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Heaven's BBS - Text
From: Chikusa Kakimoto
Date: September 11th
Emotions are the worst. Can we make them stop?
[Last night was horrible. The Heaven's are horrible. Chikusa doesn't regret trying to kill Add, because he was always going to do that, but he probably shouldn't have gone after Fushimi.]
[It seems like that's all that's going to happen, but then, an hour later....]
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From: Anonymous
Date: September 11th
I'm the anonymous who asked about romance stories. I finished writing a chapter not long ago. I had a few days spare time so that's what I did with it. I posted it here. I guess I'll accept criticism.
[The underlined thing which is absolutely a link leads to some sort of blogging platform where people can join communities related to certain interests or shared hobbies. The BBS's anonymous apparently goes by the username "keiyuki", with the kanji 啓 and 行 composing it. The title of the story-in-progress is apparently "Hunting Besides the Sun".]
[....No chapter title, however. Just "Chapter 1", and then right into it.]
Casimiro did not take a step into is commanding officer's presence before he was cut off. "I don't care. Do it."
Casimiro was not good at arguing. It didn't help that most people weren't when it came to Commissioner Deacon Caputo. "I don't care" was final. Casimiro ignored it. "I want a different partner," he said. He finally closed the door behind him. What he didn't say was that he hadn't even met his new partner. He didn't want a partner at all but that was besides the fact. All he knew was the other man's name from a file that had been left on his desk.
Caputo finally looked up at him with an unimpressed look. That was one thing Casimiro and him had in common. He had heard of a phrase "to wear your heart on your sleeve". The two of them were the opposite. They weren't very much alike in any other areas physically or in personality besides sharing the same kind of dark hair. Caputo's hair was styled in a way that framed his face pointedly. His eyes eyes were bright. "Stop wasting my time," he said with his hands pressed against the desk. "You're the only one available and capable. You can quit if you don't like it."
[The rest of the chapter is more or less the same. The main character seems to be named Casimiro Falco, a police officer in Italy Through the chapter, it's revealed that his previous partner was injured too badly to ever return to the same duties as before, and thus Casimiro has been assigned a partner who is new to the job: Elio Adesso. Both of them are part of a very particular unit within the police force that is teasingly called the "Giallo".]
[Also did you want to learn a lot about the inner workings of the various police groups of Italy? Because you are getting so much of that. Someone tell "keiyuki" that it's not necessary. Please. Not to this extent.]
[Along with that, the rest of the writing is fairly cut and dry as well. It's like a middle schooler's first creative writing assignment. Complex sentences? Indepth descriptions? Nah. The only time the author seems to get worked up is when Casimiro meets Elio for the very first time, prompting this: ]
Casimiro's eyes swept over Elio Adesso's form and he immediately wanted to die.
He wasn't ugly. Probably. He was simply disgusting. He looked worse the longer Casimiro looked at him. The proud uniform Casimiro himself wore was a wrinkled and stained mess on Elio. How was a mystery to the more experienced cop. Didn't the other man only get his uniform today? Yet there was a new stain every time Casimiro looked. Dirt clung to the cuffs of his pants along with who knew what other kind of filth. Wrinkles dominated the front of his jacket. It was frankly a miracle that his tie was still around his neck. And that was just Elio's clothing.
It was only the presence of the uniform that gave any sort of guarantee that the blond man in front of him belonged in a police station without handcuffs around his wrists. Casimiro was still willing to bet on a chance that it was all just stolen. It fit the blond's demeanor. Something about him was scruffy down from his hair into his bones. At least his hair wasn't scruffy right in that moment although Casimiro wasn't sure if that was better or worse. Someone had clearly slapped their hand full of hair gel and swept Elio's hair back once and only once. That "someone" was probably Elio himself if the stain on the thigh of his pants leg was any indication. The result was that his hair stuck up in odd spikes all along the back. It was ludicrous although at least it left his face clear. Various small scars decorated his lips and the areas around them. His ears shared the same trait. The scars warped strangely when Elio smiled. That too was disgusting. All of Elio's breakfast habits for the past month could be seen in the bared canines.
Casimiro had read once that many species bared their teeth as a sign of aggression. He could see why in that moment although not for the practical reasons. There was simply no other reaction that could be had for someone who apparently didn't brush their teeth.
There was only one part of Elio Adresso that didn't make Casimiro want to drown him immediately in the nearest body of water. That was his eyes. A lot of people had brown eyes. Casimiro would have guessed most did. Yet Elio's eyes burned warm in a way that he wasn't used to. It was strange for Casimiro to say but they had a light to them.
Any charitable thought he had vanished when Elio grasped his hand and he got a good close look at the various bits of blood and dirt that were gathered beneath Elio's fingernails. A shudder went up his spine.
[ooc: Since I love myself, I won't be writing out the whole chapters for Chikusa's little project. Thus, feel free to input little details into the story if you want, whether critique on Chikusa's writing or a minor scene that's happened. All the major stuff I'll be covering in my brief summaries. If you're worried about overstepping boundaries, feel free to hit me up on PM or at my plurk.]
[ALSO let me know if you're replying to Chikusa's first post, or "Anonymous'" post!]
Date: September 11th
Emotions are the worst. Can we make them stop?
[Last night was horrible. The Heaven's are horrible. Chikusa doesn't regret trying to kill Add, because he was always going to do that, but he probably shouldn't have gone after Fushimi.]
[It seems like that's all that's going to happen, but then, an hour later....]
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From: Anonymous
Date: September 11th
I'm the anonymous who asked about romance stories. I finished writing a chapter not long ago. I had a few days spare time so that's what I did with it. I posted it here. I guess I'll accept criticism.
[The underlined thing which is absolutely a link leads to some sort of blogging platform where people can join communities related to certain interests or shared hobbies. The BBS's anonymous apparently goes by the username "keiyuki", with the kanji 啓 and 行 composing it. The title of the story-in-progress is apparently "Hunting Besides the Sun".]
[....No chapter title, however. Just "Chapter 1", and then right into it.]
Casimiro did not take a step into is commanding officer's presence before he was cut off. "I don't care. Do it."
Casimiro was not good at arguing. It didn't help that most people weren't when it came to Commissioner Deacon Caputo. "I don't care" was final. Casimiro ignored it. "I want a different partner," he said. He finally closed the door behind him. What he didn't say was that he hadn't even met his new partner. He didn't want a partner at all but that was besides the fact. All he knew was the other man's name from a file that had been left on his desk.
Caputo finally looked up at him with an unimpressed look. That was one thing Casimiro and him had in common. He had heard of a phrase "to wear your heart on your sleeve". The two of them were the opposite. They weren't very much alike in any other areas physically or in personality besides sharing the same kind of dark hair. Caputo's hair was styled in a way that framed his face pointedly. His eyes eyes were bright. "Stop wasting my time," he said with his hands pressed against the desk. "You're the only one available and capable. You can quit if you don't like it."
[The rest of the chapter is more or less the same. The main character seems to be named Casimiro Falco, a police officer in Italy Through the chapter, it's revealed that his previous partner was injured too badly to ever return to the same duties as before, and thus Casimiro has been assigned a partner who is new to the job: Elio Adesso. Both of them are part of a very particular unit within the police force that is teasingly called the "Giallo".]
[Also did you want to learn a lot about the inner workings of the various police groups of Italy? Because you are getting so much of that. Someone tell "keiyuki" that it's not necessary. Please. Not to this extent.]
[Along with that, the rest of the writing is fairly cut and dry as well. It's like a middle schooler's first creative writing assignment. Complex sentences? Indepth descriptions? Nah. The only time the author seems to get worked up is when Casimiro meets Elio for the very first time, prompting this: ]
Casimiro's eyes swept over Elio Adesso's form and he immediately wanted to die.
He wasn't ugly. Probably. He was simply disgusting. He looked worse the longer Casimiro looked at him. The proud uniform Casimiro himself wore was a wrinkled and stained mess on Elio. How was a mystery to the more experienced cop. Didn't the other man only get his uniform today? Yet there was a new stain every time Casimiro looked. Dirt clung to the cuffs of his pants along with who knew what other kind of filth. Wrinkles dominated the front of his jacket. It was frankly a miracle that his tie was still around his neck. And that was just Elio's clothing.
It was only the presence of the uniform that gave any sort of guarantee that the blond man in front of him belonged in a police station without handcuffs around his wrists. Casimiro was still willing to bet on a chance that it was all just stolen. It fit the blond's demeanor. Something about him was scruffy down from his hair into his bones. At least his hair wasn't scruffy right in that moment although Casimiro wasn't sure if that was better or worse. Someone had clearly slapped their hand full of hair gel and swept Elio's hair back once and only once. That "someone" was probably Elio himself if the stain on the thigh of his pants leg was any indication. The result was that his hair stuck up in odd spikes all along the back. It was ludicrous although at least it left his face clear. Various small scars decorated his lips and the areas around them. His ears shared the same trait. The scars warped strangely when Elio smiled. That too was disgusting. All of Elio's breakfast habits for the past month could be seen in the bared canines.
Casimiro had read once that many species bared their teeth as a sign of aggression. He could see why in that moment although not for the practical reasons. There was simply no other reaction that could be had for someone who apparently didn't brush their teeth.
There was only one part of Elio Adresso that didn't make Casimiro want to drown him immediately in the nearest body of water. That was his eyes. A lot of people had brown eyes. Casimiro would have guessed most did. Yet Elio's eyes burned warm in a way that he wasn't used to. It was strange for Casimiro to say but they had a light to them.
Any charitable thought he had vanished when Elio grasped his hand and he got a good close look at the various bits of blood and dirt that were gathered beneath Elio's fingernails. A shudder went up his spine.
[ooc: Since I love myself, I won't be writing out the whole chapters for Chikusa's little project. Thus, feel free to input little details into the story if you want, whether critique on Chikusa's writing or a minor scene that's happened. All the major stuff I'll be covering in my brief summaries. If you're worried about overstepping boundaries, feel free to hit me up on PM or at my plurk.]
[ALSO let me know if you're replying to Chikusa's first post, or "Anonymous'" post!]
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[Because the only "technical" death that's popping into his head right now is shinki, and that...doesn't count as something a shinki can do to another shinki. (If there's a way for a shinki to kill a god, he doesn't know about it, considering gods can name shinki against their will—which, to his mind, is insurance against being killed by one, considering how the vessel form works). But maybe his mind just links death to shinki all too easily in general.]
What did you do?
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He came right back afterwards.
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[...Well it counts that Chikusa tried, but that's...kind of different.]
[...Kind of.]
What do you mean, he came right back?
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I think I know what set it off, so I'll just have to keep that in mind for next time.
[Because, yeah, he's going to try again. Ah. haa.]
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[Well...obviously, if Chikusa's still talking about "next time." But there are feelings that people don't act on...]
[...Then again.]
Don't get yourself killed doing it.
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Regardless I'll be fine.
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When you said you wanted to make emotions stop...
[Was that about the killing or just emotions in general? But more importantly—]
Seriously, call me and I'll stop you.
[...Though that's contingent on Fubuki being able to.]
How are you sure you'll be alright?
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[Sorry for this murderous teenager you've gotten mixed up in, Fubuki. Chikusa isn't, of course, but he never is.]
The problems I've had with him in the past are because I've ended up in outright battles. I just need to avoid that.
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I can't make you, but if you feel like you shouldn't, you know my number. [Well, name, really, since no one needs to actually remember numbers with these phones, but details.]
[...Avoiding "outright battles," though. In other words...player killer tactics. Assassination. ...Well that puts a weird spin on the muted emotions thing.]
[...] You told me once not to get someone killed with carelessness.
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I didn't ask this before, but...why'd you say that?
[Fubuki had assumed all the usual reasons, but now he wants to hear it from Chikusa.]
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Except people picking up weapons for the first time rarely seem to consider what that means.
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So you're just worried for those people?
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It can be troublesome for me.
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[Because he's really not sure how that would; Fubuki had denied that he was the one who'd need an ablution, but it's not like he and Chikusa have compared notes about shinki they mutually know, either. There wouldn't have been anybody that Fubuki would have been theoretically performing the ablution for that would give Chikusa problems.]
[...Maybe Fubuki's thinking too narrowly, though. Chikusa's statement was certainly vague enough that it could be anything...]
[Mostly he just really wants it to not be true.]
There's at least one person you care about, right? [I.e, the one Chikusa was protecting that led to the current murderous feelings.]
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Yes.
[It's a tiny bit of effort in spreading information in comparison to larger effort otherwise. It balances, to him, although he's not happy about it. If he hadn't helped with three borderlines in a short time period, he'd be happier doing nothing...]
Why?
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Because I wanted to check something.
[But, having realized it was an unfair thing to ask...]
I won't push it I guess.
[...But there's one more thing.] Chikusa... does killing make you happy?
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[It's a means to an end, if anything. Sometimes those ends are a little petty... but still.]
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[There's a small pause.]
Are you going to be alright?
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You can call me if you emotion again, too.
[...Yeah, he just ended up dodging the issue. He doesn't quite feel like he has the right to say anything more about the two things that he's really conflicted about.]
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Why do you care?
[Chikusa has no illusions about himself. Despite the fact that so many people otherwise seem to, there's no reason to really care about him. He's himself, after all: plain and quiet and nothing special, especially with his god gone.]
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[He'd assumed that that natural...ness was the reason Chikusa had told him to be careful, though, so maybe he should explain that.]
I can't explain it.
[...Yep, that sure is an explanation...]
I'm a shinki.
[Also, that.]
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How troublesome.
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It can be.
[...A moment later, he hits on a real explanation.]
I care because I like you. Someone who warns someone else to be careful of accidentally killing someone, no matter what the reason, is ok in my book.]
[And that's not even getting into the plain ol' rapport they have. (...Or that Fubuki only thinks they have.)]
But sometimes there doesn't need to be a reason. It just happens.]
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