[not again] catchall for zenitsu

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w0, sunday arrival

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[It's a bit later in the day, and after getting cleaned up and changed into the outfit she'd found in her cabin, Flayn is back in the mess hall.

She's examining the food that's been set out for them. It doesn't look or smell bad, but...]

Mmm... I wonder how difficult it would be to make this.

[Don't mind her talking to herself, Zenitsu.]

[swordflash]

[Entering the mess hall for food, he receives a feast for the eyes. His eyes bulge at the sight of Flayn in a dress as he stands frozen a meter away.]

F-Flayn?

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[zenitsu NO.

Anyway. Flayn turns away from the food to greet him with a smile.]

Oh! Hello, Zenitsu. Are you feeling a little better now that we are off the bus?

w0, friday

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[is zenitsu still cowering in t-rex dragon cabin because if so that's where flayn will eventually look for him]

...Zenitsu? Are you still in here?

[swordflash]

[He sure is. The door cracks ajar before swinging wide open.]

You came back, Flayn!

w1, saturday

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[Today sucked, but... that's a trial mood!

Unfortunately, it seems Flayn isn't used to getting the culprits wrong yet, so she's taking this rather poorly. She's sitting at one of the benches by the bonfire, staring into the flames (and probably inwardly cursing everything about this place, but like, politely).

She does look up when she hears Zenitsu approach, though.]

...Zenitsu...

[swordflash]

[Nobody would fault Flayn for cursing like a sailor at this moment.

Walking past a cute girl on a normal day is already hard enough. When things are like this, he doesn't have to think before he takes a seat beside her. ]

Are you okay, Flayn?

w1, sunday

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[WELL, THAT WAS HORRIFYING.

once beau's wounds have been seen to and flayn's gotten cleaned up, she goes to find zenitsu wherever he may be.]

Zenitsu?

[swordflash]

[Horrifying, and just as gruesome as the execution prior.

Wherever he is, he drops whatever he was doing—thinking, probably—to give her his full attention, concern lacing his tone.]

Flayn! How are you feeling?

w2, thursday

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Zenitsu?

[well. after that honestly quite concerning display from asch, flayn is scouring the camp high and low for zenitsu. there's a degree of panic in her voice - it is murder night, after all...]

—Zenitsu, please answer me! Where are you..?!

[swordflash]

[At this juncture she finds him in one of the stables, hiding among the horses. The familiar voice, combined with the call of his name, draws him out by one step.]

Flayn?

[He answers wearily, having cried as much as he could in the time he's been hidden.]

w2, friday

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[once flayn is done at the lake, she's nyooming for the medical cabin, and if zenitsu isn't there? she will yakety-sax chase/hunt down his butt across camp if she has to.]

Zenitsu?

[swordflash]

[He's at the nurse's office, seated on the edge of one of the beds, and eating a cup of pudding with a pinch in his brow. The crease lessens when Flayn appears, though the muscles around his eyes remain tight as he lifts his head.]

Flayn! You're okay.

w2, saturday

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[that trial was upsetting, which means... it's time to scour the camp for the people she worries over! zenitsu is one of them, and eventually she ends up poking her head into the laundry room.]

Zenitsu..?

[swordflash]

[The laundry machine thumps loudly. Zenitsu sits against the wall while it runs, looking up in surprise when he hears the call of his name.]

Flayn? What are you doing here?

w3, monday

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[there isn't really any getting around it - memories are abundant, this week. flayn spots zenitsu, greets him with a smile and a hello, and hopes that the memory he'll surely be seeing in a few seconds isn't anything too damning.

the next moment, zenitsu is viewing a memory as if he's running through a hallway. the details of his surroundings are blurry - this memory is from a long time ago, and even now, she can't quite recall it clearly. but the long, green-haired woman up ahead is much more in focus.

flayn's voice comes out when he feels himself speak.

"Auntie... can you help me?"

the woman looks startled, then concerned. "What's wrong?!"

a pause, and his point of view shifts to the side before he tugs down on a piece of fabric that's been pulled up and over his chin. something almost scale-like brushes against his fingertips, and the green-haired woman's eyes light up with excitement.

"Is this your first transformation? Does your father know??"

"No! Don't tell him! It's so embarrassing!"

there's a brief flash of flayn's face, reflected in a mirror that was standing somewhere behind the woman, as she tries to pull away from the woman's hands - scales have formed along her neck, creeping up her face, and her teeth are sharper than they ought to be.

a moment later, the memory ends. flayn, at this point, just kind of looks resigned. this isn't the first time this memory has come up.

(will this place allow her no secrets?)]

[swordflash]

["Auntie."

Despite himself, Zenitsu's gaze drops to Flayn's neck as he reaches up to his own. He's not entirely sure of what he just experienced—it was clearly a memory, but he's not accustomed to feeling scales where there should be skin.

Of course, humans don't take naps that span a millennium, either. What's more unsettling, though, is her expression when he looks at her face.]

Flayn?

w3, friday

[swordflash]

[For the most part, he walks around with a downcast gaze. When he catches a hint of green in his periphery at the mess hall, though, he lifts his head.]

Flayn . . .

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Zenitsu...

[Flayn is ... well, today she's bundled in a dark robe that looks several sizes too big for her. She's sitting at a table with a teapot, a bag of sugar, and a teacup in front of her - but when he speaks, she stands and gestures for him to join her.]

...would you care to join me? I can get another cup.

w3, saturday

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[well....... they didn't find shinobu's and/or giyuu's killer(s). also, zenitsu got bullied by taako and magnus and she didn't do anything to stop that, so he must not be having a very good day.

flayn feels more than a little guilty about that. after the trial - when she comes across zenitsu (spins wheel) on his way back to one of the cabins), she calls out to him.]

...Zenitsu?

[swordflash]

[they didn't find the culprit(s) behind shinobu and giyu's deaths, but they found somebody. that's probably better than nothing.]

Flayn!

[exclaiming her name softly, he changes gears to walk over to her.]

How are you feeling?

w3, sunday

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[this is the third day in a row zenitsu is seeing her. is he sick of her yet?

anyway, here they are wherever he happens to be.]

Zenitsu! Hello—

[and i'm an asshole so it's time for some ISLAND MEMORIES. the first one features a familiar face.]

[swordflash]

[He'll never be sick of her.

The memory runs its course, leaving Zenitsu both winded and in pain. Indignation bubbles in the pit of his belly as he inwardly curses Ogata out for treating Flayn so terribly. How dare he.

Outwardly, he doubles over with a groan.]

T-the knee . . . I can still feel it.

w6, saturday

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[Here they are in the gardens! Zenitsu arrives first - Flayn shows up a few minutes later, and she looks sort of surprised to see him there. (But maybe she shouldn't be - he'd seemed to like the flowers, before.)

She clears her throat before speaking, to try not to startle him.]

...Zenitsu?

[swordflash]

[He's caressing the petals of a daffodil when she finds him. He turns to her in surprise.]

Flayn! Are you here on a walk?