o p e n 。y u u k a n d a ( h a l l e l u j a h )

[crumbled]

let's call it human experimentation and leave it at that.

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Hallelujah, Hallelujah

They brought him back from Martel, two years after the incident.

The last thing he remembers seeing is sand drifting around him, disturbed by his own fall. His hand had reached out in the direction of Alma's grave, but he never told them where he (where she) was. He would not tell them, so they used him instead. They brought Mugen out of storage and dismantled it into pieces; he would not cooperate and make it revert into its raw state, so they used the shards for implantation.

Weeks later, he's back on the field, his memory supposedly wiped clean.

God has nothing to do with it, and he fights for a world forsaken.

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[beanstalk]

[It had been eight (long) months since they had last seen each other. Possibly for the best as far as his twin was concerned, even if, from what he had heard, 'Llujah's home was hell. Dealing with the day-to-day struggle of trying to fine something to do was worse, in Kanda's own mind.

But in the eight months, he had gone home at least once. Recently got back, since he was still in his uniform. In the eight months, they had taken away some of the living space the restored apartment building offered to make due with daily needs.

Such as a kitchen and dining room. It was nowhere near complete, but it was definitely something they hadn't had before. And it's where Kanda had taken his older twin to for some tea. It had to be a funny sight, making tea over a bucket. Thankfully Allen had saved all the supplies when people had left before he left himself. He had never really been back for long since.

Once the tea was made, though, Kanda poured them each a glass and set Kanda's on the table in front of him before taking a seat.

... Surely this can be less awkward and silent than their previous meditation sessions together.

Maybe.

Hopefully.]

[crumbled]

[it's too calm here, too peaceful-- which is a riot, considering the menagerie of residents living in the same building. and the seemingly most destructive of them there happens to be two of, neither of which seem to be up to taking out any walls just yet.

but it's nice. cozy. well-worn. whatever the hell you'd want to call it. tea over a bucket, but it looks like they've got real tables now, instead of the crates and boxes that 'llujah remembers. things change. people change.

kanda's changed, by the looks of things. a lot, if the state of that uniform has anything to say about it. 'llujah's own uniform is the same as when he first arrived; a little dustier, maybe, a bit more frayed at the edges. it hasn't been that long for him.

so when the glass is set down, he pulls it closer and cradles it in his hands, but doesn't drink. doesn't need to, nor can he, right now. awkward or not, he's not picking up a hot cup of tea until he knows he can actually hold it. which, he, well, usually doesn't. know, that is.

for now, he's content to just sit here, holding the cup, eyes closed in some kind of brief meditation session. sometimes it's to try and get more feeling back into his arms. mostly it's just because it's something to do when he can't do much else.]

[beanstalk]

[It's a shame that you missed out on the Credinta invasion, really. He and Lavi got some much needed fighting out of the way. (Though, aha, they were often in the front lines and thus, injured.) But without any Noah there really was minimal conflict.

Which sucked, but. They'll manage, somehow. Like always.

Comfortable? The tables were pretty much a team effort, Lavi headed that project. Things they had to do and Allen left behind. It was a start, at least. Libitina helped with that by giving them a new apartment building.

He's less frazzled, less lost. Found who he was looking for at home, just had to get away from the city they were in. Unfortunately, Allen's a bum and had no money on him that could be used, but it's. oddly okay, with Kanda, to lose pieces of his uniform that way. The funny thing is, it's his first time in Nesreca even with it. It had only been three days at home, but it's been months since he had even been home last.

Kanda managed to get some mint tea, it might help a little at least. He just takes a sip at his own cup, setting it down as he watches his twin. You make him wish that he could do something, Kandallujah. Alas, he's only a Crystal type, so he doesn't really...know much, beyond what he had been able to observe. But he can't imagine what it would even be like, to have shards of Innocence literally inside him.

All he had experienced, beyond the synchro tests, was the sharp pain in his arm he had felt right before he showed up. He's not sure why it had happened, though he figures it's a possible sign to Falling. (But had any Exorcists ever Fallen just days after receiving their Innocence?)

There should be something they could do. To make it easier for him.]

You okay?

[crumbled]

[it hasn't been too long since he was last here. he's a bit different now, of course-- appearance-wise, perhaps. hair-bun is just as imperfect, despite his efforts. uniform slightly singed at the edges, none of which he could blame on lavi (even though he's sure that idiot is around somewhere). he even thinks he's missing a button, somewhere. probably.

he still wears the half-gloves, though the bandages still stop at his wrist. his grip is better now, better than it used to be. arms are another matter. but it's only been two or three years, and healing's taking time now. one day he'll punch a hole in the wall again. for now, he just needs to hope he'll even be able to see the wall when that time comes around. tries not to make a habit of scratching at the stone that's replaced most of the left side of his face, including his eye.

they're looking for a way to replenish his healing charm all the way, but he gets the feeling that involves either deactivating it or removing it, or both, and he isn't keen on turning into a statue again. physical rehabilitation is a fucking bitch. worse when your arms hate you. sometimes he wishes he'd complied and taken up his resolve again, gone through it the easy way, become crystal-type. share his blood with god's weapon. command it with his mind.

but where's the fun in that, right? hah.]

Fine. [not. he doesn't elaborate. that much hasn't changed since he was last here. he'd appreciate it, though, if nescreca could cease with pulling them from the worst possible points in time, however that works.] Fine enough. Will be.

..I'll just drink it later. [he nudges the cup to the side and leans back, folding arms overh is chest. as little as the backrest does for his, well, back (and neck, and shoulders-- christ he's starting to sound worse than yeegar), it's nice to have some support there that isn't a brick wall. or a fellow exorcist.] But thanks anyway.

[beanstalk]

[It hasn't been too long, but also long enough. The uniform could be fixed if he wanted it to be, they've got a Queen around who offers her seamstress expertise to the other residents. Buttons and missing decorative chains, though, that's a loss. (Still silently cursing Allen for that, just a little. And whoever stole his and Johnny's travel money.) Though Lavi does - did - get a little fire snake happy. Should have seen him during the invasion, set soldiers on fire accidentally. Also Lenalee can still tend to hair needs, even if this one wouldn't remember there being two Kandas around.

Better is something, though. It's an improvement in the right direction, something they can take and work to better. Arms can be worked on, get their strength back. Kanda's own healing is probably barely better, though he wouldn't risk punching holes in walls if it meant breaking his hand. Denting walls like he had before is also out of the question now. And yes, don't scratch at your stone and he won't scratch at his. Luckily there's no Akuma or Noah here so there's nothing to worry about when it comes to losing sight in the other eye. Not that they'd even get the chance to with the number of Exorcists around. Something that Nesreca's always had in abundance for ages, it seems like a lifetime ago it was only him and Allen around with Alma.

Kanda wouldn't blame his twin, not in the slightest. He's personally afraid of turning into stone, it's the only fear he really has. Though if he ever catches wind of what the Order is trying to do in your world, he might as well just punch that hole through that wall and break his hand anyway. It's something that they shouldn't do, but it sounds like they'd do it anyway because everyone knows how desperate the Church is to get any kind of upper hand in the war, and Kanda (and Alma the Exorcist) has been the only truly successful experiment, even if the repercussions for it were incredibly high. (Especially when it cost them the North American branch and the Thirds, but it's likely they wouldn't care of such high stakes in another, alternate world.)

Though there's repercussions for going either route. Loss of physical movement and difficulty with that, Kanda's observed that much with the route his twin went. Being Crystal, though... that's a completely foreign thing. Even if his own blood is God's weapon, even if he can control it with his mind, he's not sure if it shows any signs of Falling or the threat of it. He's not sure what the pain in his arm truly meant, though he has his suspicions but deep down he doubts it's any kind of Bad Sign. The veins around his stigmata on his left arm appear to be less aggitated than they were when he came back, which is what makes him doubt his initial thought of a sign of Falling.

Though, still, there isn't really anyone to turn to when concerns like this are raised. Little things he doesn't really think about, not at home, but can't help but do so in Nesreca when there's nothing else to do. His resolve is solid, however, no doubt about that, he has his goals set in...stone, ironically. The reaction he had, though, it did and still does unsettle him.

The fun's totally subjective. Give him another horde of Akuma and he'll have a blast. Still feels at his best when fighting and killing them. Always has.

Pursing his lips a little and giving the other a slight frown.] It's mint. It'll help. [TRY 8|

Doubt Libitina will ever stop pulling them back at bad times, though. It seems to be one of her Favorite Things, just so he can watch the reaction the "toys" give once they realize they're no longer at home. ...Though he totally would have been okay with not even coming back right before he drank his Innocence from Lenalee's hand. It wouldn't have been...recorded...then. Thank God Komui's never been here.

..And dude don't ever complain about back pains around Cross, he might joke about it. ...Okay it's Cross it's likely he will. But Kanda just stays quiet for a moment, giving a thoughtful look to his own tea. He's sorry there isn't much more he can do at the moment. He'll have to ask Yukio if there's any kind of painkillers around later. If not, he'll just have to ask Cross to get some.] Mm.