[An angel. It was bad enough with Rei being here, but Castiel...]

[Naoya was extremely unhappy with this turn of events. Things needed to be sorted out. And what was with Castiel agreeing with him?]

[Something wasn't right about this situation.]

[Naoya sat on a bench in the park, awaiting the arrival of Jun and Castiel.]

[Although the post is directed to Jennifer, it is not private at all! Why should it be private if it's such bright news?]

Jennifer-san, it looks like I'm going to need your help, ahaha!

[For someone asking for help, he doesn't sound unhappy at all! It's because he has such happy news. In fact, he can hardly contain himself as he says the following words:]

I'm getting married, ahahahaha!

[He's in the butterfly pavilion again. He hates them, but he's drawn to them. The little fluttering insects on painted wings that are good for nothing more than being used for the interests of others.

He sits on a folding stool he brought with him, in front of a blank canvas.

The urge to paint is there--his hand is restless and so is he--but his mind is blank.]

[He sighs contentedly, today is a such a fine day. Walking with an adorable pink bearbee perched on his shoulder, the prince heads towards the beach.

Wolfram had agreed to meet Sora there today. To be honest, he's slightly nervous: How is he supposed to act towards someone whom he was very close with, but has no memories of their time together? Well, it probably doesn't matter, as long as Sora is nearby Wolfram is happy. Soon he finds a shaded and comfortable looking spot; sitting down, his body gradually sinks on the soft and warm sand.

Playfully grabbing the bearbee's chubby paws, he waits for Sora. For the first time the blond isn't wearing a doom-and-gloom, frowning expression; actually, for the first time in a while he looks happy enough to be smiling.]

[ ooc: This is slightly irrelevant, but Wolfram's bearbee is pink, not yellow. I can't find decent pics of the pink bearbees anywhere :| ]

[Waking up to the message welcoming him to prison had not been as concerning as the realization that he was no longer on Earth. He could no longer hear Earth’s wish. Fuuma wouldn’t deny any of his crimes, no – he had killed that girl, all those people, even Nataku, who he had liked, and was just about to kill Kamui – but it was only because people became blinded to what was important to them otherwise. And the fact that the Earth no longer wanted humans to exist. And he had to fulfill the Earth’s wish, because he was “Kamui.”]

[It took some effort, with the ball and chain attached to his leg, but Fuuma had finally found a place to sit down in the Butterfly Pavilion, where he had woke up. After shooing all the brightly colored bugs off the seat, the tall male sat down and started inspecting the welcome basket, eyes flicking over the welcome brochure. He also must be trying out the communicator, because the video feed suddenly flicks on. It’s displaying a teenager with ebony hair and gold eyes, wearing a black and red school uniform.]

Prison, is it? Kakyou never said anything about this... I’m afraid the Earth won’t be too pleased with my replacement, though.

[He looks almost amused at that. He also seems to have become the new perch for the butterflies he kicked out of the chair. They don’t seem to mind the fact that he was here because he had killed people. It’s not like Fuuma is out to get butterflies anyways – only humans. The amused look fades to a more thoughtful one, after a few moments.]

... I wonder how "Kamui" will fare without me?

[He had been so close to making Kamui realize... He was sure of it. If his replacement didn’t kill the other male, though, he’d have to deal with the fact that Kamui thought he killed Kanoe.]

[ voice | Celestial Being filter ]

[Lockon figures he's waited long enough for an explanation. One call will, hopefully, clear a lot of things up.

After a deep breath, and without sound too put out by the fact he was out of the loop, he came over the private filter for the other Meisters with a sigh.]

Oy, when was someone going to tell me that Tieria had a brother? A twin, no less...

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[ voice | filtered to Lacus and Winry ]

Good morning, you two. I just wanted to say that I picked up the two spotlights that I got on request from Acumen. [Sheepish chuckle.] Looks like we won't need to build those lasers after all, Winry.

...but! If I'll still let you see a bit about what makes Haro tick, as that was the deal. I just need to get Haro checked out a bit, today, and I can call you once he's up and running again.

Also, Lacus, maybe we should finish drafting the lesson plan today. [And talk about a few other things... But, just in case she's busy with Defense Force business:] Let me know if you've got the time, ne?


(( ooc: I derped and forgot another call Lockon needed to make today, so I just edited it in to cut down on potential spam. Sorry! ))

[He's been feeling kind of weird ever since he woke up, and he'd been ignoring the pain till now as he went about his day. Maybe it was from all the fighting he'd been doing recently, but his muscles ached, and more importantly... the area around his scars along his chest, tummy, and back stung as he moved, the edges tender to touch. They flared up now and then, back home, but he had Healer Talents there to ease the pain, or at least a salve. But here... ]

Excuse me, but does anyone know of anything one takes to ease pain? Particularly that from old wounds flaring up?

[And for the moment it distracted him from Sakamoto's good over the communicators earlier. Really, that man....]

[Nunnally's sitting in a room in the Education Center working on her present for Shirley. There are wires, tape, and various attaching implements spread out in front of her, plus a book of origami and a selection of papers and barrettes. Her back is to the door with the wheelchair hiding most of her work in case one of the birthday people comes in, and she should be able to hear footsteps or the door opening in time to attempt to hide it. Come bug her?]

[It's like seeing a rare burrowing owl pop out of its hole to peer at the wide world. The wide world in this case being the confines of the overly large reverse-fishbowl that was Marina, and the burrowing owl was Setsuna. He carried a cloth bag in one hand, already weighted with a few drinks and canned goods from the convenience store Acumen provided for them if they chose to partake of foods not provided via the kitchen. The canned goods were varied, and some he was not sure he would ever get the chance to use with meals, but that was alright, as what fresh foods Acumen provided were adequate enough.

As it was Setsuna stood just outside the store were a display of apples was set out, examining them with rather large amount of scrutiny. Hey, they were his favorite food, so sue him.

But, alas, this also left him very open to being bothered.]

[ooc: Um, yeah, early morning shopping trip - cause Setsuna is weird that way. Feel free to bother him, and make fun of him for his love of apples. Set to before his convo with Neil.]

[Just kind of hanging out in the shelter with her feet propped up on the couch. Faith's amusing herself with knife play! not a kink. Because when you don't have anything to do you should totally do dangerous stuff. She flips the knife over and over and over and over and over - and yeah, she'll probably keep on doing this for a while.]