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[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-05-02 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Takasugi recognizes the figure - mysterious only in the way that so many others they'd fought alongside had ended. Without a corpse, only an effigy of grimy rock and moldy incense left in their memory.

And, in this case a pokari.

It looks to Takasugi like his old comrades had just taken the proposed 'reunion' as a chance to drink pokari and waste time.

Gintoki will owe him for that can of pokari he drank when he wakes up. Lazy asshole, of course he's still sleeping.]


Heh.

You won't find anything like that, here. [As he speaks, the scene falls away, revealing landscape unfamiliar to them both. A road through the Nysan wilderness - but they're left directionless.

It might not even be real.]
All this planet has is a war that could break out any day.

Sort of nostalgic, isn't it?
originallutece: (anger; grill me a goddamn cheese)

[personal profile] originallutece 2018-05-03 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Don't be silly.

[She says it briskly, a firm little statement that sounds more like it comes from a teacher than anything. Her eyes are trained on the scene before them, but she offers her hand.]

But I've a better idea. Give me your hand.
originallutece: is to love myself so much it offends people (happy; honestly the goal)

[personal profile] originallutece 2018-05-03 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Thank god for young men who follow orders. Rosalind has that brief thought, wry and quiet, and tugs lightly at his hand. And then--

Nothing at all happens, and yet something sort of does. There's no noise, no flash of light or feeling of pressure-- and yet in the blink of an eye, the exhale of a breath, suddenly they're in the midst of the field once more. It's raining now, a light drizzle that coats her hair and clothes, and Rosalind blinks, then smiles in satisfaction.]


Excellent.

[She drops his hand.]