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centralfiction) wrote2023-10-05 10:41 pm
centralfiction) wrote2023-10-05 10:41 pm
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Ugh, what is it?
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Ugh, what is it?
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Ugh, what is it?
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Ugh, what is it?
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post-thanksgiving
It's a name Jon's familiar with, a little bit. He doesn't know much about the man, but he knows that Krusnik wanted him—not Jon Snow of Westeros, the Lord Commander who had...done his best, is how Jon thinks of it. Done everything he could to save lives, only to meet betrayal. Jin Kisaragi, on the other hand, is—someone powerful enough to have gotten on Krusnik's radar. To have drawn their attention to their little family in the first place.
And now he's here. And Ragna did not react very well to him.
Jon sits on the couch, runs a hand through dark hair. Lets out a breath.] Gods.
[It's exhaled with great resignation.
In the meantime, wherever Ragna is, Gerock of Ruffia's stern little face (and Grumkin's significantly more happy yipping) will greet him.]
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He... massively fucked up with Harumasa. And now Jin was here too... apparently what he had was a panic attack... a nervous breakdown. Dammit...
Ragna seemed to have left that place the very fucking second he could and he was faster than Johan thanks to flight. He walked out of his room, seemingly after taking a long shower given how flat his hair was and the steam coming out of the bathroom door. He was too tired in every way to acknowledge the dogs beyond a single pat each.
But he just flopped on the other side of the couch where Johan was, seemingly hearing his exhausted comment.]
Can fucking say that again...
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[Dinners with the Starks weren't as bad as that even with Catelyn Stark steadily ignoring him. If this is what Thanksgiving's like with an entire family, he'd rather just eat turkey dogs at home and turn in early.
He's quiet for a long moment, before he reaches an arm up to give Ragna a side-hug. It's been rough for both of them.]
If you want, I'll break out the Coke from the fridge.
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[Ragna knew logically what could be worse than what happened but what could be worse than what fucking happened...
Ragna accepted the side hug, even giving one back to Johan. He needed it more than he'd admit out loud... god, there was just so much to address but only one main thing Johan saw.]
... I never wanted you to see me get like that. It hasn't happened in... God, I don't even know how long. [Big Brother shouldn't be having panic attacks, he needed to be strong... he knew Johan knew better but the fact remained that it's not a way Ragna wanted to be seen.
He slumped lower into the couch.]
That guy that was there, he... Shit, it's...
[What a complicated mess, how did Ragna begin to explain this to his little brother.]
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[See, not as bad as this Thanksgiving, though it had been dysfunctional in its own way. Jon leans into the side hug, just happy that his brother is talking to him and seems to be doing semi-okay.]
...Niisan, I've seen worse sights than my brother having an emotional breakdown. It's fine. [Nudging him with a bony elbow.
After a moment, he chews on his lower lip, then nods.]
Go ahead. I'm listening.
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[Stupid fucking bullshit in Ragna's opinion. Stupider than this situation he got himself in. Family should be family and if you don't have something supportive to say to a kid, don't say it.
He sighed though. He's too prideful to let anyone see him break down, let alone his little brother.
...
His little... brothers.
No sense in mincing words here, was there. Johan was... Johan was a grown ass man. Who has been through his own flavor of hell. Feels condescending to hold anything back.]
Jin Kisaragi. That's what his name is. And he's... my past life's younger brother. "Ragna the Bloodedge"'s brother. I never thought someone from the past would show up like that. And everything just flooded back all at once.
[That's why he was in so much pain, why he broke down like that.]
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Jin Kisaragi. The name is more than a little familiar. Jon's quiet for a long moment, fiddling with his sleeves.]
...I'm sorry. That it just all flooded back, just like that. [He couldn't have done anything, but still.] At least we know that he's here now. Will he pose any danger to you, to the house, to anyone around us?
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[God forbid Ragna tell even his brother that there's no need to be sorry in a normal way. As for the other thing...]
... As long as you stay out of his way, he won't give a shit about anyone else. But he'd do anything it takes to track me down. He did in our past life.
[...]
That's when and if he remembers me at all. I don't know about you, but I'm not gonna take the chance that he won't remember. Not in this stupid town...
I know telling you to stay away from me is gonna go in one ear and out the other. But if you try and get between us and he does remember he will try and fight. He's a bitch ass motherfucker but he's not someone you want to take lightly.
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[He says nothing about his own feelings about it, nor how he found out about it: because he'd overheard them complaining that they'd gotten the wrong kid. We got the Westerosi bastard and not Kisaragi, what the hell kind of bad luck is that?
He bumps Ragna's shoulder in sympathy instead, and for some time is quiet. Then:]
If he tries to come after you, I'm taking you and getting you out of there. I won't allow him to hurt you for any offense he imagines a past life did to you.
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[... Ragna didn't even want to consider what Krusnik would be like with someone who held the Power of Order. Of course that all hinged on if any flavor of Jin would give enough of a damn.
... he had some principles last time Ragna saw him. Last time "Ragna the Bloodedge" did anyway.]
Johan...
[God, he's really become a man. His scared little brother...
... in both his lives. Have become so strong. He'd be proud of things weren't so complicated. At least he can feel it more comfortably with Johan.]
It's gonna come to blows eventually. It's just a matter of time. And if we can get out of there, he'll just track us both down.
... Just be my back-up when the time comes.
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[Is it like Longclaw and Brightroar and all those other swords made of Valyrian steel, so sharp they could cut through anything like a hot knife through butter? That can't be right, though, there must be something else entirely about it that's caught their attention.]
Of course. I'd be offended if you tried to tell me to keep away from you for my own safety. [Jon has seen so much, at this point.] He can try. You're my brother. If he wants to lay a finger on you he'll have to get through me first.
[Which is, let's be honest, easy enough, because Jon can't hope to stand up against Jin's power. Still.]
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Do you want the short bullshit answer or the long one?
[Rubbing his temples. He's going to give the short with the heavy implication that it is considerable more goddamn complicated.]
Nox Nyctores: Yukianesa. It's a katana that lets him control ice. It's also a kind of weapon from my past life that fucks with the wielder's brain and makes them go fucking psycho if they can't prove they're stronger than it.
[It's a Whole Thing, but thinking about it too deep made Ragna's head spin too much right now.]