[VATHEON] A PARTING OF SORTS.
(Sob, these are... lengthy recordings. :c He cares about you two, o-okay ;A;)
TO SAYA: Naoya has left you a hand stitched Kimono, sash, and some baked goods. ... Along with a pre-recorded a voice message, set by data to trigger when his SFC is no longer detected, it would send to Saya's voicemail alone, for only her to hear.
"Ah... I see this is playing. Well, I will be brief on this matter: if you are hearing this, I am no longer in this retched city. ... However, I cannot say for how long that may be. And with this city as it is, there is that likelihood it may take me from an alternate timeline where we never met, where things were different... who knows? So I shall be honest as time permits.
Saya... mmm, there is something I have always failed to tell you, I'm afraid. Folly, perhaps, on my part--but being around you did... at least... open my eyes to some things I had thought lost. My life is not easy, but sharing that burden with you and Matthew... perhaps it was not so bad. My wife was always freedom loving like you... and just as lovely, but she came with me when I was banished from my home, because I meant so much to her, and perhaps... perhaps, she was just the one who understood me most. More than even my other siblings, she was caring, compassionate, and... unbound. I died before her, of course--my curse had begun.
But I shall never forget her face. Yours is quite similar. ... I must ask you not to parade around the fact I opened up to you and trusted you. Yes, I know, it's hard for you not to gloat, but--this is hard enough on my reputation and myself without picturing your feline-esque smile.
... Thanks. ... I suppose. And... find the sun. Don't let anything hold you down, like it has me. ... But please, my last request? Look after Katsu, if he is still here by the time of this broadcast, and... Matthew, as well. I worry for their well-being without me. ... Don't let them do something... they... ah, may regret.
Enclosed in my things--you will find in my house hidden under the sofa a pink box, I trust you will not miss it--is something for you. This is not goodbye; it is merely a beginning."
And maybe, just maybe, there might jokingly be a little box with a pink and flowery haori in it. On it, is a note: "... You're not getting my haori, as I am wearing it, but I thought this might suffice in its absence. --Naoya."
TO MATTHEW: ... Oh, Matthew. You get the most heartfelt voice message, pre-recorded. It will play the moment Naoya is gone from Vatheon, ever. ... Well, as heartfelt as Marshmaoya Naoya can GET, anyway:
"This message has been triggered to be sent to you in the chance that my name should leave the contact list. ... I doubt I will be back in three days if that is the case. I apologize. But... You know, I realized something... you're just a common variety thief. Nothing I have not seen five hundred fold, and yet... It's really rather odd to me that you would have ever been a confidant, but... I suppose one must "count their blessings", hm? ... Hahahah, blessings.
I wonder what the blessings of two cursed men at the end of their ropes with only the sun as their hope while in this retched place count as. What are they, what are we, you and I, worth? My path is finished and bent for destruction and an end that I yearn for; there is no alternative. Yours is much different, Matthew. Your path... it counts for something. Perhaps... even we can change. Myself, you. We have lost, lost too much... but some day, you may gain it back, unlike me, in... certain ways.
There's something important I need you of all people to do while I am gone, Matthew. I... need you to not make the mistakes I have made here. And most of all, do not blame the city. I am returning briefly to the PROPER timeline I am needed in; Abel needs guidance, our army will soon be built when he wins, I do not doubt he will, either--he will make an excellent and hilariously ironic King. Of course... there is every likelihood I may return. I will not sugarcoat the fact that if I do, it may not be the 'me' you know. If so, play dumb. Do not get close to me, and DO NOT act as though you know me. I realize this is hard for an idiot thief like you, but you know well that I am a very dangerous man, and I would hate to see you in a poor position because of my alternate's ignorance as to our relationship.
I have... left something, for the time that I am gone, in the place I was staying for you and Saya; yours would be the maroon, blood-colored box. Don't go looking for valuables, I doubt you shall find them, Matthew. I do trust you can pick the lock well enough on your own.
Take care of Katsu and his friends, hm? ... The one here is more like a lost lamb than the shepherd to one. Saya was right in my treating him properly. ... I am sure, at some point, his demonic and messianic powers may overcome him. Be careful.
You must also watch him, and watch out for Amane Kuzuryu, as I know she is here at the time of my recording this. She may be gone by the time this is played, but be aware she has both God-aligned Angel, Remiel and the Chaotic demon, Jezebel, within her, and neither are... pleasant, to men such as us.
... If I will miss one thing, it is our weeknights. ... I suppose I owe you more than one thing, Matthew--I regret that I have not repaid you fully. But perhaps the computer lessons will have helped you decipher what I've left. Take what is in your box to Atsuro, and NO ONE ELSE. I only trust my apprentice. Do not show the book to Kuzuryu."
Matthew's gift? There's two. One is an old Bible, so that Matthew may understand Naoya's history, perhaps. (A sticky note on it says "of course, it's quite biased.") And the other gift? Naoya's old laptop. It's a bit worn, but there are notes on Vatheon inside as well as numerous codes, hacks, and plans under hugely ciphered locks, as well as a detailed log of every curse and event. There is also a new red cloak in there, but it's... a shade darker than Matthew's old one. ... Probably hand-made.
TO KATSU: A simple box, with the others in his house. Inside it are detailed papers, hand-written, about each of the Bel demons he absorbed. There is, also, interestingly enough, an old, worn copy of Genesis. The last paper contains a note from Naoya:
"... I am a poor excuse for a brother. But feel as you must. ... I do not, and never shall, hate you, although at times, I wished you hated me. Do not give in to Bel. Do not lose control around innocent people.
... And do not forget: strength is not all about how easily you crush someone. It is about whether or not you may use that person, put them down, or walk away. God does not control you, brother--you control you. --Naoya"
TO MINATO: (WHY? WHO KNOWS. IT'S NAOYA.) To the bluenette, an anonymous envelope, sent to the dorms, addressed to him. In it, neat writing, in Japanese.
"... I fear you will have to dig a bit... deeper to find what you seek, Little Messiah. Genesis is usually a good place to start--I hear pray tell that Aoki-san has a copy. Perhaps you'd best start there to understand what you want to know."
TO SAYA: Naoya has left you a hand stitched Kimono, sash, and some baked goods. ... Along with a pre-recorded a voice message, set by data to trigger when his SFC is no longer detected, it would send to Saya's voicemail alone, for only her to hear.
"Ah... I see this is playing. Well, I will be brief on this matter: if you are hearing this, I am no longer in this retched city. ... However, I cannot say for how long that may be. And with this city as it is, there is that likelihood it may take me from an alternate timeline where we never met, where things were different... who knows? So I shall be honest as time permits.
Saya... mmm, there is something I have always failed to tell you, I'm afraid. Folly, perhaps, on my part--but being around you did... at least... open my eyes to some things I had thought lost. My life is not easy, but sharing that burden with you and Matthew... perhaps it was not so bad. My wife was always freedom loving like you... and just as lovely, but she came with me when I was banished from my home, because I meant so much to her, and perhaps... perhaps, she was just the one who understood me most. More than even my other siblings, she was caring, compassionate, and... unbound. I died before her, of course--my curse had begun.
But I shall never forget her face. Yours is quite similar. ... I must ask you not to parade around the fact I opened up to you and trusted you. Yes, I know, it's hard for you not to gloat, but--this is hard enough on my reputation and myself without picturing your feline-esque smile.
... Thanks. ... I suppose. And... find the sun. Don't let anything hold you down, like it has me. ... But please, my last request? Look after Katsu, if he is still here by the time of this broadcast, and... Matthew, as well. I worry for their well-being without me. ... Don't let them do something... they... ah, may regret.
Enclosed in my things--you will find in my house hidden under the sofa a pink box, I trust you will not miss it--is something for you. This is not goodbye; it is merely a beginning."
And maybe, just maybe, there might jokingly be a little box with a pink and flowery haori in it. On it, is a note: "... You're not getting my haori, as I am wearing it, but I thought this might suffice in its absence. --Naoya."
TO MATTHEW: ... Oh, Matthew. You get the most heartfelt voice message, pre-recorded. It will play the moment Naoya is gone from Vatheon, ever. ... Well, as heartfelt as Marshmaoya Naoya can GET, anyway:
"This message has been triggered to be sent to you in the chance that my name should leave the contact list. ... I doubt I will be back in three days if that is the case. I apologize. But... You know, I realized something... you're just a common variety thief. Nothing I have not seen five hundred fold, and yet... It's really rather odd to me that you would have ever been a confidant, but... I suppose one must "count their blessings", hm? ... Hahahah, blessings.
I wonder what the blessings of two cursed men at the end of their ropes with only the sun as their hope while in this retched place count as. What are they, what are we, you and I, worth? My path is finished and bent for destruction and an end that I yearn for; there is no alternative. Yours is much different, Matthew. Your path... it counts for something. Perhaps... even we can change. Myself, you. We have lost, lost too much... but some day, you may gain it back, unlike me, in... certain ways.
There's something important I need you of all people to do while I am gone, Matthew. I... need you to not make the mistakes I have made here. And most of all, do not blame the city. I am returning briefly to the PROPER timeline I am needed in; Abel needs guidance, our army will soon be built when he wins, I do not doubt he will, either--he will make an excellent and hilariously ironic King. Of course... there is every likelihood I may return. I will not sugarcoat the fact that if I do, it may not be the 'me' you know. If so, play dumb. Do not get close to me, and DO NOT act as though you know me. I realize this is hard for an idiot thief like you, but you know well that I am a very dangerous man, and I would hate to see you in a poor position because of my alternate's ignorance as to our relationship.
I have... left something, for the time that I am gone, in the place I was staying for you and Saya; yours would be the maroon, blood-colored box. Don't go looking for valuables, I doubt you shall find them, Matthew. I do trust you can pick the lock well enough on your own.
Take care of Katsu and his friends, hm? ... The one here is more like a lost lamb than the shepherd to one. Saya was right in my treating him properly. ... I am sure, at some point, his demonic and messianic powers may overcome him. Be careful.
You must also watch him, and watch out for Amane Kuzuryu, as I know she is here at the time of my recording this. She may be gone by the time this is played, but be aware she has both God-aligned Angel, Remiel and the Chaotic demon, Jezebel, within her, and neither are... pleasant, to men such as us.
... If I will miss one thing, it is our weeknights. ... I suppose I owe you more than one thing, Matthew--I regret that I have not repaid you fully. But perhaps the computer lessons will have helped you decipher what I've left. Take what is in your box to Atsuro, and NO ONE ELSE. I only trust my apprentice. Do not show the book to Kuzuryu."
Matthew's gift? There's two. One is an old Bible, so that Matthew may understand Naoya's history, perhaps. (A sticky note on it says "of course, it's quite biased.") And the other gift? Naoya's old laptop. It's a bit worn, but there are notes on Vatheon inside as well as numerous codes, hacks, and plans under hugely ciphered locks, as well as a detailed log of every curse and event. There is also a new red cloak in there, but it's... a shade darker than Matthew's old one. ... Probably hand-made.
TO KATSU: A simple box, with the others in his house. Inside it are detailed papers, hand-written, about each of the Bel demons he absorbed. There is, also, interestingly enough, an old, worn copy of Genesis. The last paper contains a note from Naoya:
"... I am a poor excuse for a brother. But feel as you must. ... I do not, and never shall, hate you, although at times, I wished you hated me. Do not give in to Bel. Do not lose control around innocent people.
... And do not forget: strength is not all about how easily you crush someone. It is about whether or not you may use that person, put them down, or walk away. God does not control you, brother--you control you. --Naoya"
TO MINATO: (WHY? WHO KNOWS. IT'S NAOYA.) To the bluenette, an anonymous envelope, sent to the dorms, addressed to him. In it, neat writing, in Japanese.
"... I fear you will have to dig a bit... deeper to find what you seek, Little Messiah. Genesis is usually a good place to start--I hear pray tell that Aoki-san has a copy. Perhaps you'd best start there to understand what you want to know."