week 6 curfew ; rooftop

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[ something about lockpicking here ]

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[ Well... Another week, another return. At least this time, the trio came back alive. But either way, there is some tension here. He did, however, bring some things up to the rooftop for them earlier in the day since plans were made. Blankets, pillows, an assortment of snacks and drinks- soda, water, and even a couple bottles of alcohol. You know, just in case.

Either way, he's rubbing his face as they get sealed up there for the night. He's kind of glad it's just the four of them with their plans. For the moment, he just looks out at the city.

...But he does have a blue and green bracelet with "VI" on his arm that he didn't have earlier in the day. ]

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[He's tired, but...it looks like they got everyone who came back all nice and treated, for now.]

[Sholmes is reaching for the alcohol, but he's gesturing over to Kotetsu, at his bracelet. What is that?]

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[ He notices Sholmes gesturing over to him and walks over to him, settling in next to him. He holds his arm out. Feel free to check it out, detective. ]

Nero made it today when we met up for our roles. He said the number on there meant "The Lovers."

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[Nero looks away fastly.]

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"The Lovers"....



[And now he's looking around, seeing everyone else, and just. Hanging his head.]

The rewards of fellowship....these beautifully handmade bracelets....one doesn't see at all. I have been joined together in camaraderie, here...not at all left out....

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[Nero also has an assortment of snacks and settles onto the rooftop, staring at the sky.

Nero also has a matching bracelet to Kotetsu's.]

Long week, ain't it?

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You mean a long ... what. Seven weeks?

[ Bracelet buddies! ]

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We've been stuck in this competition for way too long.

[TIIIIRED.]

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It really doesn't feel like it.

[It has been a long week. He's reaching for a glass for his alcohol.]

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[If he doesn't stop Nero, he's also getting red wine.]

Drink up.

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[ flat is around the roof railing, smiling as he looks over the city.

he also has his own bracelet in blue and yellow with the roman numeral "I". ]

This is amazing! You can see over the whole city like this!

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Sholmes and I discovered this place a couple of days ago. I thought it'd be a nice place to spend the night with everyone.

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Wow, Mister Kotetsu, I didn't know you were into picking locks!

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No, Mr. Escardos! I'm not!

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It's fun.

[Nero "I LOVE CRIME" Turner.]

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Sholmes is the one that did the picking... but he's an influence on me.

[ He can't even bring himself to say "bad." ]

VIOLIN PERFORMANCE

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[Since Kotetsu brought his violin along, Sholmes will eventually stand up with it and bow in hand, bowing to his audience with a smile.]

[He'll then launch into some violin solos, quite expertly done.]

[It's good, to perform for friends.]

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[Here's a fun little tidbit about wizards: Every single one of them loves music, even if they don't play.

He seems pleased and excited during the performance.]

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[He's grinning as much as Nero is grinning. To see the man who had been so withdrawn before smile so openly is exciting to see. Like opening up a clam to discover a brilliant pearl.]

[He's happy to make his friend happy.]

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[ By this point, Kotetsu has probably had another drink or two, feeling a soft buzz. He lays back with a pillow comfortably tucked under his head and watches Sholmes, completely enraptured by the man. Everything else around them fades to nothing as he watches him.

Finley gently preens on Irene, not a care in the world, loving her so deeply, purring deep and content.

For this moment in time, it feels like the teams, the angels, the Watchers, the trials, the murders... none of it ever happened. None of it matters. He's in complete bliss with the three of them up on the roof. The distrust that was turbulent in his heart, the concern of this stupid "game"... it fades away.

He doesn't dare close his eyes, not wanting this scene to fade out. Not wanting to miss a single moment. A single movement. A single second. He burns this memory deep in his mind, like a bright, endless beacon to carry him on. To keep his heart strong. ]

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[It's so simple, not to think of any of that. The deaths, the trauma, the violence, the fear that one will wake up, and discover someone close to them dead. Right now, it doesn't matter. It's just heart and soul, song and music.]

[Love, and friends, together.]

[He fixes Kotetsu with a look eternally fond. A great affection seems to pour out of him in the notes, soaring to great heights - the lengths his love will go to. His dear hero, adored, admired, loved for all he is.]

[He wouldn't trade this for the world.]

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[ It's such a simple moment in time, but as the notes play, it feels like it spreads out over eternity. He knows somewhere in the back of his mind that the hours will tick until they're lulled to sleep, but that doesn't change what's happening now.

He lets out a content sigh. Is this what it'll feel like when they finally wake from this nightmare? Perhaps. Perhaps even more. Coming out of that fog when they arrived feels like but a distant dream now.

Kotetsu meets Sholmes' gaze with absolute fondness. The purity of the emotion is strong, steady, unbreakable. He brings his fingers to his lips and blows Sholmes a small kiss as he plays. It might seem tacky or silly of a motion, but he doesn't want the man to stop playing, just wanting to admire him, to send his love without disturbing anything.

"Thank you" is all he mouths to him. For what? For everything. For every moment they've shared. ]

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[ flat, in that moment, seems to relax a little bit. he's never had a chance to actually hear sholmes play the violin, so this!! is a treat!

he looks just as excited as the rest, swaying to the rhythm. it's a shame he can't play along with sholmes, but he'll enjoy the performance regardless! ]

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[It is a treat! A treat for everyone here, who he cares for in myriad ways. Flat, especially, has gone through much, and in a quick upswing of tempo, he winks and beams at him.]

[Its a song as cheerful as the boy seems to be, and its what Sholmes wishes him to be.]

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[ at the wink, flat laughs, returning the gesture happily. a moment such as this one is fleeting, but it’s that momentary aspect of it that makes it so important for flat.

from his bag, he’ll take his cellphone, and take pictures of, not only the detective’s performance, but of everyone else, too. even if they’re not all photogenic, all the pictures he takes are important to him.

they’re wonderful memories, after all. and, for flat, there is nothing more precious. ]