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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[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.

[revolutionarygirl]

That's not true!

[She's facing him again.]

Jean Kirstein is a member of the Survey Corps, and he would never become the sorry excuse of a person that you've ended up being!

[But Jean's original aim was the military police, and time means nothing here. Utena knows that, but she's determined to not believe this is her friend.

She sounds pretty invested in this, doesn't she?]

[wasteddreams]

[He's already fallen out of his mock salute, and he's giving her a patronizing look like she's the craziest bitch he's ever met.] Jeez, what's got your panties in a twist...

I don't know what makes you think I'm stupid enough to join those suicidal bastards, but trust me, I've never even thought about any division beside the Military Police. Why make life harder for myself?

[He says this like he hadn't put effort into his job for the first five years. Like he hadn't proudly latched onto Marco's dream of cleaning up the corrupt division, hadn't thought that what he was doing was worthwhile.

Because clearly it wasn't, in the end.]

[revolutionarygirl]

Because Jean Kirstein, my friend, told me himself. He was going to aim for the Military Police at first, but...

[She knows the only reason she's bothering to explain is for Jean himself. She can't let this guy go around saying things like he is. Even if things are a little awkward for her and Jean right now...

She'll try not to think about that.]

[wasteddreams]

Look, I don't even know you, and I have no idea what the hell you're talking about, but it ain't funny.

[revolutionarygirl]

I never said it was funny. It hasn't been funny for any of this!

[And then it finally hits her: he might not know about Luceti and how it works. But is there really any point in telling him, when he's this drunk? Would he even believe her?]

Besides, you're right. I don't know you, either. You have to be someone else.

[wasteddreams]

I can be whoever you want me to be, or whoever you don't want me to me. [He shrugs.] Can't say I give a shit.