#sho 01

despite his best efforts to maintain a certain level of calm, this whole situation is beginning to wear on sir bedivere. three, four days he has been here, each with a fresh round of distractions and complications, and even a knight with patience enough to last more than a thousand years might begin to fray at the edges. this is not to say that he is upset--he is in a peaceful place, his king within reach, his search concluded--he is overjoyed. but he is also worn thin, and tired in a way he has not been for a long time, and his muscles are straining with nervous energy.

this is what brings him out so far, to a frozen glade just inside the edge of the forest, sword in hand. it is a sturdy blade, but his strength has been in his silver arm, not his weaponry, and that is what spurs him to spar with invisible figures--airgetlam has no worth here. he needs to be certain he can protect the king of knights. if something were to happen because he depended on his noble phantasm too much--oh, he would never be able to bear it.

and he is not being quiet, yelling his frustrations with each swing of the blade, and maybe that is what draws the attention of another. it takes him too long to notice the presence on the periphery--sloppy, incompetent--and when he does he whirls to face them, breathless, the look on his face somewhere between divine wrath and startled rabbit.

Sunny made a noise between a sigh and a snarl as he tried to sort through the rubble that had overtaken a great deal of the Club Euphoria’s building. Since most of the actual business was in the lower floors, the damage probably wasn’t as bad as it looked. Still, with the walls crushed, the door gone, and the sign halfway across the street, it was clear they wouldn’t be opening for a while. And just when a paycheck would have been nice, damn.

He gripped a chuck of concrete with his feelers, wincing again at how heavy it felt, an painful reminder that his full strength was one again stolen from him. The same could be said of his senses, though that didn’t register before he carelessly threw the slab away in a fit of rage. The thing slammed to the ground near a passerby, though whether it hit or not, Sunny couldn’t tell. 

This guy... Yosuke doesn’t like the look this guy is giving him. It’s a little too knowing, like they’ve met and Yosuke just forgot, but he knows that’s not the case. He wouldn’t forget him.

He had no means of warding off any symptoms that plagued him. No way of keeping his fever at bay or his chest from aching. Each breath was a chore and walking was a strain. He wandered in search for Gonta, Maki, and Kiibo. His friends were with him before, but now, who was to say? Would they even still call him ‘friend’ after what he had done? 

How many times had he been dropped into another world, now? More than enough to last him the rest of his lifetime, he thinks, but at least this place was a lot more organized than the TV World he’d fought to gain even a sliver of understanding of.

In fact, it paled in comparison, but he’d long ago grown used to adapting to new environments in a short amount of time. The one thing he hadn’t gotten used to, however, was suddenly being cut off from all of his friends. 

He’d figure this out. He had to. Yu was sure that for now his team of classmates could get by without him, but...

He pulled his thick, woolen coat closer to his body. The biting cold reminded him all too well of their absence.