shiratorijun

Please respect the fourth wall.

Jun hailed Ken:
justjuns: Ken?
Ken: Yeah?
justjuns: I asked...on the nexus about anchoring.
justjuns: Someone suggested...magic.
justjuns: Maybe I worded it wrong.
justjuns: Would you like to try? Maybe...ask yourself.
justjuns: I ...dont' want you to leave unless you want to...
justjuns: And I...today I was scared I wouldn't see you if I didn't go looking for you.
Ken: You heard, didn't you.
justjuns: What?
justjuns: You almost went away again?
justjuns: Ken?
Ken: Don't really want to talk about it.
justjuns: No!
justjuns: Don't...
justjuns: *nearly crying*
justjuns: Don't shut me out, don't ...don't! Please, Ken...
justjuns: You don't want...
Ken: What sort of good is it going to do? It won't solve anything.
justjuns: What have you tried?
justjuns: Please...I don't...it's been so hard on you and...
justjuns: Where are you?
justjuns: I'll give you my pinpoint.
justjuns: Maybe...
justjuns: If you have that in hand all the time, you'll be able to control where you go a little.
justjuns: At least, you can use it to get back.
Ken: I haven't ever been able to control it, Jun. I just go wherever some twisted hand decides to push me. That's it. It's the way it's always been.
justjuns: You're going to get some say.
justjuns: Where are you now?
Ken: Home. Arisa's out . . . somewhere.
justjuns: I'll be right over.
justjuns: And we can talk along the way.
justjuns: How's flying? *there's the sound of doors slamming and an engine starting. It's a big cycle 748cc.*
Ken: *voice can probably barely be heard over it* It's good. Whoever was before me took good care of the engine. And as usual, people are glad to get their mail. Just gets a little confusing when Hiroshi or one of the other guys mentions something I don't remember, I guess.
Ken: Price of gas is going up . . .
justjuns: That's a great big pain, right there.
Ken: No, not when I have to take the gas price out of my own paycheck. *he rambles on, more facts, details about the mail hangar, mundane details that he probably wouldn't normally bother to speak of, as though hearing his own voice or hers were a key*
justjuns: *Jun makes comments in the gaps between the ending of one thought and the beginning of another. She promises to look into getting a grant for the route. She talks about variations on the more fuel-efficient plane engine Nambu had developed. She makes jokes at her expense as well as Ken's...two small business owners that refuse to give their little pensions a break and work for other people.
Ken: *He seems to have grown resigned to the fact that she's coming whether he's said to or not, making no further commentary about her travel, offering a wry note of humor at the jokes -- not quite a full laugh, but enough. Tells her not to worry about the grant, tries to get her to fuss as little as possible; she has other things in her life now, and he's not used to sitting and being fussed over.*
justjuns: *Jun's blasting through traffic. Making shortcuts out of other's drivers sensibility. She gains the straightaway to Ken's sooner than is legally possible. She has no care.*
Ken: Don't break too many speed limit laws.
justjuns: I won't get caught.
justjuns: Didn't get caught that is...
justjuns: Bayanai's looking for work flying.
justjuns: Has he talked to you abou this yet?
Ken: Bayanai . . . ? The one who crashlanded? No. Haven't even met him yet. Not sure he knows who I am.
justjuns: No?
justjuns: That's right....
justjuns: You know....I've had worse houseguests.
justjuns: Just...not so many all at once.
Ken: And Jinpei's a handful in himself. *movement from the other end, as though he's gotten up* You close?
justjuns: Yep.
justjuns: If you've cleaned your ears you might hear me.
Ken: Other motorcycles ride by here, you know. *Silence a moment.* All right, there you are.
justjuns: Here I am.
justjuns: *Jun parks her bike, and trots to Ken's door.*
Ken: Just . . . don't panic or anything.
justjuns: *grabs hold of the handle* Okay. I'm coming in.
justjuns: *She shifts her wrist in order to open the door.
Ken: *He shifts his eyes to the door to look at her when she comes in . . . for a moment his body is solid, then shifts to near translucency for a moment before going back to as it was before -- almost, as Arisa has described it, a TV screen losing its signal.* Jun.
justjuns: *Her eyes are alight with pleasure. She's looking forward to looking at him until she does.*
justjuns: Oh.
justjuns: *Her voice is small. She drops her bag. Her eyes grow deep with concern." Bad v-hold.
Ken: *His smile is small and wry in turn.* Something like that.
justjuns: *she swallows hard, and takes a few steps toward him. She holds her pinpoint out toward him.* I don't watch much tv anymore.
Ken: *He shakes his head, dropping back onto the couch.* I knew you'd start to worry.
justjuns: *Sits down next to him.* Take it and I won't worry. *That was not an exact truth.*
Ken: *That might have worked on someone else, but it doesn't on him.* We both know that's not true.
justjuns: Then take it so I can see if it works or not and if it doesn't I can worry about something else.!
justjuns: *Then she grins.*
Ken: *Likely she won't leave him alone until he does, so he takes it with a small smirk, resting it against his thigh, staring down at it.* It's not that bad yet. They're minor.
justjuns: *It's a like a wristwatch. The band and face are a stark grey. She indicates two buttons.*
justjuns: That... *she points to outtermost of the two buttons* will take you straight to the roof of the J. *she points to the button next to it* This will take you to world 713, lake 73. 713 is the world Derek found and populated with some hunters. Lake 73 contains... *her voice falters* It contains ...a Godphoenix we...hadn't been using.