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ingoldentent‌:

New day, new tasks regarding the Halloween Party, including public relations. Maybe next year Battler will hire an agency to do with job for him, but until then, he has to handle all the questions people may have about the event himself.

FROM: Battler Ushiromiya TO: ???

[Text]: I understans your worry, you sound good [Text]: Spirale city does have an array of people with the most diverse sorts of pwoers and personalities - including the powerfully nasty sorts [Text]: I fully beliece in my ability to deal with most of them tho! [Text]: If there is ant specific sort of concern you hgave, tho, feel free to share it!

he’s not sure if he actually expected a reply, given how intrusive he’d admittedly been from the get-go. still: concerns were concerns, and he was getting answers — though now baptiste wondered if, perhaps, the man could not quite see his phone as he typed. not that he intended to point that out, when he was already pushing some limits here.

[1/3] then that is all the more reason for me to be concerned, you see. those who have power are not always of the best nature to possess it in the first place.

[2/3] most is not exactly a word that instills confidence, unfortunately.

he pauses in his messaging, staring at the screen while figuring out what best to send next. there are a lot of worries still on his mind, of people that could be far too easily put in harm’s way and rumors he’s heard of the people who live on the island. it may be small, this, but he would like to do something, if possible.

[3/3] i don’t suppose you need any help with the festivities? i used to serve as a combat medic, so perhaps my array of skills is limited, but i would like to offer what little aid i can. hopefully it is not needed, of course.

it’s forthright, but honest. he does want to help — even if it happens that no help is needed. he hopes.

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kuyuzhishi‌:

          “I got more bandages– oh, wait,” she announces, voice muffled by her mask, then shuffles to put down her bags. As soon as her hands are free, she removes her mask. As much as she likes her costume, sometimes communication can be tricky.

     “I’m not exactly afraid something will happen, but it felt like we were a little low on bandages and rubbing alcohol so I went and got some more,” she clarifies before moving to start sorting through her things. “How have you been holding up? I hope you’ve been able to go out and enjoy the party. I don’t mind covering for you if you haven’t.”

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the pirate costume has been fine, but baptiste has been debating removing the eye patch. there’s something about deliberately inhibiting his vision that just doesn’t seem worth it, even for a festive day like this. at any rate, it’s been quiet around the medical room — no visitors save for stray party guests, but he’d rather give directions all night than have to patch up some fool who drank too much and got too wild.

<<So far so good. Hopefully not the quiet before the storm, of course, but who knows?>> he grins, still seated on one of the makeshift tables in the room, a bottle of ibuprofen in one hand; he may or may not have been nonchalantly reading the information on the back, for lack of better options. probably it would have been safe to leave and peek the party, but baptiste doesn’t like leaving a post like this unmanned.

<<Ah, it’s no problem. I’m not the type to go to these sorts of parties anymore anyway.>> a pause, and a grin, as he sets the bottle down. <<I grabbed myself a plate of food already, anyway. Was good — you should go and get yourself something. I’m fine hanging out here all night, miss Litchi.>>

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sterrenlied‌:

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✧*:･ﾟ| A catch of a familiar face sitting at a cafe table. Strange, he knew not where that face came from. Not a colleague of his and MOST IMPORTANTLY, not one of the beasts in human skin who kept him captive. A shaky hand swipes through his list of contacts on his phone, a hasty twitching of his digits — — Siebren hates an unsolved mystery!

JEAN - BAPTISTE Augustin. The name hits him.

EVERYTHING suddenly makes sense, puzzle pieces clicking together within the confines of his mind. The way he sits at his table, keeping a watchful eye, but barely noticed. A SHARP INTAKE of breath. The hunter and the hunted. But what if the hunter does not wish to hunt, but learn?

HE floats ( it can’t be helped that he stands out so much; feet refuse to touch the floor ) and makes his way closer to the other individual. Siebren lacks subtlety, caution. He doesn’t know the right thing to say, so he simply says what’s on his mind. ❝Monsieur Augustin, I PRESUME?❞ Subtleties lost on the starchild as he makes his tone clear as a cloudless sky. A warning, albeit not a threat.

A wide sweep of a hand, fingers resting, splayed against the table between them. It has been a month of hanging in limbo, his former employers matter not in the slightest anymore. ❝My name is Siebren de Kuiper and I mean you NO HARM. I was told to apprehend you at sight, but Akande is not here to reinforce his orders.❞ Lashes flutter, a shake of his arm as he sinks into the chair. ❝I do not know if Doctor O'Deorain would say the same. I suggest keeping an eye out for her.❞

STRANGE, his loyalty rests on the side of the geneticist and yet his consciousness would not allow his tongue to lie about what and who he’s seen on the island. Yet, something else spurns his interest; an unquenchable curiosity STRONGER than his quenchable loyalty. Just why did Baptiste leave?

A conversation with Genji Shimada sowed seeds of doubt in his ribcage, and now those seeds have begun to sprout. He feels vines CRAWL against his insides. Understanding, a desire to learn whether these vines are weeds or not.

baptiste is just here to enjoy a good meal — one of the many aspects of home he missed was food, and to his surprise this star trail has enough cuisine options to keep him occupied for the better part of a year, if not longer. he doesn’t want to spend his time here, of course, but if he’s going to be stuck on the island then he’d at least like to enjoy the little things in life.

as always, it seems life has other plans for him. he doesn’t hear the approaching footsteps, no matter how alert he may be, because there aren’t any. rather, baptiste only just spots the man approaching, floating, while mid-bite of his griyo. there is that instinct to panic, set alight in his bones, but instead he continues to calmly chew and swallow as if he hadn’t just been found again.

and here he thought he might be free of talon, just for a little while. the man speaks and he has no choice but to listen; it is strange, he thinks, that this man would waste time talking to him when the effort could have been more efficiently spent simply sneaking up on him, or stalking him from a distance. that he hasn’t already resorted to such tactics has him concerned — are there others lying in wait? does he speak the truth about anything? it is so difficult to tell, and baptiste has spent so long running and watching his back that he cannot be sure anymore.

but this once, he will give the benefit of the doubt to someone who has announced their connections to talon. just this once. he’s already seated himself across the table, so finishing his lunch in peace is out of the question.

<<I guess I don’t need to confirm that you are with talon, then.>> he’s named off enough names to increase his heart rate, though his expression is relaxed, almost jovial. if there’s one thing he does well under pressure, it’s to keep a smile about his face.

<<Many men say one thing, and then do another. Forgive me when I say I cannot trust a man who claims to work with them and do no harm in the same breath.>> a pause, as he studies the man seated across from him. in truth, he appears to be little more than an older gentleman, perhaps the researching sort — but baptiste knows that just because one pursues the sciences does not mean they are incapable of violence. <<If you aren’t here to eliminate me, then what is your reasoning in approaching me? I was having a nice lunch, you know.>>

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Party Preparations!

October 4th and 5th are dates of utmost importance for the Ushiromiya family. They were fateful days when all of their collective sins came to a tragic conclusion. They were the days when the Golden Witch Beatrice revived. They were the days when a little girl lost her whole family. They were the days when said little girl managed to see her family once again and become a grown woman.

But none of those things are happening at October 4th and 5th in Spirale City. The past must not be forgotten, but a truth of the future supercedes a truth of the past. If these days come to be associated with a joyful party at the city’s consciousness instead, then the hosts will be satisfied. There is no need of a massacre for them to reach the Golden Land tonight.

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@uraabity  ✚  starter call.

sooner or later, baptiste knew he was going to have to test out the boots. why the powers that be (in charge) left him with just the exo boots and a sad-looking toy gun, he wouldn’t pretend to understand — but it made sense to at least know what he was working with here. whether or not they were still even capable of their actual function.

after a quick crouch to charge them up, he finds that they do, in fact, work. not as well as expected (he’s only about fifteen or so feet off the ground, if his estimate is correct), but a fair distance. despite his sincerity for genuinely testing his gear in a serious manner, he just can’t quite contain a whoop of glee when he goes for the second jump. what he doesn’t expect, however, is to land in front of a young girl. he’s glad he hasn’t crushed her by accident; perhaps a foot further and there might have been a serious accident.

<<Sorry, I should have been paying more attention — but you’re alright, yes?>> there’s a somewhat sheepish grin upon his face as he scratches the back of his head. <<I got a little carried away there. Even adults do that sometimes. Still, that’s no excuse. I hope I didn’t scare you too badly.>>

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@ingoldentent  ✚ planned.

this invitation he’s gotten is... interesting, to say the least. baptiste is fond of the idea of a party here on the island — if nothing else it will certainly serve as a morale boost for the people trapped here — but the practicality of it leaves him wondering. given what he’s seen and what he’s heard, there’s more than a little concern lingering in his heart (even as he debates a costume).

so he goes to his phone. it’s a slightly outdated piece of tech, but it does get reliable service no matter where he goes on the island, so there’s that. his lips purse ever so slightly as he focuses on the screen and finds the contact he’s looking for. it’s strange that it comes preloaded with contacts (the rest of the island, presumably?) but he doesn’t question it, instead pressing the ‘new message’ option from the prompts given.

[1/2] hey. i hope this doesn’t come off too badly, but i figured i owed myself some peace of mind. this party idea sounds pretty good, but i just want to make sure you really are prepared for all possible outcomes of the exceptionally large population of this island turning out in one location.

[2/2] i prefer to see the best in people, but you know how that can go sometimes.

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@deadlockcr   ✚  starter call.

he’s fascinated by the tiny figure upon the table across from him, watching with undisguised interest as his plate goes untouched a while longer. it almost looks like some sort of omnic miniature, but baptiste has never seen them made into action figures — that’s what this one looks to be, anyway. whatever technology powers it, he’s not sure. do they even have omnics here on the island?

then he realizes that he’s been staring, and the woman who must own the figure has paused her own dinner to glare back at him. oops. all he can think to do is offer a small, genial wave of one hand and flash a brilliant smile. hopefully he hasn’t been too rude.

<<Sorry miss — was just admiring your tech. No harm done, right?>> hopefully they’ll be able to return to their respective dinners in peace.

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vhalkyrja‌:

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With an apple and book in tow the doctor on leave decides crucial studies are her best medicine for now. If she were to be at her very best for the people of Radiale island she would need to be at prime condition despite equipment cut and bare of hand when it once came to the technology she was most familiar with and quite known for. Carefully tucked away beneath the overhang of freshly blooming cherry blossoms she smiles, thankful for the moment of peace of quiet.

Even though she knows it was always just a moment.

Before she can loosen the tab holding her previous place of last night’s studies in place she looks up and spots a figure as strikingly familiar the face it surely belonged, calling out to him with a sense of relief.

“Baptiste! It’s nice to see a familiar face.”

he is cautiously aware of the island’s natural beauty — there are far too many unknowns for baptiste to truly enjoy it all, but it is impossible to ignore sights such as these endlessly blooming cherry blossoms. (only briefly does he wonder how they continue to bloom out of season here.) it would almost feel like an extended vacation were it not for the fact that he remains trapped here against his will.

and still, there continue to be upsides to the situation. uncertainty colors his features as he spots her from a distance; it looks like the good doctor as he remembers her from their time working together in venezuela, but he can’t be certain until he draws closer. as he does so, she lifts her head and addresses him first. it’s definitely her, and that much gives him a mixture of relief and concern —  that she is also here.

<<Doctor Ziegler!! —  Angela.>> it is a small correction, but one she warrants for their familiarity, however brief. he jogs in her direction until they are comfortably face-to-face, a jovial smile blooming upon his lips as he gets closer. there are a thousand things he’d like to ask her, and none of them seem suited to the moment at hand, and so baptiste settles for catching up first. <<Are you well? I hadn’t expected to run into you in a place like this. I had thought it was just my luck, but that doesn’t seem to account for you being here, too.>>

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ooc. alrighty, looks like meme day is technically over + this blog is showing up in tags! (at least when i check it from another blog, whew.) so you know what that means --

it’s time for a starter call. they’ll vary in length + depending on my inspiration. capped at... five? five!! of course, ovw folks are free to like over the cap. any desire to plot something more permanent / long-term / less vague than my startercall, my inbox and IMs are open.

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you need a band aid for that ?