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001 [audio/action] backdated to the 18th

[accidental audio/action for CH 5]

--at's it. I'm gonna pulverize--

[The words, made audible through an accidental feed on the journal that Cliff threw aside, were cut off by the crack of splintering wood as his fist slammed into it at full throttle. Cliff had finally awoken from his shift-induced dream, and he was pissed. It was just unfortunate that the first person he saw that morning had to be the target for his frustration at the Malnosso.

He was going to crush their captors...after he crushed Albel Nox.

It wasn't going to be pretty.]

[very intentional audio]

Sorry 'bout the mess this morning. Technical difficulties. Won't happen again.

Now. What the hell was that last week? A shift? That's one helluva-- [He stopped and took a deep, calming breath.] Don't tell me that happens all the time.

I'm more than game if anyone wants to work off some stress. See ya at the Barracks. Or the Dome. I dunno.

Cliff Fittir. Over and out.

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[True to his word, Cliff could be found at both the Barracks and the Battle Dome at various points throughout the day, as he restlessly wandered between the two facilities because neither actually fit his needs for the moment. A good spar was what he had in mind, although he wouldn't say no to company with someone that didn't know him and was actually sane.

Don't worry. He'll be cool.]

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[Souji spends an inordinate amount of time at the barracks when not at the Welcome Centre and with the loss of his friends recently, it's become even more of a habit. He heard the display this morning and when he sees someone at the Barracks, he wonders if this is that person. Stepping inside in his training hakama and gi, he smiles, bows, and takes a guess.]

Feeling any better from this morning?

[Cliff noticed the stranger in the gi and hakama entered long before he spoke up, although it wouldn't have shown as he continued punching at one of the bags. It helped him think, as he had nothing else to distract him from the problem at hand.

...which, at this time, was the fact that he had been used. It really stuck in his craw.

He glanced over at the question and decided that it was as good a time as ever to take a break-- and he regarded Okita incredulously.]

...You sayin' that was heard?

[It must have been that book. Oops.]

If by "heard" you mean broadcast to the entire village?

[He pauses to consider.]

Then yes. You punch really hard.

Aw, man! That ain't--

Agh. Forget it. It's done. [Too late to regret anything now.]

[He laughs, ducking his head slightly and putting the back of his hand up to cover his mouth.]

It really isn't anything to worry about. The journals can be finicky like that.

But you haven't answered my question yet.

[Cheeky guy. Cliff straightened to his full height-- likely much taller than Okita-- and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.]

Nobody's figured a way to put a lock on it yet? [It was annoying.]

Ya could say I've cooled off. The air outside helped, but I don't wanna go back yet.

[Not while there was a hole in the wall, and the promise of seeing Albel again.]

[Yeah, being taller than him isn't hard. He's only about 165cm. Souji looks up at Cliff and laughs again.]

If they have, they are keeping the method to themselves.

The Shift did not treat you well, I take it. Did it make things difficult at home?

[That's about thirty centimeters on the stranger then. Definitely not hard.]

Uncool...but, that makes 'em smart. Now they've got a monopoly.

Ya could say that it made a tricky situation even trickier, and not in a good way.

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Do you not get along well with your housemates?

[Because nosy Souji is nosy, Cliff is going to get the brunt of his meddling now.]

[Don't worry. Cliff is good at the basics.]

You kidding? Go through a war together and see if you don't become friendly with a few odd ducks.

[Ah, he knows about that. Only he's the odd duck that everyone talks about.]

Then what is the problem? Is the tension uncomfortable?

The one ain't called 'the Wicked' for nothin'.

[He didn't want to elaborate on Mr. Slim, Snarky, and Haughty.]

You certainly have interesting comrades, Cliff-san.

San? Is that some kinda...?

[It wasn't translated by anything that this world gave him or by the communicator that he found in the item shop a while back. Even if it was moot to carry it around, he just felt better with the little device.]

[Oooooh right, the world can't translate the word for some reason. Okita thinks for a moment, trying to recall what other people said it means.]

Ah....it is what people here say is an "honorific." It is like the foreign language "sir," I think.

[He taps his lip, thinking and then laughs and shrugs.]

I've never been very good at foreign languages.

I'm alright with 'em, but there ain't much reason to learn here.

[A shrug. There was no helping it.]

Now I'm wondering why that slipped through.

It cannot be translated, as far as I have seen.

[He doesn't know why and the idea of tech is so far beyond him, he isn't even going to try to understand why.]

Did Cliff-san enjoy learning languages at home as well?

Weird.

I, uh, learned a couple back home, but there's so many different people and cultures that we found a way to make something kind of like how...whatever it is here works.

[He wasn't going to get into communicators or starships. Given how the stranger was dressed, he had a hunch that some of it might just be too much.

Best to keep it simple.]

I only learned what I did because I work all over the place, and sometimes its just better to not use those devices.

...

Are you a mercenary?

[Because that is the only thing he can think of that would cause someone to travel so much and be able to punch that hard.]

A merce--??

[He cut himself off, and laughed.]

Nah. I go around getting people to work together for a bigger cause. It's kinda fun when you're not bashing heads together.

[Ah, a visionary then. Who punches.

Oh my gods, this guy is the alien version of Sakamoto Ryouma.

Souji blinks at being laughed at, then joins in.]

Ah, I see. Hopefully you can do less bashing and more talking then?

Depends on who's there.

But enough 'bout that. What about you, stranger? Got a name with all those questions?

[Always depends, doesn't it. Oh well. Souji smiles and walks over to the wall where several wooden practice swords are resting on a rack. He takes one and leans down to pick up a few weights to put on it.]

Captain of the First Squad, Okita Souji. I suppose the title doesn't mean much, however, not here. Not anymore.

[After slipping four or five weights on, he straightens and wonders again at how strange it is to be so open with his name even after all this time.]

What is the cause you fight for, Cliff-san? It must be important if you travel so far for it.

[Titles never amounted to much in his egalitarian ethics and morals. He watched Okita move with a curious eye. It was an old style weapon from earth, he figured, although he couldn't quite pinpoint the era or region. The only part that he could discern was that it was from before the industrial revolution.

Cliff chuckled. Funny, how all of those Earth history classes in college would pay off.]

I just work to get the little guys together so we can take on the big guys, but the fight doesn't always need our fists. Words do a better job of it.

Why isn't your title important anymore, Okita?

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