Togusa

The paper is partly dry by now at least toward some places, though there are spots that are not dry at all. He won't get very blue, but if he works at it he might catch up with the blue on Koutarou's clothes.

"We're making a new one! Thanks. I was thinking of laying it over there so it can dry properly." He nods toward a table that has an uneven but flat surface at the moment.

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That's.

I don't know how to properly react to this, because I want to say 'amazing' and 'unfortunate' at the same time, and neither reaction sounds like enough.

The bottom of the sea. Wait, how do you live down there? Let alone how do you build the city?

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Honestly, as much as he wants to hear this story for the information, he keeps asking these questions because he loves seeing the look that's showing on Ardyn's face. Ardyn is smitten with Grell, and it is one of the best things to see. To watch them so happy.

"I could already see it, the day we all went to the beach," Togusa admits. "As much as the kids were trying to distract us." Togusa laughs at the memory. "She's not one to back down from you. You two are already making each other better."

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Just like that, yeah.

Thank you. I'll keep you in the know, whatever I find out, okay?

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Togusa chuckles as he does as instructed and helps carefully lay out the paper. “A masterpiece, unlike anything the world remembers seeing,” he proclaims.

But it does make him think of something as he moves to help pack up the next piece of paper. “This is the same for your old works, isn’t it? If we were to go check out the art museum, there would suddenly be a lot more color there wouldn’t it?” Togusa sounds extremely excited at that prospect. “Picasso’s whole Blue Period given back to us all at once.” A little more of the world falling back into rightness. It makes him feel like they’re making progress.

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Koutarou covers his mouth with the back of a blue hand, to cover a laugh. Not that he really tries to hide it, though. "Why thank you, Hitori."

Then he nods, a bit more serious, but still smiling. "I would certainly hope so. Those paintings would not feel right if their colors weren't returned to them at this point."

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Yeah, sure. Good luck, Hitori.

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notyourutopian

'I don't know how to properly react to this'
Is the subtitle of my autobiography at this point.

I don't know.
I think she was born there
The other me.
So they built it before the 40s at least?
But it doesn't make sense how.

I keep wanting to figure it out but I don't know enough to actually do it.

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Wait, 1940's? The other Eleanor is from that far back?

We've already supposed that most people aren't coming from the same place, the same planet, but that's really really far from what anybody's said before.

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The smile on Togusa's face only deepens. "We should go look. It would be nice to go there not for official business." The last time Togusa went there was for an attempted robbery, which, hey, they stopped, so good times.

One more drink of coffee before he turns to the new paper and helps tack it up. A nice blank surface, ready to be completely messed up. He peers over, and he shouldn't be surprised that Koutarou has different shades of blue ready to go. He picks the most bright, eye-popping shade he can find, like something out of a kindergarten crayon bin, with the stupidest grin on his face. This will be fun.

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daemonized

“Back down from me? Heavens, no, she’s not,” he says with obvious laughter in his words. “Not that I would expect anything else from a woman like Grell, but if anything, I am the one most likely to bend to her will, if she so wishes for it.”

At least he’s self-aware of this fact, so easily said with a smile.

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notyourutopian

I think so
Or the fifties I'm not sure of the date.
None of the memories have been very specific, unfortunately.

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[It's late at night and Tatsuo is still half-groggy from waking up and realizing the dream he just had was actually another of Ikuo's memories. And a not very pleasant memory at that. The first thing he does is yank down his covers and make sure he's not actually bleeding anywhere. And the second thing he does is grab his cell phone to send a text to Togusa, briefly forgetting just how late it is.]

so he definitely got shot

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“We should.” It sounds like a good idea to do so. “It’s been a while since we have been on a proper outing together.” No robbery or thief catching required.

Koutarou weights down the corners of the sheet they have taken down, in case somebody opens the door. “I see you found the bright ones first.” So did he, though. “I need to get a few more of some of these, go ahead and start.” He’s used up nearly everything in a few of the buckets. He’d just need to fetch unopened ones from a cupboard.

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[So guess who forgot to turn off his cyberbrain last night, so guess who gets woken up by a text that nearly gives him a heart attack?]

[Togusa scrambles for his phone, nearly tossing over the box by his bed to get it out, because this needs to be a phone call, not a text conversation, and not on the network, Tatsuo.]

[Ring ring, Tatsuo.]

"Where are you and what's happening?" Jolted awake and already halfway out of bed.

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[He'll feel bad in the morning when he fully realizes what probably happened. And then he'll probably laugh. Quietly. Where Togusa can't hear him.

He wasn't expecting a text back until the morning, because surely Togusa is fast asleep right now. And he certainly wasn't expecting a phone call, so when the ring tone he set for Togusa (ooc: which will be decided on at a later time, just know his friends all have their own ring tone) starts playing, Tatsuo blinks in confusion at his phone for a moment before answering.]

Um... in bed?

[the urgency in Togusa's voice throws him for a moment, but then it clicks]

Whoa. Not here. I'm fine. It was a memory. No one's hurt.

[not here anyway]

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There is a very long relieved breath out with a muttered rushed "you stupid fucking gimme a heart attack" while Togusa flumps back down into bed.

"Please. Please," said through a hand over his face, "double-check the context of your texts before you send them, holy shit."

Give him a second over here, where Togusa stares at the ceiling and seriously debates going to get the sake bottle out of the fridge. Oh, he casts one longing look at the door, but that would require getting up. "Right. Real reason you called. Fuck, did you remember getting shot?"

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Tatsuo lets out a small, embarrassed laugh. Seriously, what should he expect when he texts a police officer in the middle of the night that someone was shot...

"My bad..."

In his defense... yeah, no, he has pretty much no excuse and he knows it.

"Yeah, I think it was because I had another of those shared dreams earlier this month and I got shot in that dream. And then tonight I remembered what happened to Ryuuzaki. He took a bullet for someone."

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[ On the one hand, the nightmares and things that the fog has brought, and the concern for people he has encountered in those times, have completely thrown him out of the loop. On the other, it's still his best friends birthday and Koutarou wouldn't miss that even though he sucks at birthdays. He even has prepared a present for him. And he calls when he knows Togusa isn't at work yet, but not so early that he'd still be asleep or half-asleep. ]

Happy birthday, Hitori!

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My bad, Togusa rolls his eyes on his end. Revenge will come, Kihara. Just not now.

"Was that what happened in what I saw? The house fire?" Because if this Ryuuzaki guy has gotten shot more than once, Togusa is going to have to re-evaluate what he thinks of him.

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"Yes, though I don't think that was a house. They were in an amusement park. He looked up... there was an observation platform in the park, and he saw two men up there. One of them had a gun."

Tatsuo still isn't sure how Ryuuzaki spotted those two guys, or how he saw the gun. He's not too keen to revisit the memory in order to find out either.

"Ryuuzaki just... lept up and shoved one of the men with him out if the way."

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"Now there's a mental image," Togusa admits. "There are few enough people whose opinions you actually value." One of the things that's kept Ardyn, well, Ardyn. "But it's something you can trust her not to take advantage of."

"She's actually one of the most considerate people I know. Up until the exact point where someone might potentially get themselves hurt if they don't listen to her, so okay, maybe that's why it makes so much sense." A touch of a joke, but there's a serious opinion in there, too.

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Of course he did. Togusa dabs out a portion and swirls a brush through it to mix it up some. "It's only been a few months, but I'm glad all this stuff is still good," he comments.

The first few marks on the page are just random wavy lines, but Togusa looks very pleased as the color he has missed so much comes out. He looks at them, like he's trying to think of what to draw, but he eventually smiles and starts outlining a very large butterfly. "I think we've asked this before, but you think the world lost color for everybody? Or can animals still see what we can't?" He looks up a little. "This example doesn't work for Daisuke, but I've been wondering how much the world is changing for him, too."

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