37th: The Losses of Haruhi Suzumiya

[godbent]

[Voice]

For everyone who knew the idol and the Deputy-Vice Chief of the Brigade, Azusa Miura, I can say confidently that she'd been sent home. I didn't check her apartment yet, but there's a lot of stuff in her Brigade locker here at the HQ. The typical letters Jeez, when did she write all these... for a few people are here for one. [For the people listed here. She expects those who know her to ask or just stop by] You can stop by to pick them up. She's left some other things too, but those are mostly Brigade property.

[And she flips through the items some more before... you know there's no "FOR X" on here, but there are some bookmarks in some of them which say her name on them so.]

...Except these things. Buffy, are you a woman yet? [She doesn't get a filter. The next guy does]

[Filtered to Sanji // 85% Unhackable]

I've got something in particular for you.

[Action]

[So for the last few days, Haruhi was Shiki. That... Was weird. She has decided to make herself as Haruhi as possible. So she's actually going to ignore that aside from maybe her housemates and Minato and sit inside the Brigade HQ all day at the front desk. That event had to be traumatizing for some people, maybe they'll get some clients looking for counseling! ...Finally!

The spelunking trip is in a few days anyway so.

Come on in, step in! Be therapy'd! PS: Brigade To Do List]

Comments

[herotypical]

Somehow? That's no less painful. [ losing jim had been...troubling. ]

Do you two still talk? You and Win...ry? Winry?

1/2

[godbent]

If you want to call her by some pet name because you're a surrogate mom for her in Buffy-land, go for it. Just don't be surprised if she's offended.

[godbent]

But yeah, of course we do.

[Okay she really can't fiddle with this tea anymore. She just sighs and collects herself to go and sit in one of the arm chairs in this front room]

[herotypical]

[ breathe through your nose, summers. don't get angry. let all that aggro just wash over you. don't get your back up.

but she doesn't move from the spot -- stays standing. stays poised. ]

And is that her choice or yours? [ it seems like a stupid question. anyone could simply just...not talk to someone else. but buffy wants to know who was perpetuating the communication.

who's humouring who? ]

[godbent]

I did.

[...] After a point, I had to. She was avoiding me and was going to write me off, despite going on about how she wanted us to be close friends when we actually broke up.

[Bitter. She's still got a bitter taste in her mouth from that encounter, when Winry finally lost her temper at Haruhi. She knows she was being difficult, but she wasn't being so difficult as to justify that reversal]

[herotypical]

They never realize it. Y'know. Just how much of us they keep in their hands. Just how many ways they can hurt us after the fact.

[godbent]

Mm. Yeah, I guess that's the case, yeah.

[herotypical]

[ and perhaps this is about as far as she could take a heart-to-heart. so buffy lifts her empty palms in a sign of dignified defeat. ]

Lemme know if you change your mind about the magazines. Or -- hell -- if anyone else wants them. There are some good shots of her.

[godbent]

I should probably photocopy some of the pictures, at least.

[Sigh]

[herotypical]

I'll drop them off. Tomorrow, maybe. Before work.

[godbent]

Alright, thanks.

[Oh, tea's done. She goes to collect that]

[herotypical]

[ she hesitates a moment, as if half-expecting to be invited to a mug herself. but... ]

Hey. Any time. We might not be friends but when it comes to missing the departed, we're all in the same sad boat.

[godbent]

Yeah, I guess so. [...] Look, if you want tea, you can have it. Otherwise I'll just see them later.

[herotypical]

[ a nervous clap of her hands. ]

N-nah. I think I'll just split. Places to be and people to...serve alcohol to.

[godbent]

Alright. I'll see you eventually.

[herotypical]

[ buffy summers turns to leave -- freezing for a moment in the doorway. she'd come here to discuss azusa but things had gotten so frantically out of control. not, however, in a necessarily negative fashion.

so the slayer purses her lips and tries to drum up some kinda parting line that won't sound condescending. it takes actual effort; most of the knee-jerk responses that leap to her mind are shallow and lazy. for once, buffy fights against that urge to play into archetype.

finally and firmly: ] I'm not your friend. You're not mine. We both know that. Hell, I think we're kinda both okay with that. But..s-sometimes? When it's really really hard to make sense of this love-disease? You're not looking to talk to a friend.

[ that isn't even the hardest part. she turns around fully and plants a flat palm on the doorframe ] No two break-ups are the same, but I've been left over a lack of future and I'm semi-ashamed to admit that I live in a near-constant fear of history repeating itself again. We're not criminals for not wanting more than what we already love. It's hard to remember that. But if you ever need reminding...

[ come find me. but buffy beats her hasty retreat before haruhi can accuse her of being presumptuous. ]

[godbent]

[...Wow that totally was egotistical.




but she does smile. Fair enough, lady]