The Truth About Magic Stuff

After Naru tells Mamoru off for talking about magic in the supermarket and Kyouko goes to work, they go home with Kunzite and Naru runs the world's most polite interrogation session while they put away groceries and Mamoru sits on the counter doing nothing. Then Hurricane Usagi comes in and she and Mamoru vanish for some reason, and Naru and Kunzite have a REAL conversation.

Date: 2016-04-09
Pose Count: 52
Mamoru Chiba 2016-04-09 01:47:24 37660
Unashamedly rolling the luggage cart of groceries out of the elevator into a hallway-- he had to use a key to get to this floor-- Mamoru leans forward and opens the first available door. It opens into an enormous apartment that's clearly in a state of upheaval, but is not actually a wreck. "Welcome," he tells Naru cheerfully, "to our home. Sorry it's a mess. We're going to finish remodelling once we're done with Usa's house."

He leaves the cart just inside the door and picks up one of the bags of cold things, then hesitates on his way to the kitchen. "Uh. Kazuo there's room in the freezer, right?"
Naru Osaka 2016-04-09 01:53:55 37661
"Woah." Naru is distracted from her shy by the view. She's been quiet on the drive over, quiet on the ride up in the elevator, but the apartment itself evokes a wide eyed state of admiration as she looks around at the 'mess'. "You have my Mom's opinion on what 'mess' is." She comments before she's drawn towards that window as a moth to a flame. Her backpack is still even tangling off her shoulder as she comes to stand at the balcony doors, looking out over the city below. She's quiet again, just watching the world go on many many stories below them for a few moments before shaking her head and turning to come and help with the groceries. "Remodeling?"
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-09 01:57:41 37663
Side by side ... yep. Mamoru was already tall. Kazuo has a couple of inches on that. He hasn't done much of what talking there was in the car; he did manage not to loom, at least. Silent presence. Which doesn't necessarily help with the creepy factor, but at least he wasn't aggravating it on purpose.

Aggravating it further on purpose, ahem.

Inside the apartment, he turns to being matter-of-fact food transport. Those who are associated with acquiring food for a small army had better be prepared to lift it, and Naru is tiny and Mamoru does what he wants, which is likely enough only to involve carrying things part of the time. "Consider who made the list," he says to Mamoru. "There will be room." Including for the ice cream. Because Makoto knows Naru, too.

... remodeling. He lets Mamoru field that one. In the name of not aggravating the creepy.
Mamoru Chiba 2016-04-09 02:06:04 37666
Mamoru's not even carrying two bags; he has a hand free to snappoint at Kunzite. "Truth!" he declares, and then grins at Naru from the kitchen doorway, where he moves slightly out of the way to let Kazuo pass by him. "Yeah, the guys are all moving in with me. There's space enough, we just have to knock out some walls and repurpose some rooms. Do you want ice cream now, or later, or both? Or something else? I mean knowing Mako-chan she probably labelled the stuff that's not reserved, and besides, I know what of what we got today wasn't on her list."

He takes a breath, and disappears into the kitchen, finally, voice raising a little to compensate. "And what parts of stuff do you want to talk about? I mean I was just opening the option. I've read about parents telling their kids that if they want to try drugs, make sure they try them at home, with them, so nothing goes wrong or if something does it can get dealt with properly, and I guess this is kind of like that." A beat. He sticks his head out. "Not that I'm a parent or something."
Naru Osaka 2016-04-09 02:12:09 37669
"Does that mean that the ice cream is like drugs?" Naru asks with a hint of amusement in her tone as she comes to help with food arrangement. She is quite capable of taking things out of bags and passing them to people who know where they go, which is surprisingly more helpful than one gives it credit for. "Ice cream later, I think. I think I'm the only one of everyone who might be getting fed out of this who doesn't eat constantly." She glances quietly to Kunzite a moment and then back to Mamoru and nods. "Makes sense, really, to have all of you live together. The place is certainly big enough for everyone." She pauses, holding the mushrooms. "These need to go in a paper bag, out of the plastic. That's how they don't go slimey." She comments, stalling a moment. Or two.

"Were you just joking. With the magical stuff?" Naru asks, after perhaps another moment stalling as she looks at the mushrooms. "Seriously, Endy? White mushrooms? No wonder you think they're flavourless."
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-09 02:20:43 37671
... opening the option. Read about parents. Kazuo eyes Mamoru in passing, as he goes to fetch more of the dismaying array of groceries. "If your girlfriend finds out you're contributing to the delinquency of her friends without her, you can consider yourself responsible for any fits of tears." He was, granted, not actually around for the Stuff conversation...

And then Naru clears that up. And renders something else perplexing. Kunzite's eyebrows lift as he glances over at the name 'Endy' -- but he glances to Mamoru, not to Naru. He's back to the mostly-neutral expression by the time he says to the latter, "Whatever it was, he probably wasn't joking."
Mamoru Chiba 2016-04-09 02:28:28 37674
And Mamoru completely fails to react to Naru's use of that name-- as if it were just as natural coming from her as any of the guys, or as if it were his name or something.

He obligingly puts the ice cream in the freezer, and starts sort of mostly just putting objects with like objects. If he's wrong about where things go, Makoto can fix it. After all, she "fixed" his spice rack. (He's steadfastly not looking even remotely in its general direction.)

He takes the mushrooms and wrinkles his nose a little, moving away from the counter to lean against another one and open the plastic. "Kunzite where's the paper bags," he asks piteously, looking up once he has a bunch of mushrooms and nowhere to put them. Mushrooms that smell like dirt.

Then he looks at Naru as she asks about joking, and glances at Kazuo only when he says the latter. And then he nods. "Magic's not something I joke about, don't worry. I just know you feel lost and like you get in the way-- which you don't, but I know that's not the kind of feeling that goes away just by someone saying something-- and I don't want you to make any mistakes if you start looking for a way to get more directly involved."
Naru Osaka 2016-04-09 02:34:55 37677
"If I was organizing your kitchen, they'd be in the same drawer as the foil, plastic wrap and zippie bags." Naru comments as she holds out yet more chocolate to get added to the stash of sugar. "But I didn't organize your kitchen. Based on the spices, I half expect that the drawers are labelled."

Naru hrms softly, glancing briefly to Kunzite as if to judge his silent reactions before back to Mamoru. "Well." She starts and then pauses to think a moment. "I am lost. I try not to get in the way, but I mostly do that by not seeing anyone, and that's getting lonely. Really lonely. So." She looks down at the chocolate chips, as if they provide answers. "I didn't actually think that was /possible/. I mean.. you guys were all born to it. I wasn't. There's .. more than that?"

So far, no answer from the chocolate chips.
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-09 02:46:00 37682
That is, of course, the problem. Right now, Mamoru didn't organize his kitchen, either, and with Makoto still the most active in it, nobody's put it back the way it's supposed to be.

Fortunately, Kunzite has been volunteered as kitchen assistant. Which means that even as Mamoru's looking up, the white-haired boy's already reaching for a drawer; the answer to 'where's the paper bags' is 'right by Mamoru's hand' before he's finished asking about them.

"You're not in the way." Kunzite might also not be the one Naru expected to say that. Still less in that characteristic calm, matter-of-fact tone. Sky is blue, gravity pulls down, Naru is not in the way. "Don't sacrifice your friendships trying to solve a problem that doesn't exist."

He pauses rather than going to fetch anything more for the unpacking, finding a section of counter that's not actually in use at the moment and leaning back against it. It lets him study Naru for a moment. Not that there's any tells in his expression, granted. "There are many sources of power. Some are inborn, yes. Some are learned, or paid for, or given, or external."
Mamoru Chiba 2016-04-09 03:00:02 37686
Sheepishly putting the mushrooms in the paper bag, Endymion's silent for a moment; he relaxes fractionally when Kazuo counter-leans, and it mostly shows in his shoulders, in the way he's holding his head. He puts the bag on the counter thereafter, hooking his thumbs in his pockets and following the older boy's statement up with, "Everything costs something, but some deals are a lot more raw than others. The white rat-cat-thing I mentioned before? He's the one that gives the Puella Magi, like Kyouko, their powers. Theirs is the worst deal I know of."

He reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, ducking his head a little. "For a while I thought the Pretty Cures had a decent gig, not a lot of cost, but apparently the guy that gives a bunch of them their powers is a control freak about weird things. I can get you in touch with some different Cures if you want to ask them how they got their jobs and what it's meant they've had to do."

A glance at Kunzite again, and this time his gaze stays generally in the white-haired Shitennou's direction for slightly longer, though he's thinking instead of actively looking; his expression's a little abstracted. "There are also Mages and Knights with Intelligent Devices and Barrier Jackets; I'm not entirely sure where they get them," and he looks back to Naru, "but I know a number of them and only two of them are on the wrong side. The Devices are basically magitech weapons with built-in AIs, and the jackets are like... customizable armor. The weapons can transform to look like other things when they're inactive. Then there's Chara Bearers, and they basically have... like... fairies? Or something? Miniature personified aspects of parts of their personalities, from all I can tell, but I have no idea how that works. I've just never asked about them before. There's more, but those are the ones I know off the top of my head."
Naru Osaka 2016-04-09 03:05:50 37689
"If you have to send Zoisite to babysit me, then it's hard not to feel like a liability." Naru points out a touch ruefully as she settles to kneeling on the floor next to the grocery bags. "Not that I didn't appreciate the company, and the life saving.. more than once really, but yeah." She settles the chocolate chips on her lap, holding the econo-sized bag with both hands as she listens to Kunzite note the sources of power, and then Mamoru expand upon them.

Naru is quiet as she listens, watching both of them, absorbing and accepting that the tiny corner of weird she's met is only a little wee tip of the weird iceberg. She's quiet a moment or two longer before asking. "And if I just stay boring? Does anyone? I mean, once they know, and they get noticed by the yuck.. more than just Dark Kingdom yuck."
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-09 03:09:00 37692
"Wrong side of the balance sheet," Kunzite says. "Liabilities you get rid of. Assets you guard."
Mamoru Chiba 2016-04-09 03:23:17 37698
And this is where Endymion calmly opens the drawer again, while he's talking, and takes out a paper bag and crumples it up and tosses it at Kunzite's head without looking.

"Way to phrase that, Boutros," he says mildly. "What he means is that you're important and we want to make sure you're safe. I don't think you actually know how important you are-- and I feel funny giving this talk instead of having it drilled into my head." There's a wry look at Kunzite. But-- back to Naru. "And if it makes you feel any better, I could have called him for help at any time, and he'd've been able to teleport to where I was. You weren't depriving us of a fighter. You were helping him make sure we didn't lose you."

He crosses his arms loosely, an unconscious mirror of Kazuo's posture-- but Mamoru tilts his head instead, small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "And don't ever think you're boring. Zoisite doesn't like boring people. I know what you're asking, though-- and I think you should learn about as much of this as you can, regardless of what you decide to do. Deciding not to pick up magic is also a valid and useful choice, but any information you can get your hands on about how things work and what different things mean? Could make absolutely every difference in saving your life, or in saving someone else's. Knowing what different magic users are susceptible to, knowing how to triage, knowing where to take people if they're hurt-- if you make sure the bad guys don't see you, then you can contribute those things. They're far less likely to see someone who's being very quiet and still around a corner, waiting for them to leave so you can get someone who's hurt to safety, than they are to see someone shining like a fog light and shooting lasers."
Naru Osaka 2016-04-09 03:31:43 37700
The flat and pragmatic descriptors that Kunzite provides are surprisingly effective as Naru glances to him and then starts to giggle softly. "Black ink, rather than red?" She asks of him and then turns her attention back to Mamoru, to listen anew. "I was glad he was there. I really did appreciate it. He's a sweetie." She's fond of Zoi, tis true!

"I am all sorts of boring, but when you guys live in non-stop exciting, then boring is novel and interesting, I suppose." She doesn't seem too put out by being boring. Someone has to provide the baseline for 'normal'.

"I am starting to think that all I do is ask questions, but I /am/ curious." Naru nods in agreement. "I do like understanding what's going on, although it does vaguely feel like I will never get a handle on things, but I think that's because everything's new, all at once. It does sort of feel like I am the only person in Tokyo who doesn't have magic, or magical /stuff/."
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-09 03:45:48 37703
Kunzite puts up a hand without looking; the crumpled paper bag bounces off his forearm. He does have to detach from the counter long enough to lean down and pick it up, which in turn necessitates a shake of his head as he straightens to get his hair back out of his face. Educational inconvenience, presumably. "Somehow no-one ever remembered to put 'tact' in the list of required qualifications," he replies to Endymion. And pretends that wry look doesn't exist, alling back to listening to the other two instead.


Since he does unbend enough to let his mouth turn up at one corner when Naru asks about black ink. Which means that he's primed enough that his eyebrows lift visibly again when she voices her estimation of Zoisite. The regard he gives her is fractionally more noticeably interested.

"I can assure you that I've dealt with several thousand people in Tokyo who don't have magic. Or magical stuff. I can also assure you that knowing enough to know which way to jump when trouble breaks out is vastly more useful than magic. Magic does not keep anyone from being an idiot. And idiocy is a far worse weakness, and one you don't share."
Mamoru Chiba 2016-04-09 22:30:36 37796
"I'll buy 'non-magical' and maybe even 'normal'," grants the prince, then insists firmly, shaking his head, "not boring."

One hand comes up, fingers splayed, to gesture at Kunzite as if 'look, he's saying lots of words, if you were boring that wouldn't happen either' doesn't even have to be explained. Then he outright grins; it might just be because Kazuo had to shake his hair out of his face, it might be the 'tact' comment, it might be the change of Kunzite's expression when Zoisite's praised.

"Anyway you can always ask questions. Of us, anyway. Of the Senshi too, probably. A bunch of my other friends are also pretty talkative when they find out it's okay-- like you said before, pit crew, right? I can tell you straight up that emotional support is the most important thing in the world for some people. Usa, for one. Me, for another." He's saying this frankly; there's been a lot over the course of the past nine or ten months that's made him learn and accept things about himself that a lot of guys would never admit to.

"You're also, yeah--" a nod in Kunzite's direction, at his last, "--definitely not the only one. Nor are you the only one who knows for sure that stuff is going on and has opted not to pick up."
Naru Osaka 2016-04-09 22:37:40 37798
"I love Usagi to bits and pieces and beyond, but she is /terrible/ at answering questions." Naru comments with a soft little laugh. "She gets distracted and forgets where she was going with explinations and then we get laughing about something and forget what the question was. So far, you guys are really good at questions. You give good answers, Endy. You as well, Kunzite." She pauses and then looks to Kunzite and addresses him directly. "Do you prefer Kunzite or Kazuo?" She asks, simply enough. "Zoi answers with stories, which is cool, but not always practical."

She takes a deep breath, holding it a moment and then letting it out in a slow, measured way, centering perhaps. "Do you guys get much warning when things are going to get really messy? Probably not, I suppose."
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-09 22:48:16 37801
"If you want my attention quickly -- Kunzite, always. I'm still learning to answer to the other." The name Kazuo has the virtue of being the one that won't get funny looks if used in public. But that's not the question she asked. Then again, Kunzite didn't quite answer the question she asked, either. That would have involved admitting a preference. Or possibly, that would have involved figuring out whether he had one. Practicalities are simpler.

The next question is not simpler; and this time it's Kunzite's gray eyes that slide sideways, checking with or on Mamoru before he says anything. "Sometimes. In individual encounters, sometimes we see something that gives the enemy away. In greater things, sometimes there's a slower build. But it's never wise to trust that we'll always have warning."
Mamoru Chiba 2016-04-09 23:19:49 37813
Two cheery fingers to Endymion's brow at the answers compliment, then flicked away; the world's tiniest salute. Kunzite's glance is met briefly and with no change in expression, and then as Kunzite answers, the black-haired teenager pushes off the counter and hoists himself up to sit on it. All the frozen things are away, so hell with it for now. Not that he was doing much of substance.

"Sometimes some people dream about things before they start, too. Mars and I are a little bit psychic; she has better control and more scope, but it takes ritual on her part. Nephrite converses with the stars, and they see the future. Mercury collects data, always; she and the cats are always running scans in the background to look for new patterns or manifestations.

"I can't speak for other groups or individuals, but we at least usually get some warning of a lot of things, even if sometimes it's only by a minute or two. Sometimes it's just picking up on active dark magic in the vicinity-- Mars can pick up on passive. But if you asking about if you're in a group of us and we get targeted-- generally speaking, there's usually enough warning to scatter, and if there isn't, then stick to one of us like glue, and be prepared to get yanked out of danger with literally no notice. We're still working on tactics for working with the Senshi, but these guys'd probably love it if you stuck around me, because then I'd be obligated not to do anything reckless or stupid."
Naru Osaka 2016-04-09 23:32:37 37818
"... and the cats?" Naru asks, picking up on some of that and getting more of the questioning in, it seems unlikely that the questions are about to pause anytime soon. "I admit.. I think of you as Kunzite, but if you preferred Kazuo, I'd make a better effort to remember to use the right name."

"A little bit psychic? Wow, is there anything you can't do?" Naru asks and then shakes her head a little and laughs softly. "And then you /wonder/ why I feel very boring with friends like you guys. All I do is draw, and homework." She is still knelt on the floor, comfortable enough snuggling with the chocolate chips for the moment. There's a little giggle. "I'll be sure to try and remember to be your anti-stupid device. Most things that go weird have no notice for me, I'm not psychic."
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-09 23:39:27 37821
"And the cats," Kunzite confirms. "Luna. Artemis." Usagi's cat, and Minako's. It is almost entirely matter-of-fact as usual. Almost. There's just the faintest of additional stresses laid on the word 'and' ... and that somehow flavors the entire sentence with the suggestion that that's where, no matter how well he copes with the weird, coping stops and resignation starts.

Whether this is because of talking hyperintelligent technological moon cats, or because Luna demands tribute in pettings, is anyone's guess.

"Thank you for your consideration," he adds to Naru. And lets Mamoru field 'anything you can't do' himself, which may be either amiable malice in making him answer or a valiant show of loyalty in staying silent. Or possibly both.
Mamoru Chiba 2016-04-10 00:03:54 37830
Mamoru turns deliberately to eye Kunzite, then leans forward, hands around the edge of the counter and elbows locked, and he tells Naru very very seriously, "No."

Then he slouches again, laughing with his face in his hands. "Oh my god there is so much I can't do. And there is so much I can almost do, or I can do but so badly... Naru-chan..." The guy looks up, and he's helplessly amused, and so incredibly rueful. "I can't even cope with missing a homework assignment. I can't fight like the Senshi, I'm supposed to be able to teleport but the last time I practiced I literally ended up underground and had to dig up, I start freaking out in other dimensions, I'm running scared most of the time now because of Fiore-- the stalker--"

He spreads his hands wide. "I can't ice skate, I can't rock'n'roll, I can't sew, I can't find anything in my kitchen, I can't tell mushrooms apart, I can't figure out what's going on in Usako's head most of the time and that's with being kind of psychic, I can't carry a tune, I can't stand Takashi Agera, I can't deal with crowds, I can't be social for a long time, I still have trouble with people touching me, I hate it when people are late, I'm kind of OCD--"
Naru Osaka 2016-04-10 00:11:31 37833
"I can start doing your assignments too. You'll need to give them to me, I just /know/ what Usagi's are." Naru points out with a flash of a smile. Teasing.. right? She wouldn't /really/ just start doing everyone's homework.. right?

"Ice skating, and sewing and kitchens and mushrooms are all things you can learn." Naru giggles softly. "Endy. No one knows what's going on Usa's head. Not even Usagi. I promise you.. psychic and teleportation aren't actually impossible, apparently, but that one? That one's impossible." She considers. "Who is Takashi Agera? Crowds /are/ overwhelming. I'll remember not to touch you.. not at all, or just not without warning?" She runs through the list and then looks to Kunzite. "You too? It's a /thing/, isn't it? Zoi looked startled when I touched his arm."
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-10 00:37:13 37840
Being able to track the /entire list/ is somewhat impressive, in an odd way. Kunzite, on the other hand, just leans against the counter and lets the litany roll over him -- twice -- and in all of it the only thing he gives any reaction to at all is running-scared. And that's only a shift in the placement of one hand, setting it on the counter's edge a few inches further in Mamoru's direction than it had been.

Naru's turning to him, though, he doesn't play inanimate object for. "Zoisite isn't used to the idea of people who aren't him wanting physical contact," he replies to Naru. "As for me, it's probably better to give warning. But that's more of a safety measure."
Mamoru Chiba 2016-04-10 00:48:49 37843
"No no, I can do my homework-- I have to do my homework, or I'm not learning what it represents, and I'm in school to learn..." Mamoru protests, then leans back again, his head against the cabinets and his hands motionless on the countertop.

Well. Motionless for a moment, and then while still looking at Naru, he reaches over to briefly touch his fingertips to the back of Kunzite's hand, then lets his arm drop again. "It's okay, actually. I need the practice. It's just you know how I said I was kind of psychic? A big part of that is psychometry and empathy, and most of my life I had no control over it at all. I have a lot more control after everything that happened, and I can keep a low level shield up most of the time when I'm around people, but it still makes me anxious. It's not so much of a necessary defense mechanism anymore, so I really need to get over the anxiety-- so go ahead, you can touch without warning. Just don't feel bad if I flinch."
Usagi Tsukino 2016-04-10 00:50:29 37844
Usagi yawns as she opens the door to Mamoru's apartment with no ceremony. Kicking off her shows, she slips into her bunny slippers, cracking another yawn.

After the encounter with Fiore, she'd gone back to Mamoru's other apartment and suddenly found herself deep in a nap. Which turned into a sleep.

The flower didn't match her outfit for the day, so it's resting on a ledge in the bathroom in the other apartment. She more awake than she had before she left, but she assumes it's the whole just waking up thing.

"Mamo-chan, sorry I'm late, I slept longer than normal but yesterday looking at furniture I saw stuff I thought you guys might like for here I think I even found something Kunzi-kun would like and EEEEEEEEE!!!"

The 'eee' is caused by suddenly seeing Naru as she comes into the kitchen area. There's a pounce, a hug, and a deep snuggle. "Naru-chan! Yay! What are you doing here? Yay!"
Naru Osaka 2016-04-10 00:59:03 37846
"I'll keep that in mind. Warning for Kunzite, no warning for Endy, but possibly .." And anything else Naru was going to say has been overun with 'EEEEEEEEE!' as a bestie proves that there are no touch issues amongst the girls.

Pouncing Naru where she's kneeling makes for a tumbling pile on the kitchen floor, and laughter, the bag of chocolate chips going flying, bouncing off against the counters. "Eeee! I was helping get groceries." She explains, as if the not put away food bags all around them aren't clue enough. Enough to feed an army, really.

Naru wraps her arms around Usagi in a hug as she explains. "And then we got talking and got distracted."
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-10 01:00:50 37847
Not a word from Kunzite. Not one. That enormous bag of chocolate chips is simply retrieved and stashed out of sight before Usagi can get disentangled from Naru enough to recognize it for what it is.
Mamoru Chiba 2016-04-10 01:08:15 37849
"Usa," says Mamoru with a laugh, reaching up to rub briefly at the bridge of his nose. "Hi. We did get you extra ice cream, and a box of strawberry puffs and some jellies, but since you were late, we ate them all."

A beat. He slides off the counter. "I'm lying, I'll go find them. We were filling Naru-chan in on some magic stuff, but I forget where we left off." On his way past-- no slippers, him, just sock feet-- he pads by Usagi and leans way down to kiss her on the top of her head. "Did you get pictures of the furniture?" and then he's out the kitchen door but can hear them all just fine.
Usagi Tsukino 2016-04-10 01:23:37 37853
She doesn't see the carefully hidden bag of chocolate chips! Lucky for all!

She giggles and hugs Naru tight! "Oh, you did? Yay! Buying food is awesome."

She would say other things, but then she's looking at Mamoru like he just told her no moew kisses, ever, in the history of time. (Okay, not that extreme, but she's living in the moment! "Whaaaaat? But--" Her face scrunches up. "So mean, Mamo-chan!" This doesn't stop her from leaning up into the head kiss, though!

"Oh yes! Pictures! But also brochures! So you can see better!"

She disentangles from Naru and helps her up before bending to where her fallen bag had flown. She pulled out perhaps a billion different brochures, goes through them. "Yours, yours, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, yours, mine..." She continues through, almost at the end but she stops when she finds a certain one. "Oh this!" She scampers to Kunzite and holds up the brochure of the bedroom set she thought he's like. Sleek greys and whites, modern meets comfort. "There's another completely different one I thought you might like, too!"

She scampers back and almost ruins her stacks as she tries to find the one. "Ah hah!" She returns to thrusting another brochure in his hands. This set is more vintage looking, though the carvings are not overly done and garish.
Naru Osaka 2016-04-10 01:29:23 37855
There's a vague little wave of Naru's hand at the mention of magic stuff, and where they left off, calmly accepting that there's been a seismic distruption in the conversation, that comes in the form of tackling and pamphlets and high energy. She reaches over to straighten the stacks of Usagi's brochures, ensuring that she doesn't manage to send them everywhere.

Naru lifts the top one, to flip it open and have a look. She leans over, to see what Usagi chose for Kunzite.
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-10 01:37:00 37857
Hurricane Usagi tends to do that. Her intersection with the 'let's pretend I am not actually a thing that talks or moves' inhabitant of the kitchen is almost surprisingly straightforward, though: Kunzite accepts brochure in one hand, puts the other arm around Usagi's shoulders for a moment (this may possibly be a sacrifice to ensure that she does not actually try to climb on him for a hug), then lets go to let her scamper away. Repeat minus half-hug for the second round. Naru probably gets a better look at the pictures than he does, just for a moment.

No, he doesn't even try to get a word in edgewise.
Mamoru Chiba 2016-04-10 01:46:20 37858
On Usagi's beginnings of a third pass, Mamoru, holding a plastic shopping bag around one wrist, stops her in the kitchen doorway with his hands on her shoulders. "No. No no no. Calm down. See? I have things for you. You can have them when you take Naru home." He dangles the bag at her. "But for now, I want to show you something. I'll look at furniture pictures later."

He holds the bag out to Naru with a grin, then glances out at the big luggage cart still full of Makogroceries. "Hey, I'll help you finish with those if you're not done later," he tells Kunzite as he looks back in, slipping his arms around Usagi stealthily, then scooping her up and (depending on how she reacts to scoop) either slinging her around like a sack of potatoes or carrying her bridal-style. "I promise I won't steal her too too long, Naru-chan," he says to the redhead with a wink, then vanishes through the doorway.
Usagi Tsukino 2016-04-10 01:49:29 37860
Usagi is very effectively distracted by the swinging bag! Her eyes widen as she follows it as her trajectory is suddenly shifted and swayed. "Oooooo!"

And then! She bites back a grin as her eyes turn devious! "Ohhhhh?"

Then she's squealing! And it's the potato sack, and she's all giggles. "I'll be back~!"
Naru Osaka 2016-04-10 01:54:00 37861
Naru Osaka reaches out to take the bag from Mamoru, mostly to rescue it from getting squished when he ambushes Usagi to quite literally carry her off. She watches after the pair of them a moment. "Take your time!" She calls after the giggly, adorable pair and then she turns back to the kitchen and lets out a breath.

It takes a moment or two for the calm and silence to settle over the kitchen, the giggling and squealing shortly shut behind a bedroom door. Naru takes another moment, savouring the quiet perhaps, before she bends to collect the scattered furniture brochures. "I can't begin to imagine having what is it.. five? Six? Plus partners.. in a single apartment." She comments mostly to herself, and Kunzite by extension.
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-10 02:07:28 37863
Kunzite glances after the pair of them, and only when they've escaped out of sight does his expression actually shift. 'Softer' is not the right word for it. But there's something gentler at the corners of his eyes, and for a moment there's even something that passably resembles a smile.

Then he's straightening away from the counter. The two brochures that were pressed on Kunzite are set down separately, presumably for later review, and he moves to reclaim part of the abandoned job. Frozen things were put away. Refrigerated things go next, before enough time passes to make anything unfortunate. No fussing on his part about where anything goes; just straightforward storage. Probably in something resembling the right places, since there does seem to be a logic to the choices. Whether it is Mamoru's logic -- probably not; he's not worrying about which way the labels point.

"Neither could Endymion. He owns the floor. Currently the apartments are separate enough that I'm not comfortable with the potential choke points, but we'll deal with that after we finish with the house." After Usagi's family is back safely in place, and she's back safely with them.
Naru Osaka 2016-04-10 02:11:39 37864
"That is possibly the most reassuring thing that I've heard yet today." Naru comments as she returns to her task of getting things out of bags to pass to Kunzite so that he can put them away in the vaguely right places. She has a similar sense of efficiency, after she sets the pamphlets somewhere safe.

She's quiet for a few moments and then asks. "Potential choke points are places that the security isn't very good, right?" Her voice is thoughtful, slowly putting pieces together about a wide collection of things, not just magic.
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-10 02:19:27 37865
The rhythm is settled into easily enough, reassuringly mundane despite past associations and present conversational topics. "Narrow places," Kunzite says. "Easy to defend. That's good for security if you're on the defending side. Bad for security if you have to go through either a crowd or a wall to get to the person you're trying to reach. Particularly bad for security when you know one person on your team will try to get through a wall by setting it on fire." That ... might be intended to sound like a joke. Given that she's met Zoisite, she can be pretty sure that it's also funny-because-it's-true.
Naru Osaka 2016-04-10 02:22:57 37866
Naru Osaka giggles softly as she passes him canned goods. "Not great for the wall either, or the repairs after." Funny, because it's /true/. Naru is quiet again, getting out another couple cans to pass to him. "What are your preferred tactics?" She manages not to say powers, somehow 'tactics' feels less odd. The politeness of asking, in spite of having watched him kidnap people, is at least attempted.
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-10 02:40:45 37868
Cans find a new home in cabinets. Having tall people around is particularly useful in moments like these. These do get rotated so that the labels match; there's somewhat more likelihood of them lasting till Mamoru can claim his kitchen for himself again. "Or for the downstairs neighbors. Not having anyone else on this floor is an advantage, but clearing the entire building would be impractical." And hideously expensive, even for Mamoru. And lose half the point of living in the city at all, which is not a whim but a necessity.

The question prompts another brief, measuring glance back at her. "Whatever's necessary," he answers. He doesn't actually leave it entirely at that, but there are a few moments of silence before he continues. "Turning an enemy's strength into a weakness, when possible. Otherwise, making certain that key people remain on the field. My abilities are better suited to defense than, say, Zoisite's; it's useful to take advantage of that."

... draining the electricity and the heat and the life out of the city is apparently suited to defense. Possibly he doesn't know she knows about that, or possibly things have changed somehow since then.
Naru Osaka 2016-04-10 02:50:03 37869
"Having a whole floor is surprising enough." Naru points out, from the perspective of someone who lives at home. In an apartment. "Convenient though, even with downstairs neighbours." She starts folding up grocery bags as they empty them, to keep the floor in some vague approximation of tidy as they efficiently work though the backlog of groceries.

"Do you have any hobbies?" Naru asks, her tone curious as she flattens a grocery bag to fold it. "I can't imagine that you go to school. You don't seem like you're still in school."
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-10 03:00:31 37870
There's a brief nod to the surprising-enough. Agreement, nothing more. The actual question, again, gets more of an answer, if not a more useful one. "I haven't had time to find out." ... also not a more normal one. "I've been walking around for a couple of weeks. Before that, Tsukino-san was threatening to set me in a necklace." Who calls Usagi that? "Before that, I spent a few years not precisely myself; and before that, I don't remember very much. I remember that I used to run. I play Go, but I don't remember where I learned to. I know something about cooking, but I had to be shown how to turn on an oven." He shrugs, absolutely unworried. "I don't even know if I ever did finish high school. Probably. One way or another." Getting kicked out is also finishing. "Yourself? You mentioned that you draw."
Naru Osaka 2016-04-10 03:09:52 37871
There is a quiet nod as Kunzite explains the oddities of years of not entirely remembering and weeks of truly finding one's self in ways far more accurate than backing through India. Naru is making a neat stack of folded grocery bags, even if most probably just throw them out.

"You were a rather lovely stone." Naru agrees with casual acceptance that being set in a necklace is a perfectly reasonable part of one's life. "I'm not surprised that you know how to play Go. That would have been one of my guesses. Running is also not surprising. Martial arts, that also would have been a guess." She decides and then he's asking her a question.

Wait. He's actually asking her a question? About herself? Naru pauses a moment and then nods. "I draw, and paint. I help out at my mother's store, I do silly fashion stuff." She pauses, suddenly shy about her frivolous hobbies. "I'm on the debate team?" She offers, as if that's something actually not girlish silly.
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-10 03:13:27 37872
Martial arts? "Job skills don't really count as hobbies." Someday it will be possible to tell which of those lines he's serious about and which not. Someday. For the moment, he's paying more attention to the things she's saying in answer to his question. And that leads to another question. "Why do you call it silly?"
Naru Osaka 2016-04-10 03:17:33 37873
"They totally count if you enjoy them enough." Naru quips back with a little smile, her hand resting upon the plastic bags to squish them down as not to end up everywhere. Again.

"Sketching up pretty dresses is not the most practical, or pragmatic, or useful. Still, I enjoy it, even if there's nothing pragmatic about art at all, really." Naru pauses a moment and then adds. "Truly hobbies, as they certainly aren't job skills." It's hard to tell if she's teasing him, by returning his line back at him.
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-10 03:28:22 37874
The look he gives her is completely unreadable, this time; it's as likely to be approving as it is anything else, because the cues simply aren't there. "If you prefer thinking of it as silly, very well. But for myself, I wouldn't dismiss half of your interest in communication just because it's visual rather than spoken." Partly because Zoisite is still making up his mind whether or not he's angry with him already. Picking fights over the ways he manipulates his image to get people to trust his false identities? No. No, that would be a terrible idea.
Naru Osaka 2016-04-10 03:32:47 37875
Naru Osaka has to think about that a moment, pausing in her smoothing of a grocery bag, and her brow furrowing. "I've never considered my art to be part of my communication." She muses, clearly turning that over in her thoughts, weighing how it feels. "It's an interesting perspective. There are very few who think of art /as/ communication." She points out and then offers him a stack of folded grocery bags. "At least art that isn't of a master, hanging in a museum, being part of an assignment for school. I don't assume that anyone will see most of my art."
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-10 03:41:37 37876
"Thank you." That for the grocery bags. Which are, yes, stowed neatly, in a place already set aside for them, that he does not have to look for. If he's only been on his feet for a couple of weeks, apparently one of his hobbies has been memorizing Mamoru's kitchen.

"Perhaps it's a little more obvious for us. Our diplomat is also an artist; he sculpts both clay and opinions. So -- art and debate look to us like facets of the same principle. Fashion still more so; it communicates status, wealth, influence, opinion, tradition or defiance of tradition. Signals of identification with particular groups." Or just pretty pictures; but what defines pretty varies enough to tell some of those same things.
Naru Osaka 2016-04-10 03:51:09 37877
"Which one is your diplomat?" Naru asks, her tone eternally and everlastingly curious. "I've never tried sculpting, not with clay exactly. Carving is close, but not quite the same, and I'm really not very good at carving. I only get the off cuts to practice on." She no longer has groceries or plastic bags to fiddle with in her hands, and she reaches for one of the pamphlets that Usagi brought to show everyone. To show the boys. "My fashion has only ever really become doll dresses, so it's not quite as relevant as all of that. Not yet, I suppose."
Kazuo Takeba 2016-04-10 04:01:23 37878
Their diplomat? Gray eyes glint. "Not me." In case there were any doubt of that, by anyone, ever. "Jadeite. When he's in the mood to be." Instead of the mood for mischief.

He's tempted to push -- one day, some unknown number of years in the future, they're going to need someone who thinks about these things -- but assuming either that Naru really wants to do that, or sight unseen that she'd be good at it, is a reasonably bad idea. Better to back off a little, instead. "And carving and sewing. You outdo me at hobbies even if we do count job skills."
Naru Osaka 2016-04-10 04:11:54 37879
"Not you? Really?" Naru manages to make that dry query sound legit and she even manages to turn wide innocent eyes towards him to back it up. She's only able to hold it for a moment in the face of actually looking at Kunzite and she laughs, dropping her gaze and shaking her head. "I've not met Jadite, I don't think." She frowns, thinking. "I only have a few days that are hazy, not years."

"Carving is part of art, isn't it? It's a natural side effect to being at the store. I got bored." Naru explains, without explaining per se. "My sewing is terrible. I had to fix things wiht a staper." She looks a little sheepish at that. "Tape really doesn't work well on fabric."
Mamoru Chiba 2016-04-10 04:36:33 37880
"Depends on the tape and the nature of the fashion emergency," comes Mamoru's voice through the door; he looks, as expected, rumpled as hell. And cheerful as hell. "Naru, Usa's getting some of her stuff together-- I got the impression she's staying over with you tonight? She walked, but I called a cab-- I'm lazy and I don't want to have to park again today, you saw the jerk trying to steal my spot. Like as if I didn't pay for two, I mean, I'm not parking the motorcycle in front of the car, who does that?"

He has to be doing this on purpose. Either that or he's nervous because he figures Usagi's just going to spill all the beans ever and he's trying not to think about it. One hand waves around a little. "Anyway, you're always welcome to come over, too, it's just going to be a giant ruckus forever, even once we're done fixing it up--"

And here, he's looked at Kunzite twice in the span of the one-sided conversation he's having with Naru: a reassurance, another different reassurance. But then he's gesturing broadly; Usagi's asking something in the other room-- Mamoru calls back, "Be right there!" and then he's telling Naru as he more or less leads her through the door, "We'll walk you two to the cab. Once we get Fiore seen to, there should be less paranoia surrounding comings and goings..."