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[Open] What is in...
Who: Ken Amada and You!
What: Ken trying to be a normal kid or...not.
When: Sometime during May
Where: Mythril Cage, Hall of Pythia, Radiant Carnival, Centre Trois
I. A Weakness? (Mythril Cage)
Ken swings his spear to the left and then the right, his hair clinging to his forehead thanks to all the sweat that he built up. He breathes heavily as he battles with an invisible enemy, his gaze focused. Ken sees himself battling with the mysterious figure that he knows his guilty for the murder of his mother. "Die!" Ken steadies his stance, holding his spear back and ready to thrust it into his enemy—
But he freezes. The spear shakes along with his own self, a horrified expression on his face. He drops down to his knees, using his spear as slight support. "What is wrong with me...?" It should be easy. He wants to kill the one responsible yet he can't even kill his imaginary counterpart? His grip on the spear tightens as he struggles to properly catch his breath. He absolutely refuses to cry despite the fact that he wants to so very badly.
II. A Last Will and Testament? (Hall of Pythia)
In one of the available seats of the library surrounded by other students sits Ken. His head is buried deeply in his book as he does his best to read. A piece of paper is at his side as he does his best to follow the instructions of the book. His hand writing is a bit messy but he prefers that he at least gets it written down now instead of being too little too late. Ken doesn't really understand Will and Testaments much but he knows that he needs to write one. That's what someone usually does, right?
Ken makes a face at the reference of leaving something behind for his heirs. He doesn't have any heirs! And he lets out a small sigh when it tells him he has to write that he is over 18 as well. It honestly shouldn't be this complicated to write something like this, should it? He squints at a certain word. Executor? He knows the word but it doesn't make sense for it to be in here, does it? With no other choice but to look for a second opinion, Ken turns to the side at the other person closest to him.
"Excuse me." He says with the most innocent smile he can muster. He turns the book towards you, pointing at the word. "I'm sorry to bother but do you know what this means?"
III. A Fun Game? (Radiant Carnival)
Ken looks around, the bright colors and the rushing sounds of the carnival almost making him dizzy. It seems like a bit of a fantasy. He thinks he remembers coming here when he had been a lot younger with his mother and father. He takes a deep breath. He didn't really want to come back but he knows that he can't avoid the place forever. Maybe he'll even have a bit of...fun? He doesn't really know but he can't know until he does something.
He looks around, probably standing out a sore thumb among the other people. He eventually finds himself at a booth with a simple game. He is handed a toy gun, it feeling a bit heavy in his hand. He does his best to hold it properly before he finds a comfortable position. He looks at the person beside him, a competitive smile on his face. "I won't lose so easily so don't hold back either, okay?" He really hopes he doesn't lose, anyways. He is eyeing that good looking Featherman R doll secretly as a prize.
IV. A Young Boy's Affections? (Centre Trois)
Ken had actually been planning on trying one of those international foods that he heard about from the other students. They often described it as delicious and a wonderful something to eat over a simple date. Ken isn't dating anyone but he still wanted to try the food. But he quickly finds himself distracted by a particular familiar shop. As a Tamer himself, he couldn't help it. While he is strictly bound to Nemesis, he doesn't see any harm in just...looking, right?
Ken casually walks over and finds himself drawn to a dog-like familiar who looks at him. Ken's eyes practically sparkle when the familiar sticks out it's tongue at him. "Ah! He's so cute!" It slips out before he can stop himself. While he would normally be embarrassed by saying such a thing, he can't seem to care at the moment. Especially when the shop owner comes towards him and tells him that he can hold it in his arms. Ken does so, a bright smile on his face as it settles itself in his arms and licking his cheeks. Though, it suddenly jumps from his arms and begins running towards someone else.
"Come back!" Ken quickly runs after it.
What: Ken trying to be a normal kid or...not.
When: Sometime during May
Where: Mythril Cage, Hall of Pythia, Radiant Carnival, Centre Trois
I. A Weakness? (Mythril Cage)
Ken swings his spear to the left and then the right, his hair clinging to his forehead thanks to all the sweat that he built up. He breathes heavily as he battles with an invisible enemy, his gaze focused. Ken sees himself battling with the mysterious figure that he knows his guilty for the murder of his mother. "Die!" Ken steadies his stance, holding his spear back and ready to thrust it into his enemy—
But he freezes. The spear shakes along with his own self, a horrified expression on his face. He drops down to his knees, using his spear as slight support. "What is wrong with me...?" It should be easy. He wants to kill the one responsible yet he can't even kill his imaginary counterpart? His grip on the spear tightens as he struggles to properly catch his breath. He absolutely refuses to cry despite the fact that he wants to so very badly.
II. A Last Will and Testament? (Hall of Pythia)
In one of the available seats of the library surrounded by other students sits Ken. His head is buried deeply in his book as he does his best to read. A piece of paper is at his side as he does his best to follow the instructions of the book. His hand writing is a bit messy but he prefers that he at least gets it written down now instead of being too little too late. Ken doesn't really understand Will and Testaments much but he knows that he needs to write one. That's what someone usually does, right?
Ken makes a face at the reference of leaving something behind for his heirs. He doesn't have any heirs! And he lets out a small sigh when it tells him he has to write that he is over 18 as well. It honestly shouldn't be this complicated to write something like this, should it? He squints at a certain word. Executor? He knows the word but it doesn't make sense for it to be in here, does it? With no other choice but to look for a second opinion, Ken turns to the side at the other person closest to him.
"Excuse me." He says with the most innocent smile he can muster. He turns the book towards you, pointing at the word. "I'm sorry to bother but do you know what this means?"
III. A Fun Game? (Radiant Carnival)
Ken looks around, the bright colors and the rushing sounds of the carnival almost making him dizzy. It seems like a bit of a fantasy. He thinks he remembers coming here when he had been a lot younger with his mother and father. He takes a deep breath. He didn't really want to come back but he knows that he can't avoid the place forever. Maybe he'll even have a bit of...fun? He doesn't really know but he can't know until he does something.
He looks around, probably standing out a sore thumb among the other people. He eventually finds himself at a booth with a simple game. He is handed a toy gun, it feeling a bit heavy in his hand. He does his best to hold it properly before he finds a comfortable position. He looks at the person beside him, a competitive smile on his face. "I won't lose so easily so don't hold back either, okay?" He really hopes he doesn't lose, anyways. He is eyeing that good looking Featherman R doll secretly as a prize.
IV. A Young Boy's Affections? (Centre Trois)
Ken had actually been planning on trying one of those international foods that he heard about from the other students. They often described it as delicious and a wonderful something to eat over a simple date. Ken isn't dating anyone but he still wanted to try the food. But he quickly finds himself distracted by a particular familiar shop. As a Tamer himself, he couldn't help it. While he is strictly bound to Nemesis, he doesn't see any harm in just...looking, right?
Ken casually walks over and finds himself drawn to a dog-like familiar who looks at him. Ken's eyes practically sparkle when the familiar sticks out it's tongue at him. "Ah! He's so cute!" It slips out before he can stop himself. While he would normally be embarrassed by saying such a thing, he can't seem to care at the moment. Especially when the shop owner comes towards him and tells him that he can hold it in his arms. Ken does so, a bright smile on his face as it settles itself in his arms and licking his cheeks. Though, it suddenly jumps from his arms and begins running towards someone else.
"Come back!" Ken quickly runs after it.
I
She crouches, Tippy-Toe climbing up onto her shoulder.
"Need any water or something?"
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"Water would be great, actually." Ken forces a smile through his exhaustion. "You wouldn't happen to have any on hand, would you?"
II
He glances over at the piece of paper on the table, and then back at the book.
"Something heavy on your mind, Mr..." It takes him a moment to recall which student this is. "...Amada?"
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He doesn't get too far when the other begins talking again. Asking a question this time. "Not really. Just taking precautions." He doesn't dare elaborate on that any further. Though, now that he has someone probably a lot more knowledgeable on this topic he asks another question.
"You don't really have to be over eighteen for these things to be considered valid, do you?" He scratches his cheek with the dull pencil that rested in his hands. "And you don't have to leave things to heirs, right? It can be anybody?"
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"Legally, you'd need to confirm you were of sound mind and had clear understanding of what a will means before it would be accepted. But considering you're writing one right now and nobody's forcing you to, I can't see much of a reason not to accept its validity."
He closes his book, watching Ken's page rather than just staring at him directly.
"That sort of thing isn't my exact expertise, though." It's just...something he's had to manage, over the years. He deals in more informal last requests, generally, but he's no stranger to being named as a beneficiary or an executor.
"But you don't need descendants to leave things to, no. Heirs are traditional, but the beneficiary of a will can be anyone you wish it to be."
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"It's no use." He groans. "I don't have an executor and I certainly don't have anyone I'd leave my stuff to." He doesn't have many friends. Or family. "Is just burning it all an option...?"
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"Perhaps selecting a charity would be better for your peace of mind, if there's truly nobody in this world you want to leave things to? That, too, can be a beneficiary."
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"Um. Do you know any charities that are for kids?" He asks.
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"Hospital-based charities are generally your best bet, if you want to donate your worldly goods to children specifically. As for others, you'll have to look around a bit, just to make sure they're legitimate. But there's plenty around.
I know there are places that ask for toys specifically...you have plenty of options. Perhaps you could scout them out...?"
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He should probably be studying and training now instead of writing his will at the moment but he thinks that he deserves some kind of break just to do this. "I just hope some other kids will enjoy my toys as much as I did..." A fond smile appears on his face before he quickly snaps out of it, not wanting to admit that he still cherishes them now. "I-I've outgrown them anyways."
IV
Hey.
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O-Oh, it's you. Hello again, Amamiya-senpai.
[He looks down when he sees that he'd caught the dog-like familiar.]
You caught him! He's a bit slippery. He ran right out of my arms like it's nothing!
[Actually, it'd probably be easy. Ken has zero muscle the despite the fact he wishes he did.]
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I understand. I almost wish I was really active so this little guy could have fun. But I'm mostly too busy for it.
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[Ken smiles a bit at the memory.]
I took really good care of him and loved him lots. It taught me a lot about responsibility. I refused to get a new fish after he passed too. Maybe I'll try and free my schedule to get a new pet. But I'm also kind of scared of messing things up somehow.
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[Ken shakes his head, a small smile on his face. Yeah, very odd indeed.]
You don't need to lie to me or anything. I know you're just saying that because it's polite.
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[He says it with complete deadpan, but a bit of a smirk plays on his lips, he's teasing a little]
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[He says it with a small pout and a huff. He always takes things so seriously. Ken doesn't say anything for a bit before he looks down, mumbling under his breath.]
But...I guess we can be acquaintances...only if you want...
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[Sorry Ken, Wildcards can be a bit blunt about people's personal issues]
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[He takes offense to that statement despite the fact that it is completely true!
He immediately gets defensive, his arms crossed over his chest and his cheeks flushed slightly in indignation.]
i came here to learn and get stronger, not dilly-dally with distractions! I just don’t really need friends is all!
[He fails to see that he had been “dilly-dallying” even before Ren showed up.]
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[Ren's look and tone say without question it's a lesson he's learned.]
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I’m strong. I can...handle myself. I-I won’t be so easily defeated!
[He sounds a bit like he’s trying to convince of that fact. He has his own goals to accomplish, after all. But what happens if he’s taken out early? Everything would have been for nothing...]
I don’t need anyone getting involved in my business anyways.
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[He can hear the doubt all too well. Best not let this one slide, as he is Ren can tell Ken's some kind of danger, to himself at the very least]
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I just don't want...people to miss me is all.
[He misses his mother. A lot, actually. And there's not a day goes by that the fateful night she died doesn't run through his dead and penetrate his dreams turning them into nightmares. He sighs.]
I'm sorry. I don't mean to burden you with my problems or make you pity me, Amamiya-senpai. It's best if you don't ask questions or concern yourself over me.
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You don't expect to survive this.
[It's a statement, not a question]
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[Expect? More like plan to. But Amamiya-senpai thinking that he's just wary about his ability to survive seems good enough for him. So, he just forces a smile.]
I'm sorry. I don't mean to drag down your good time with my mess...
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I'm sure. Attitude doesn't really matter as long as I fight well. And I intend to do just that. I want to be useful for as long as I can.
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[ It's odd, but Ren's voice seems to change a bit, his inflection bolder, more direct ]
II
"In this context, 'execute' is used in its meaning of 'to perform something'. An 'executor' in a will is someone who makes sure the instructions laid out in it are followed. But, you shouldn't need to worry about it for quite a while. I know some of our missions are dangerous, but we always have a teacher around to see to our safety."
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"Ah, thank you." He smiles. "But, don't worry yourself. I'm not doubting the skills of the teachers at all. I'm sure they do their best." It sounds kind of ominous in a way. Mostly because it implies that it isn't dying on a mission that is causing him to write his will. Ken actually believes the teachers are competent despite his dislike for adults. Not that he would say that out loud.
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"You're not worried about your health so young, are you?
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He turns his attention back to his Will, looking it over before letting out a small sigh. He has a long way to go with this. "A part of me wishes there could be an easier way to write these sort of things. I just hope they don't mind that I'm writing this at my age. It says I have to be eighteen or older but..." He trails off after that.
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After all, most minors don't have the threat of assassination looming over their heads.
"In the rare cases of slower death, it would fall to a minor's parents to decide what to do with their child's belongings, since it would still be legally considered their property."
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"Well, I don't think it will be slow..." Ken is mostly mumbling to himself, taking in this information as best as he can. His parents aren't here to even decide what to do with his stuff. And he'd rather die today than let his Dad's hunter friend decide what to do with his things. "No one is around to really decide that for me. I'll just have to decide things for myself. I don't mind doing that. You have to do what you have to do sometimes and I'm prepared to do it." He seems a bit sad when he says this, his gaze fixed elsewhere entirely.
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"I'm in...a similar situation, myself." More similar than Ken might think. "My mother was the mistress of a despicable man, who abandoned her when he learned she was pregnant. She...died when I was young, and I passed from foster home to foster home. But I've managed to do quite well for myself, and this is a very prestigious school. I'm certain you have a bright future ahead of you if we succeed in stopping Nightfall."
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But there's something that irritates him. The fact that he's trying to help him out of this. Maybe change his mind. Does he think just because he's a kid that he doesn't know what he's doing? Ken shrugs off Akechi's hand off of his shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear that." He says. "That sounds awful and I'm sure you must be torn up about it on the inside." He knows he would be if he were in Akechi's shoes. But he still remembers vividly seeing his mother's body fall to the ground, blood pouring out of her wound, his hands becoming sticky and red as he does his best to stop the bleeding--
Ken's breaths increase for a second but he quickly shakes away the memory from his mind. "But I know what I want and I know what I'm going to do afterwards with myself. You shouldn't care. Worry about yourself."