Closed(ish) | Guarding Mr. Daisy

[lotusmesenpai]

Who: Sion, Lavi, Kanda & anyone they meet at the Summit
Where: Springhill Compound, Peace Summit
When: W6D2 - D6
Summary: Guarding Sion during the summit should be an easy warrant. Unfortunately, nothing with Sion is ever actually E A S Y.
Restrictions/Warnings: Kanda's fine command of language, as usual.

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[lotusmesenpai]

[He doesn't have reason - or doesn't know of a reason - for him to greet Takasugi with anything more than exasperation or irritation. Given time and enlightenment, well.

That'll be an interesting day, now won't it?

However, as his one-eyed companion watches Sion and the other diplomats, as he offers his own assessment and laughs, Kanda's eyes narrow and focus with a hard intensity on the man by his side.]

It's a challenge, when you have to guard an idiot that actually believes in the shit he's spewing, but... heh. So far as I'm concerned, they're all enemies, Pops.

[Yourself included. A beat, as he turns his gaze back to the thinning crowd.]

Takes the guesswork out of the bullshit.

[shikomizue]

[Growing fond of the brat he may be, Takasugi looks forward to the day he sees nothing but feverish hatred in sharp black eyes. The possibility of a quick end, a single utterance splintering carefully measured control, only wets his appetite and tempts him to draw their connection out until it's taught enough to snap.]

You don't believe in the harmony of a pampered Company mouthpiece? [Sarcasm dripping, sloughing thick over the threat in the other's voice. It's heard, understood before it even passed Kanda's lips.

Takasugi turns to the crowd as well, several newly familiar faces milling about as they spread what hearsay he's whispered into their ears.] Do you think there's a solution? [The question is plain - dull - already disinterested in the answer.]

[lotusmesenpai]

I know he's less pampered than you think, and that he believes the bullshit he's rambling on about. As for the rest...

[He just offers a scoff and a careless shrug, though his thoughts linger on his charge.

Because while what he'd said is true - it's what makes people like Sion so dangerous - his resolve isn't for selfish gains, but for all those around him. It's for an elusive greater good that only he can really see, because the rest of the petty souls surrounding him are too focused on getting what they want for themselves.

It's what makes him a target, and a liability, for those that own the market share of the Company.

The twist and drag of his thoughts are convoluted enough that, when the last question falls between them, Kanda's gaze goes flat, his answer seemingly automatic.]

Fuck no. But they're going to keep talking while the Quad burns around them. Hells, they're the ones holding the matches.

[shikomizue]

[And all they need is a spark.

Whether that be someone like Sion, faith in the world undampened by its suffering, seeking a misguided solution doomed to fall between his fingers, or someone like Rhys, willing to use the emaciated shoulders of the weak and weary as a stepping stone to greatness - Takasugi will be there to strike flint against steel.

As he looks out over the mingling delegates, all he sees is dry tinder.] Aa. It does all seem rather hopeless, doesn't it? [He delights in such a predicament.] But it seems as if they always find a way to prolong the inevitable.

Though for some it's simply dragging out their suffering.