[When he comes across Muzet, he pauses for a moment before there's a light smile and a wave. He's standing back as he watches her fiddle with the crane game, keeping quiet as he allows her to concentrate for a bit.]
Hey. Are you feeling better? Hizamaru told me you were still kind of sick this weekend.
Mostly. It appears that whatever amount I was exposed to has run its course.
[ her tone is serene, but that doesn't change the fact that she was gorging herself on comfort food during the weekend. or the fact that this stupid claw seems to refuse to grip things properly? ]
Was he worried? I told him that he shouldn't have...
You know how he is. A worrier. But with a brother like Higekiri are you really surprised? [He leans against the side of the crane game, eyes on the claw as it wobbles its way through the glass box. His arms are folded over his chest and he frowns gently in thought.]
Besides, I can't blame him. That poison's not exactly mild. You don't have anything like that where you're from, do you?
I suppose they might have something like it-- the concept of poison isn't unknown to me. It's just nothing that's ever really come up in any of the matters I tend to get involved with.
[ she huffs a little. what she seems to be trying to fish out of the crane machine is some sort of... hair ornament? red and black and jagged. ]
Certainly none so fast acting, or with such effects. Though, with a brother like Higekiri ... My. It seems like brothers of all sorts seem to be quite the handfuls indeed.
I wouldn't really know. I've never had siblings...and the poisons I've dealt with are pretty fast. [Casually. But he's watching and seems to notice what she's trying to do.]
...want me to give it a shot? I'm not bad at these games and that kind of looks out of place. [What even is that?]
Would you? By all means, please, give it a shot. You're right in that it doesn't belong-- though it's not mine. I don't have much use for material possessions, for the most part.
Rather, it should have belonged to someone I knew.
Oh yeah? Seems like that's been happening on and off over the last couple of weeks. [But he'll move to go ahead and try to maneuver this crane game.] Whose is it, then?
[The crane wobbles and wiggles its way across the top of the game and he's focusing on getting the alignment right.]
... Someone important. Much stronger than many I know.
[ It's surprisingly sober(?) coming from Muzet, considering her usual tone. She'll just be watching him maneuver the crane, but despite the airiness of her response it seems quite honest, actually.
What is it about you, Junpei... ]
I imagine he would have broken down much of this place in search of answers by now if he were here.
[He notices the tonal change and it surprises him. He watches her from the corner of his eye while the crane settles right about where he needs it to go.]
A friend, then. I assume. I can't say I'd blame him...I'd like to tear the ship apart myself. [The crane descends, falling down into the pile of prizes and latching onto the hair ornament.]
As do I. Its tastelessness only grows as time passes. And I cannot quite say I had many fond memories of these things in the first place.
[ ships are bad in tales of xillia. why? don't worry about it. ]
A friend, though... Yes. Perhaps he was a friend, as much as a spirit could call an emperor of the human world such.
[ up, up, up... she expects it to fall back out of the crane's claws halfway up like it has been, but Junpei really must be much better than her at this, because the crane's grasp holds steady all the way towards the exit chute. ]
Oh, you really are good at this! Thanks for being such a great help-- oh...?
[ Muzet's smile seems almost a little wistful as she bends to pick- but as soon as her fingers brush against it, the trinket dissolves into nothing, and they're thrown into a memory.
It's just the boy, the girl, and the man at first, in a cold and frozen land. There's a flicker of recognition when a certain voice calls out "Jude!", but she leaves them to their reunion first, one that as it turns out, is more heartfelt than the one the two sisters (?) end up having.
... There's actually an overall lack of strong feeling attached to the memory overall, just a dreamy, serene sort of vague satisfaction at the way things seem to be going? ]
You and me both, actually. [Ships bad...kidnappings also bad...the ornament comes up.]
Why is it always spirits and emperors? [Except...except he doesn't get an answer because the ornament crumbles and turns to dust. He's thrown into someone else's memory (Muzet's, he realizes) and he finds himself both confused and fascinated by the exchange. It's hard to say why someone like this wouldn't remember their own sister, but it's the detachment that has him wondering.
Meanwhile, as this is happening, Muzet unfortunately gets to experience something more agitated. She may even recognize a familiar blonde man. The fear, irritation and frantic energy of the memory is almost palpable, disgust and rage thrown in and it gently fades at around the 13:19:18 mark. CW for depiction of animal death :(]
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Hey. Are you feeling better? Hizamaru told me you were still kind of sick this weekend.
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[ her tone is serene, but that doesn't change the fact that she was gorging herself on comfort food during the weekend. or the fact that this stupid claw seems to refuse to grip things properly? ]
Was he worried? I told him that he shouldn't have...
[ did she. ]
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Besides, I can't blame him. That poison's not exactly mild. You don't have anything like that where you're from, do you?
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[ she huffs a little. what she seems to be trying to fish out of the crane machine is some sort of... hair ornament? red and black and jagged. ]
Certainly none so fast acting, or with such effects. Though, with a brother like Higekiri ... My. It seems like brothers of all sorts seem to be quite the handfuls indeed.
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...want me to give it a shot? I'm not bad at these games and that kind of looks out of place. [What even is that?]
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Rather, it should have belonged to someone I knew.
[ it's this hairpiece, to be specific. ]
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[The crane wobbles and wiggles its way across the top of the game and he's focusing on getting the alignment right.]
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[ It's surprisingly sober(?) coming from Muzet, considering her usual tone. She'll just be watching him maneuver the crane, but despite the airiness of her response it seems quite honest, actually.
What is it about you, Junpei... ]
I imagine he would have broken down much of this place in search of answers by now if he were here.
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A friend, then. I assume. I can't say I'd blame him...I'd like to tear the ship apart myself. [The crane descends, falling down into the pile of prizes and latching onto the hair ornament.]
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[ ships are bad in tales of xillia. why? don't worry about it. ]
A friend, though... Yes. Perhaps he was a friend, as much as a spirit could call an emperor of the human world such.
[ up, up, up... she expects it to fall back out of the crane's claws halfway up like it has been, but Junpei really must be much better than her at this, because the crane's grasp holds steady all the way towards the exit chute. ]
Oh, you really are good at this! Thanks for being such a great help-- oh...?
[ Muzet's smile seems almost a little wistful as she bends to pick- but as soon as her fingers brush against it, the trinket dissolves into nothing, and they're thrown into a memory.
It's just the boy, the girl, and the man at first, in a cold and frozen land. There's a flicker of recognition when a certain voice calls out "Jude!", but she leaves them to their reunion first, one that as it turns out, is more heartfelt than the one the two sisters (?) end up having.
... There's actually an overall lack of strong feeling attached to the memory overall, just a dreamy, serene sort of vague satisfaction at the way things seem to be going? ]
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Why is it always spirits and emperors? [Except...except he doesn't get an answer because the ornament crumbles and turns to dust. He's thrown into someone else's memory (Muzet's, he realizes) and he finds himself both confused and fascinated by the exchange. It's hard to say why someone like this wouldn't remember their own sister, but it's the detachment that has him wondering.
Meanwhile, as this is happening, Muzet unfortunately gets to experience something more agitated. She may even recognize a familiar blonde man. The fear, irritation and frantic energy of the memory is almost palpable, disgust and rage thrown in and it gently fades at around the 13:19:18 mark. CW for depiction of animal death :(]