Sixty-Fourth Rebirth [Video]

[death_begins]

[Yuca is cutting potatoes in Kurotsuchi's kitchen when the feed clicks on- he's humming softly to himself as if he didn't really have a care in the world, despite this last event. Sure, he looks tired, but he always looks tired. The PCD is apparently on the countertop, set to record him, but without distracting him from his cooking.]

All I'm going to say, [he finally murmurs, focusing on the potatoes as he slices them, a hair too thin,] is that reality is nothing but a clutter of memories, with new ones added as you experience them. We are defined by our memories, shaped by the experiences we still hold inside of our minds. As long as you remember the kiss of Adstringendum- the snows of it on your cheek, the sweat from the sun dripping down your back- then it was real to you, regardless of whether or not anyone else believes you. That aside...

[A long pause, and he seems satisfied with that, slicing another piece. It takes him awhile to speak again; and when he does, it's almost to himself-]

One less angel. I can hardly say I'm surprised. I didn't believe in angels anyway.

[The knife slips, Yuca slices through his thumb, and blood seeps out, ruining the piece of potato he's cutting. He stops then, gently sets the knife aside, and looks at it, as if it didn't hurt at all. After a long pause, Yuca pops his injured thumb in his mouth, sucking at the blood, and reaches over with his other hand to absently turn off the PCD.]

[Text || Some time later || Private to Kurotsuchi]
Johannes Cabal is gone as well. He was the only other scientist here worth a damn. You have been, and now remain, my only way to find death. I am going to raid his lab for any equipment soon, if you'd like to join me.

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[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Kurotsuchi doesn't see the note until a few hours later; as soon as the event had finished, he'd allowed himself to collapse. Sort of. He vaguely recalled trying to find Yuca, to triple-check whether it really was Sunday, but he wasn't sure if that actually happened. He wasn't sure about the day or two before then either- everything stopped being clear... a while ago.

The shinigami wasn't even entirely sure what was going on now, and hadn't yet bothered getting up, while blankly staring at the PCD, concerned more with recalling how the hell he got into bed anyway.

Responds eventually by voice, not actually sure whether he hit 'record' or not, before going back to sleep.]

Yes. Still killing you. Getting equipment soon.

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Yuca smiles at that while he bandages up his thumb from supplies in the lab. The past few days had been a bit of a blur for him, but they'd been far worse for the shinigami, who wasn't really used to staying up longer than 48 hours, if he could help it. When Kurotsuchi had came to see him and all but passed out on Sunday morning, Yuca had quietly put him to bed, tucked him in, and let him sleep off the exhaustion.]

Good, [he replies in voice, fully aware that the shinigami has probably already fallen back asleep.] Come find me when you wake fully. We'll leave then.

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[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[And it is a couple more hours before Kurotsuchi wakes up again, not entirely rested, but at least slightly more capable of things like 'thought', and 'standing up.' He's a little confused at the time stamps on the messages; passage of time hadn't quite regained meaning.

But he was able to get himself ready, at least- and a trip out to loot some equipment was at least practical, without being too mentally taxing while he was not at his... most alert.

Hiding a yawn, he finds Yuca once he's properly set up.]

You aren't busy now, are you?

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Yuca will be reading quietly, his thumb lightly bandaged, glancing up as Mayuri entered the room.]

Ahh, you're awake. I was wondering how long that would take.

[bunny_flower]

Yuca-san, your hand!

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

It's alright. Just a scratch, ma'am.

[bunny_flower]

Please clean it and dress it properly.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I will. I used to be a medic, you know.

[al_truism]

Do you have bandages?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Mayuri might. I don't think it's that bad.

[It's kind of bad.]

[al_truism]

It probably needs stitches, Yuca.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I can stitch it up.

[Stubbornly.]

[Text]

[knifetotheface.livejournal.com]

I never used to believe in them either.

[Text]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

You changed your mind?

[Text]

[knifetotheface.livejournal.com]

Hunters don't believe in anything until they see it for themselves.

[Text]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

The 'angels' here are lying.

[Video] /late lalala

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

What does Michael's departure have to do with belief?

[He might be a little pleased his oldest brother is gone, actually.]

[Video] np np

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Nothing.

[A thoughtful pause.]

Everything.

[Video] <3

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Explain.

[Video]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Look at this place. Look at yourself and the rest of them. A messenger of God, trapped in a place like this? Subject to the whims of some angry spirits?

[A soft chuckle.]

I know angels, sir. You- and the rest of your lot- are not them.

voice; EVEN LATER~

[expunger]

[The least amused voice, Yuca.]

Humans vanish from this place every day. Do you believe in them?

voice; <3

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

It's not the vanishing, my dear Raphael. It's the powerlessness, the uselessness, the abandonment. You're not what you claim to be, and if you are, then you are worse than He, Himself.

voice;

[knifetotheface.livejournal.com]

[Have a low whistle.]

Props, Father.

She's a bitch.

voice;

[expunger]

Know when you are unwanted, worm.

voice;

[expunger]

The problem is your own irrationality. We are ripped from our world and cut off from our Heaven. Our power suffers. If you damn us for simply being prisoners of this world, then you are worse than idiotic.