wasn't quite right. There were still plenty of Apex children running around the Mall Car. The difference was that Grace wasn't there. She had taken a small group of the kids to raid a car that didn't require the presence of the entire Apex.

And of course, as the second-in-command, Simon had been left in charge of those that remained at home base. Not that he minded. Having a bit of extra authority over the kids was nice, actually. But he had to admit that Grace being gone for significant amounts of time gave him a little bit of anxiety.

Not something he wanted to dwell on.

Fortunately for him, he didn't have to for long. Because his attention was quickly brought to an entirely different situation, when one of the children called up to him from the floor below the balcony. ``Simon! There's a passenger here that's not from the Apex!``

Well. That was different. It wasn't everyday that the passengers found them- usually it was the other way around.

"Okay, hold tight! I'll come down." Quickly heading to the escalator, Simon descended back down to the first floor, where his attention was drawn to the flock of children that had crowded around the newcomer. "Apex! Disperse! Give them some breathing room, sheesh."

The children obeyed Simon's command, giving him room to approach the passenger himself. And then came the hard part- figuring out what exactly to say in this situation.

      It was rare that Chat Blanc had visitors. After all, he had killed everyone in Paris quite some time ago. He hadn’t done so purposely, of course. No. He would never do such a thing to those he protected. Even now, he still kept vigil over the city at all hours of the day, patrolling what little there was left above the water. With him being unable to lift his transformation, there was no reason why he shouldn’t. This was what his Lady would want him to do, r̴i̷g̷h̸t̴? To become the eternal Guardian of those who resided here. Yes, he was sure that’s what she would’ve wanted. The ruins of Paris were under his watchful dead blue eyes at all times, anything living that entered automatically was met with aggression or near violent curiosity. H̷̝̃̕ȅ̷͖̯ ̷̛̺͇͛w̵͔͔̆o̶̰̊ǔ̸̞͝ĺ̴͙̭͠d̷̠͘ ̴̱̑d̸̯̝̍̍o̵̘͕̎̔ ̸̲̜̇a̶̰̐̄n̸̖̰̈̅y̸̪̠̓̀ẗ̶͙́h̷̭̚ͅǐ̵̯͎̇ň̵͍̫ǵ̷̮ ̴̼̼͊f̵̟̄̆ǫ̷͓̂r̵̞͉̆ ̵̡͖͒h̶̢͒̇i̶͖̓̔ș̷̚ ̴̲̏L̸̹͒â̷̘d̴͖̣̂y̴̤̳͆.̵̟̍̿. An̸̖̰̈̅y̸̪̠̓̀ẗ̶͙́h̷̭̚ͅǐ̵̯͎̇ň̵͍̫ǵ̷̮ .

     And so when his cat like sense had picked up on movement, he was quick to go and investigate. It was a ways off, but his ears and heightened sense of smell never failed him. Everything was so quiet. So peaceful. S̸o̷ ̵l̶o̷u̵d̴.̴ ̷P̶l̶e̵a̶s̴e̸ ̵M̴a̴k̸e̶ ̸i̴t̸ ̶S̵T̵O̵P̸.̸