Red-letter day, black heart

[divinitea]

Who: Celestia Ludenberg (divinitea) and Kiyotaka Ishimaru (ardent)
Where: Goldenrod City
When: Today.
Summary: Ishimaru has come to collect Celes from Goldenrod City - and to have a bit of a chat with her.
Rating: PG should be fine, but I'll edit if anything goes bad. Spoilers for Dangan Ronpa.
Log:


[It's quite a lovely day to be outside, really.

Well, not quite outside; Celestia isn't about to stand around in the sun, after all. But she's currently found herself standing in the shade in front of the Goldenrod Game Corner, watching the citizens of the city go about their daily lives. It was intriguing, really; having spent so long (or at least, it felt like so long....how long was it really?) locked up with the same group of people, the admittedly ordinary citizens of Johto were practically fascinating to her.

The Pokemon everywhere didn't exactly do anything to help.

She hadn't quite gotten used to the sight of the strange creatures wandering everywhere, and likely wouldn't for a while, but it was admittedly nice to have a pair of her own. Victoria the Gothita tended to literally trip over herself to help her, and Beatrice the Vulpix was so servile that it was almost frightening. Needless to say, they were getting along very well with their new trainer, and would continue to do so if they kept that behaviour up.

Celestia had no time for fools, after all.

As the thought ran through her head, she smiled slightly. No time for fools? What did she define this meeting as, then? For Ishimaru was a fool. He had always been a fool, what with his grandstanding and his dogged devotion to the rules...and his 'brother'.

That had ended well for all parties concerned, hadn't it? Honestly. It was any wonder why she tended to keep people at arms length. Most of them were idiots, and the ones that weren't usually ended up being disappointments. Maybe Ishimaru would finally learn that (although judging by the fact that Oowada and Fujisaki were also in Johto, she strongly doubted it).

Well, it didn't matter. As long as he turned up on time (and she knew he would - he was nothing if not punctual), she didn't really care what he did with himself. There had been one thing about their conversation that had bothered her, however - he knew he was dead, back home. So did that mean he knew....everything?

Hmm. Well, she would soon find out. Not that it mattered, anyway - she hadn't done anything to him. Hopefully he wouldn't be so much of a fool to insist she had.

The clock on her Pokegear ticked over, and almost as soon as it had, a familiar figure strode into view.

Celestia's smile widened.]

Ishimaru-kun.

[This was going to be interesting.]

Right on time.

Comments

[ardent]

[Alice had seemed to understand that Ishimaru would need some time alone with Celes; Oowada, on the other hand, had taken some convincing. They'd...well, they'd had words, really, as Oowada hadn't been pleased and had more or less demanded to go with him, but Ishimaru had refused to back down on the point until Oowada had had no choice to.

He'd deliberately set off early to give himself some time to prepare, mentally; he'd had some time to think last night, after the discussion yesterday with Alice and Oowada, and at some point in the middle of the night he'd come to a conclusion - maybe not the best conclusion, or one that most would agree with. But as far as he could tell it was logical, and it was just, and perhaps most importantly, it was one that he thought he could live with.

Of course, there were certain things that could serve to change his mind, depending on the circumstances around what had actually happened in the school - things that he really wouldn't be able to know without directly asking Celes herself. He was aware that even if he did, he likely wouldn't get a straight answer; what with all the emphasis he tended to place on truth and honesty, it was surreal to catch himself wondering if this was what people were talking about when they said that in some cases, lies were preferable.

But eventually time grew short, and the Game Corner edged into his line of vision just down the street; he'd never been in the practice of being late, and he wasn't about to start now. Initially seeing her might be unpleasant, and he was prepared for that; what he wasn't prepared for was the strange, heady rush when he actually managed to visually locate her, looking at the device in her hand as though checking the time. She looked the same as she always had; while it had always seemed like such a stupid, obvious statement to him before now, there was a sudden moment of clarity where he finally understood why people always sounded so horrified when they said that a person who had recently been revealed as a killer looked just like everyone else.

But there was something else that surfaced as well, beneath the unpleasantness and the odd dull ache coursing through him, and in the end, that was what he chose to focus on: there was a sick sort of relief to this. In knowing that she was alive and couldn't be touched by Enoshima, not anymore; in knowing that if they got their way, she wouldn't have to die. That she was being saved, like they all deserved to be saved. And when he approached her and she smiled and the greeting was so normal and, in the end, so damn stupid given their circumstances, he was able to look pleased to see her, and the expression was surprisingly genuine.

He stopped before managing to shatter anyone's personal bubble all over the sidewalk; thankfully Celes wasn't the sort to shatter it for him. Not in the same way Asahina was, anyway - it had been welcome from Asahina, but he knew such a thing from someone in Celes' position wouldn't be appreciated, no matter how much he wanted to cling to the positives. But as it stood, they were both fairly distant people and too much contact wouldn't really do anything but crush Celes' dress anyway, and she'd obviously think that there wasn't any sense in that, now was there.]

Of course, Celes-kun! Whether in a school environment or just meeting up casually, tardiness still isn't acceptable!

[This was so dumb.

He settled into seriousness quickly enough, though, and though his posture was a little tighter than usual, he was...feeling all right. Not because he was at that point where he wasn't feeling anything, either. Just...surprisingly all right. That likely wasn't going to last very long, but for the time being, it was welcome.]

Have you been well? No one's been giving you a hard time, I'd hope.