5th duel - FOURTH WALL 2014

[revolutionarygirl]

[Catchall post was a failure last year, so we're not doing that this year.

Woah, sure is a bunch of new people here suddenly, huh? Utena will be all over the town this weekend to see if she can find anyone familiar. With such a jump in number, it's certainly possible.

Right?]

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oops

[wasteddreams]

[The man staggering drunkenly through the street up ahead might seem familiar. She should recognize the uniform at least - the only thing new is the green unicorn emblem on the jacket, rather than the blue and white wings or the crossed swords she's seen before.

He doesn't really know what to do with himself here, but that's not anything new to him. Kicked out of the bar and cut off from the only coping mechanism he knows, he wanders aimlessly, wondering if there's anyone worth meeting here.]

wait i need to add a subject about how evil you are and how much i hate you ;(

[revolutionarygirl]

[She does recognize the uniform. The man himself looks familiar too, but only vaguely.]

Hey, do you need any help...? [Her nose catches the stench of alcohol--ugh, what is that?!--but she doesn't step back.]

ahahahahaha sorry?

[wasteddreams]

[He whirls around to face her, stumbling off balance but catching himself. He gives her a look that clearly says who the hell are you? but he'll answer the question anyway.]

Can you find me a liquor store around here? [Forget the bar, if he can get a supply of his own and it's all free, who's gonna stop him?]

i blame you for everything that may happen

[revolutionarygirl]

A liquor store? [Liquor. Is that the awful smell that lingers around him?!] Don't you think you've had enough already?

[Why the heck is a soldier wanting to drink this much?]

i accept full responsibility

[wasteddreams]

[He snorts.] No, that's why I'm asking.

[And he sees that judgmental look, but whatever.] I've got nothing better to do than booze myself up, honestly.

you'd better

[revolutionarygirl]

Maybe you should get a hobby outside of drinking. [Sigh.] Whatever. I can't believe anyone would waste their time in a new place doing nothing but that!

[wasteddreams]

Only other hobby I have is fucking, so if you wanna help me find my partner instead... [A dry chuckle.]

[revolutionarygirl]

What?

[That's. Definitely not slang she's familiar with, at least not in that sense. But the way he says it--and the way he says "partner"--leaves an uncertain feeling in her gut. What's with this guy?]

[wasteddreams]

[He raises an eyebrow.] Shit, you're just a kid, aren't you...

Sorry, you'll have to ask someone else to show you sometime - you're way too young for me. [Aside from the fact that he's already in a relationship.]

[revolutionarygirl]

You're acting like I even wanted to know. [Which she doesn't. Because kissing everyone last month was bad enough. Kissing Jean was bad enough, because it wasn't like the other kisses. It was--yeah, she's going to turn her back to him now. She really... hasn't sorted any of that out yet.] I'm not... into that kind of stuff.

[wasteddreams]

What, you think you're too noble for all that? [He laughs sharply.] Congratu-fuckin-lations, kid.

[revolutionarygirl]

[She turns around sharply, any sort of uncertainty and embarrassment being immediately lost in anger.]

You--! Don't go acting like you know what nobility is!

[wasteddreams]

[He shrugs.] Don't have a clue, to be honest. I hear it's a fun game to play, though.

[revolutionarygirl]

I'm not playing. [She looks down to her ring for a moment, then angrily back at him.] But like you said, you wouldn't have a clue. There's no way you could be...

[wasteddreams]

There's no way I could be a lot of things. [He's just come to accept it by now. That's how it is.]

[revolutionarygirl]

Why do you have that uniform? [It's a question she's been asked by others before, but it's one she has to ask him. Because there's no way that someone like him...]

[wasteddreams]

I at least like to pretend to do my job.

[revolutionarygirl]

You're unbelievable. [Yeah, turning away from him again.] There's no way someone like you could even be put in the same category as Jean and Marco.

[wasteddreams]

[Those names catch him off guard, and then he's raising an eyebrow. Because what the fuck does that mean?]

Where did you get names like that from?

[revolutionarygirl]

Jean's my friend. [Said fiercely, as if she expects him to attack said friend's honor.] I don't Marco as well, but he's Jean's friend.

[...]

Why does it matter?

[wasteddreams]

Can't say I've ever met another Jean before. Or another Marco. Weird fucking coincidence is all.

[revolutionarygirl]

...your name is Jean?

[It can't be. It can't be. It's like what this guy is saying--a coincidence. Or--well, it's been a while since she's seen him (out of embarrassment), so maybe he was kidnapped by the Malnosso and this is what they sent him back as. Either way, there's no way her friend would ever...]

[wasteddreams]

Yeah, what's it matter to you?

[revolutionarygirl]

...yeah, it has to be a coincidence.

[There's just no way.]

[wasteddreams]

[He snorts.] Well, here I am... [And he throws together a sarcastic salute.] Jean Kirstein, proud member of the finest goddamn squad the Military Police has seen.