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route_10652011-01-31 02:46 am
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Who: Ken and Youji
Where: Route 29--between New Bark and Cherrytown
When: Couple days after this post.
Summary: Old friends, reunited. Or something.
Rating: PG-13 at most, for Ken's foul mouth.
Log: Ken, in the couple days he'd been walking back toward New Bark Town in the terrible weather Johto seemed to be so fond of right now, had been thinking. Wondering how, exactly, he'd react to seeing Youji Kudou in the flesh again, after so long...it seemed a lot shorter once he thought about it. But both of them had changed so goddamn much over the last six years. Youji had a new life, a new name, a wife, and no place for any of them in his life anymore, so much the better.
Ken had missed him, sure. But he'd also been happy that his friend had gotten, finally, the life that he deserved. It only took something uncomfortably close to death for it to happen. Youji Kudou didn't exist anymore, to Ken's recollection. But now here he was. And there was a lot he didn't know.
Six years had never seemed so much like a lifetime.
Ran and Omi didn't appreciate the cold--they were tucked away in their Pokeballs, where it was presumably a hell of a lot warmer than it was out here. Ken shivered, his coat was warm and the sun was out, but he still hated the cold, it made old wounds complain and damn thinking that made him feel old. At least Ratty was doing his best impression of a furry space heater, having burrowed under Ken's coat and perched across his shoulders, making him look he had a hunchback.
Youji better bloody well appreciate this.
Where: Route 29--between New Bark and Cherrytown
When: Couple days after this post.
Summary: Old friends, reunited. Or something.
Rating: PG-13 at most, for Ken's foul mouth.
Log: Ken, in the couple days he'd been walking back toward New Bark Town in the terrible weather Johto seemed to be so fond of right now, had been thinking. Wondering how, exactly, he'd react to seeing Youji Kudou in the flesh again, after so long...it seemed a lot shorter once he thought about it. But both of them had changed so goddamn much over the last six years. Youji had a new life, a new name, a wife, and no place for any of them in his life anymore, so much the better.
Ken had missed him, sure. But he'd also been happy that his friend had gotten, finally, the life that he deserved. It only took something uncomfortably close to death for it to happen. Youji Kudou didn't exist anymore, to Ken's recollection. But now here he was. And there was a lot he didn't know.
Six years had never seemed so much like a lifetime.
Ran and Omi didn't appreciate the cold--they were tucked away in their Pokeballs, where it was presumably a hell of a lot warmer than it was out here. Ken shivered, his coat was warm and the sun was out, but he still hated the cold, it made old wounds complain and damn thinking that made him feel old. At least Ratty was doing his best impression of a furry space heater, having burrowed under Ken's coat and perched across his shoulders, making him look he had a hunchback.
Youji better bloody well appreciate this.
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He slipped the cigarettes back in his pocket, deciding not to risk second degree burns so soon. Even if this next town lacked cars, it had to have lighters, what with all the camping they seemed to expect. Matches, if Ken had started this fire. Ken might look the part with his mussed-up hair, but Youji doubted he was enough of a boy scout to have any idea what to do with two sticks to rub together, amusing though the mental image was.
He couldn't resist a final stab, a quick cast of the dice just to see where they'd land. "I bet you'd tell Omi his future. You clearly like him better than me." He smiled slightly at the Sentret.
"Though I suppose it's possible you predicted that I'm the only one of our compatriots with the right kind of dumb luck to get stuck here, and so wanted to keep down confusion, but I think it's understandable why I balk at crediting you with so much foresight."
Pause.
"Although I will give you the large tent."
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"If we were switched, I don't think I'd want to know either." Of course, he was saying that from his current vantage point--where he knew full well what had happened over the intervening time. Sometimes he wished he didn't, but...well, wishing never accomplished anything.
"I guess we'll see how much use we get out of it." If the London crew started showing up, they'd probably need another tent. ...mostly because Ken didn't think he could share the tight quarters with Chloe.
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Interesting comment, that Ken wouldn't want to know if they were switched. Youji supposed the only way now would be if Aya found himself waking up in that stranger's bed, and from further along in time. He doubted Aya would be kind enough to pull his verbal punches.
Youji looked into his teacup. Hoping never accomplished anything, either. Nor wondering.
And not teasing assassins who could throw him across most rooms, either, but he'd never give that up.
"Mm, I'm sorry I'll be taking up space you could have used for other types of acquaintences."