exsilium | 001

[ when the feed flicks on, it’s to the simple image of a sharply dressed man adjusting his glasses upon the bridge of his nose. or rather, it’s the lens glare that strikes the view first, a flash of blue that obscures the friendly(?) way he eyes the viewer, the practiced way he smiles. ]

My apologies. [ the tone, too, is terribly kept, composed and precise. ] If I may, I kindly request that you lend me your brief attention for but a few minutes of your time.

First, allow me to introduce myself: I am Munakata Reishi. You will have to forgive me, I’m afraid, as my recent arrival will mean my lines of inquiry will run along the road of repetition.

[ it’s formality and ease in idle, clear-cut motions; he laces his fingers together and rests them neatly on the table set before him. his smile hasn’t moved. ]

There is, I understand, a . . . certain freedom to living in the time before we are called to action. Training is -- was mandatory, was it not? I don't suppose all of you have been keeping up with your weekly regimen during this temporary state of confusion.

But I digress.

Let me cut straight to the chase, then.

Certain concerns come to mind. Minimal organization though we may have, I admit I’m rather lost. [ there’s a breath of laughter, possibly meant to curb the tension… not to create it. ] With so many people in a state of little to no enforcement, is it safe there on Earth, I wonder?

. . . And what kind of activities, pray tell, have you found to be the most beneficial use of your undoubtedly limitless spare time?

PRIVATE; TO SARUHIKO FUSHIMI

[ it's a text, simple and innocuous. ]

I trust I find you well.

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( fushimi's response is a little delayed. extremely delayed, actually. he read it as soon as it came through but spent a small amount of time in that futile headspace of "if i ignore it i don't have to deal with it."

plus, it seems like a trap. )

As well as anybody could be. ( he already doesn't want to know where this is going. )

I wonder.

[ what cruel and baseless suspicion -- he's only checking in to see that they didn't lose pieces of fushimi in transit. ):

and anyway - ]

Will you be reporting in soon?

Maybe if you tell me where you are.

( your employees still can't read your mind, captain. useful a skill as that might be. )

If you start heading in the opposite direction, you'll see me soon enough.

[ and anyway - ]

I believe you were close before you decided to turn around.

( have...have you been watching him this whole time

well if munakata can see him, the creep, he'll notice fushimi stop in his tracks, if not the look of horror on his face when he reads the text itself.

deciding not to even respond to the message this time, he turns around and peers down the corridor before starting to walk back the opposite way as directed, keeping an eye out for the familiar blue uniform. )

Fushimi-kun.

[ likely, then, fushimi will hear him before he sees him.

but there he sits, relocated on a small bench next to a large glass window that overlooks the lunar landscape beyond. he cants his head in greeting, the light flashes over his glasses as he smiles. ] They brought you here in one piece, I see.

Sir. ( yes, it's true, he's really here. so fushimi gives up his last hopes of freedom and approaches dutifully. )

Thankfully. ( munakata's relief(?) isn't verbally reciprocated, however. ) No sign of the lieutenant, or any of the others.

( translation: "i didn't see any of my stupid coworkers while searching for misaki." )

So I've gathered upon my arrival.

Thank you, Fushimi-kun. [ and there's an easy politician's smile even as he makes no effort to hide he's sizing the boy up -- no injuries, his saber's at his hip, he sounds as unruly as ever...

and so he takes it that fushimi is just fine, after all. ]

Before we discuss the finer points of the term "others," shall we relocate?

( he just shrugs lazily. ) That didn't sound like a question.

( what was that about unruly? )

I will see to it that I inflect more liberally in the future.

[ aaaannndd he's already walking!

please don't turn around and walk the other way, he's not in any mood to make a scene on the moon. ]

( luckily, fushimi's not in the mood either.

so he follows close behind silently, as up for small talk as he always is. not like he cares where they're going, and munakata wouldn't have asked if he didn't have a place in mind already. )

[ it takes a hallway, a stairwell or two... but the walk goes by uneventfully, without much, if any, dialogue -- munakata keeps his arms tucked at the small of his back, keeps his counsel, keeps the smile on his face as they pass by the number of people still straggling behind on the moonbase.

there's no privacy, that much is obvious, but a corner table of the cafeteria will have to do for now. ]

Please. Sit.

Shall I go ask the chef to provide us with tea?

( he takes a seat before really needing to be prompted, and leans back in the chair with a light scowl. )

I don't care. ( well...he peers over at whoever is passing for the cafeteria staff. ) It's probably no good.

( he'll be shocked if very high quality tea made it here. )

No. [ a laugh, low and humoring. ] It really was not.

[ he sits then without delay, laying his tablet on the table before them. ]

Then let me be prompt, Fushimi-kun.

What is the first thing you remember before your arrival?

( yes good, prompt. he can do prompt. he's got things to do that don't include being in munakata's general vicinity. )

We were on the school island, just about to face off with Homra.

Is that so.

[ there's hardly a beat between them, no pause to indicate anything but the transition of one topic to the next. he leans forward with his hands folded on the table between them, smiling as he motions with a tilt of his head, for a span of time no longer than a second, towards his tablet on the table.

the screen is off even if the volume is still on -- a video is presumably playing, an old one, from the network.

and the voice, of course, is very familiar. ]

Then I assume you've taken the time to take inventory of our current company. [ ... or misaki, at least. ]

And therefore, the relevant anachronism.

( he definitely does recognize that voice. and though the conversation itself is unfamiliar, it could just as easily have been taken from some past homra recording. fushimi stares at munakata's tablet with a strange, far-off expression for a moment, and nods in the affirmative. )

Yeah. I've noticed.

[ there's a silence that stretches for just a second too long. ]

Well.

I don't think I need to formally call off the investigation at this point. Do I?

No. ( fushimi doesn't sound particularly moved, though--he just shrugs a bit. ) Isana isn't here, anyway.

Isana Yashiro.

[ there's a hum, consideration and speculation in equal parts.

and then, seemingly without prompt - ]

The Silver King.

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"private" texts to your employee, what will people say

""well no wonder he's the favorite"

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..........action...?

lights and cameras, too

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