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Maito Gai | Youth ([personal profile] spandexisyouth) wrote2010-04-01 12:39 am

Seventeenth Lotus

I would like to apologize for my son's behavior and writings. I do not remember much about being a father and I think that is apparent.

Stoneface, Bridge, I would like to take a few days off if that is not a problem. I think I would like to have a few days to myself.

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[identity profile] stonyfaced.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
Well, what you do behind locked doors is certainly private. [Stoneface amended, then murmured,] Despite what some people may think. But the fact that you two happen to be together? Don't see why it ought to be hush hush.

[At the mention of Samehada, however, Stoneface's brows shot skywards for just a moment. Oh, he had really hoped that this patrol wouldn't involve speaking about a twelve year old's sex life. He had a small understanding that his ears were probably going to drift to the red side of the colour spectrum sometime soon.] He's not old enough to do what Samehada was talking about, and that's final, [he said sharply.] He can think about it, and probably will, and ought to understand the basics, but not... well, that sort of thing is just out of the question. I doubt you'd find many ladies of the night willing, anyway.

[He stroked his chin as Youth described his plan, thinking about it. There were no patterns, were there? No, there were. People left when others came. What did that mean?] That's a good idea, [he said.] I'm not so sure about being comforted by descriptions of those lost being kept on record, but it'll be good for plenty of other things.

[He could see how some would be comforted by that, though. It was the sort who appreciated finery and flashy funerals, and keepsakes. Stoneface had been worn down for far too long and had built up a wall of cynicism too strong to even consider seeing it as a comfort. If they were gone, they were gone. Nothing would change that and nothing would make it better, save for time. Still, the treacherous part of him that paid far more attention to logic than emotion, the part that mourned Wolverine's loss not for only the man, but for his nose, whispered that it would almost undoubtedly become useful somewhere along the line.]

Simon... he's one of the medics, isn't he? I've heard good things about him. It's best to be careful with what you do, but it seems like a worthy enough cause nonetheless. [He crossed his arms against a particularly fierce gust of wind, tucking his chin further into his chest.] I hope it leads somewhere.

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[identity profile] stonyfaced.livejournal.com 2010-04-04 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Stoneface had to smile at Youth's proclamation that he'd keep Lotus too busy to think about things - something that Stoneface knew for a fact would not work - but the smile was a crooked one.] I don't think it works quite like that, [he said pointedly.] Right now he seems to think that relationships are bad, period. You kicking the wind out of him so he doesn't even think about it doesn't seem like the best way to convince him otherwise.

[He thought about the record keeping of those lost for a moment, wondering what he could tell Youth. Nothing about his adventures to other islands, not for now. He trusted the man, but he was a reckless, well meaning sort with an extended circle of friends. Not the sort who needed to be burdened with the knowledge that he had. Besides, it was best to keep current records--if he went through the entire library, it'd be difficult to see any discerning pattern. It was good for other things, gathering other information. Like Free's suspiciously familiar handwriting.

But that wasn't what he was going to talk about now.]
Wellspring's got patient records, doesn't it? Simon ought to have mentioned it. Could be a good place to start.

[He watched the light rain running off his helmet, and around the deserted area.] Oh, this weather isn't so bad, [he said, cheerfully.] So long as it's not raining ice, I don't mind. [Which was his way of saying that he rather liked the rain. People stayed inside and gave him some privacy on his patrols, and there was something special of tucking up in a little corner and having a quiet smoke, listening to the rain gently pattering against his helmet. It was comfortable.]

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[identity profile] stonyfaced.livejournal.com 2010-04-04 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Stoneface frowned.] Well, Bell could stand to tone it down a bit. Some stuff he says is a bit racy, especially when it's Lotus' Dad he's talking about. No lad wants to hear that sort of thing. [He paused.] Good luck.

[Somehow, he felt that Youth had had enough chastising, and needed a little comfort, which Stoneface wasn't comfortable with. He did what he could, though.] It'll turn out fine. You're around, which is more than most kids can say for their parents around here. He's lucky.

Tell me if you figure anything out from your list, will you? [He asked.] It might be... enlightening.

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[identity profile] stonyfaced.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
We are who we are now, [Stoneface said, firmly.] What we did back then doesn't change that. That's why we don't go around persecuting folks like Black. Not to say he can't do it, it just should be kept off journals. I don't fancy Blood asking me what all the doubletalk is about one day, is all.

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[identity profile] stonyfaced.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
I understand, [he said, nodding.] All I'm saying is that he says those things 'cos that's the sort of person he is, not because of his past. [He tapped his nose.] There's a difference. Although, [he added, sounding cheerful,] I'm sure that sort of language is probably illegal in a few countries. Wouldn't be surprised.

[And with that, he decided, the conversation was over. He steered it towards more inconsequential things, the sort of things watchmen ought to be talking about on patrol--stuff that didn't really matter, so you could let your mouth go while your brain worked. And eventually, he slipped into his own sort of comfortable silence.

He didn't like trees and grass much. He knew that. But somehow, in the dark of night, walking alongside another officer with the rain beating down it, he had to admit it wasn't that bad.]