[not again] catchall for ogata

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w0 - Sunday

[snyaiper]

[Ogata was honestly planning on perusing the posted information about everyone later, after the crowd had dispered, but Flayn's reaction to hers had been... interesting, so he'd gone and looked.

After giving her some space, he comes looking. Because really, he has to ask. After a bit of looking around, he pads up silently behind her where she's investigating the isolation cabin.]

You know, you're quite a lot older than you look.
[Hi.]

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—eeek!

[Well, she wasn't expecting that.

With a startled yelp, Flayn whirls around and throws out an arm to defend herself - which, uh, hopefully she won't connect with his face or anything, because the bracelets on her arm would probably be a little painful.]

Oh, it is you.

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[Luckily, he was standing far back enough to not get whanged, but he wasn't far enough back to avoid it completely... so she ends up giving him maybe the equivalent of a gentle slap. It's fine. He seems unfazed. Maybe slightly amused.]

You're reacting like someone who's doing something she shouldn't be doing.
[Which? Maybe???]

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No, I am reacting like someone who was startled by someone else sneaking up on them!

[It's possible she's not supposed to be here yet, but no one's told her not to look around, so.]

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One would think after being alive for several millennia you'd learn to watch your six.

[If anyone's ever told Ogata it's rude to mention a lady's age, he's chosen to ignore it.]]

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[she shoots him a disgruntled look]

You are rather quick to believe what you have read. We have no way of verifying the authenticity of anything on those pieces of paper.

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[Raising an eyebrow.]

Oh? Well, mine seemed to be entirely accurate. Are you denying what they wrote on yours?

w1, thursday morning (it would help if i remembered to post this)

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[it's thursday!! ikea is over and done with!! flayn never wants to build furniture again, so here she is in the mansion, where all the furniture is pre-bulit. specifically, here she is in the gun room, since you said ogata would be here every day.

she doesn't realize he's there at first when she pokes her head in to look around.]

...so many types...

[snyaiper]

[He’s just sitting in a corner, tinkering with a Winchester, when he looks up and notices Flayn. Odd! He wouldn’t have expected to see her here. He remains quiet for a moment, simply observing, until she speaks up.]

Different guns for different functions. You wouldn’t kill a bear with a pistol.

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["you specifically wouldn't kill one with a rifle, either, apparently" is something she's not quite rude enough to say. why don't i play someone more rude.]

What functions do these have?

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[WOW!!! He could have if it was a normal bear????? That's not his fault.]

It's mostly a matter of distance and location... For example, if I was indoors, I wouldn't use my rifle. It's unwieldy in narrow spaces. Conversely, the effective range of a pistol isn't long enough for sniping.

Different guns take different sized bullets, have different chamber sizes, and have different levels of stopping power. A lot of that comes down to personal preference. A Murata rifle only carries a single round before reloading, so it's not ideal for a combat situation. However since they have greater stopping power, some more talented big game hunters prefer them over the Arisakas.
[To no one's surprise, he has a lot to say about guns. Perhaps a bit surprising is how engaged he seems to be when talking about them.]

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...

[it's like a whole different ogata. but, this is pretty neat! flayn is learning a new skill today: how to identify which guns would be best for various situations.]

How did you learn all of this?

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[Smoothes his hair back.]

Some of it is just from experience. I used to carry a pistol as a sidearm as well but lost it before I even came to the island.

But when my commanding officer took an interest in turning me into some sort of specialist, he allowed me access to some reference materials as long as it was relevant to my job.
[So he just taught himself about guns.]

w1, saturday

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[Does Ogata want visitors? Probably not. In his own way, he seems to have made his peace with whatever tomorrow might bring - but Flayn can't help but feel guilty for the part she played in all of this.

(Although, the more she thinks about it, many of the others had not seemed to need much convincing. Would he have been convicted even if she hadn't spoken up?)

Anyway, he's probably just trying to settle in for his last night at the isolation cabin, but here comes Flayn! She's... got a bowl of rice and a cup of tea with her.]

...Ogata?

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[He certainly hasn't been left alone, but he also doesn't seem particularly surprised to see her. He looks tired, but he grins in that odd, bitter way of his, before speaking, in a whisper.]

If you're here to go on about how this is your fault, I don't want to hear it.
[Appartly he can be rude again, but only quietly.]

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That is not... [well.] ...the only reason I am here.

[She comes closer to the jail cell's door, then slips the bowl of rice and the cup of tea through it.]

...I know you likely do not have much of an appetite, after everything. But you should eat something nonetheless.

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[He takes both, but;]

Actually, Sanji already came in here earlier to prepare a "last meal" for me.
[But white rice is a fucking rare treat for his time so he's not going to just sit here and NOT eat it like damn.]

What's the other reason you're here, then?

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[Perhaps surprisingly, even though she prepared the rice, it isn't totally godawful. She's been practicing!]

...I wanted to ask a favor of you... although I know I have no right to ask it.

[She takes a breath.]

I know you must be very angry about what happened. But I still intend to find a way out for everyone, including those that we lost. So... you saw the notes that some of the others received at trial, did you not?

...depending on how tomorrow goes - if you end up... [Her breath catches. She doesn't want to say dying, but, what else can she say?] ...if you do end up dying... And if there is something on the other side...

Please write to me if you discover anything of note. Particularly if it contradicts the information that was shared earlier in the week.

[snyaiper]

[Ah. He seems to actually settle a bit, at that. This is a nice concrete request. He takes a bite from the bowl of rice.]

Of course. I'll do what I can. If I have to die for such a stupid reason, then I'd rather like to see you hit whatever it is that's responsible for all this in the face.
[As if he needs a reason to watch Flayn beat people up.]

w6, saturday

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[This is probably a very bad idea.

But.

Upon leaving the mess hall - on her way to the gardens - Flayn had spotted Ogata sitting outside in the snow. The sight had nagged at her, and on her way back, she stops to grab a blanket, just in case; sure enough, when she returns, he's still there.

Her footsteps crunch in the snow as she approaches, and she crouches down in front of them before holding the blanket out.]

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[Yeah, nice thing about snow. Ogata looks up before Flayn reaches him, but he just sorta stares and watches her approach. Rather than his uniform and cloak, he's got on an Adidas hoodie that's just a bit too large on him. It seems like, fairly warm, but he could probably use the blanket because he's just got like, jeans on otherwise or something. Black ones. Ogata is rocking some sort of jock goth look now.

Anyway. He does not take the blanket, his hands just resting casually on his rifle that's unslung from his shoulder just sorta propped casually in front of him.]

Keep walking, before I give you a reason to regret leaving Yin Yu's side.
[GO BACK INSIDE, FLAYN.]

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...

[Honestly? That's fair. Flayn nods once, sets the blanket down in front of him so he can take it if he decides to later, and turns to go.

I'M REALLY SORRY CAITIE.]

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[It almost seems like that's gonna be the end of it, no conversation had, but when Flayn's practically on the threshold;]

... Wait.
[A soft noise, that might be a sigh or might just be some sign of annoyance.]

Did you have something to say or was that all you wanted to do?

I got stuck in a drive thru line and it's killing me. Phonetags.

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[She freezes, when he speaks, and then turns back to look at him.]

...what I want does not much matter - you are the one who was wronged.

[he got framed, after all.]

OH RIP......

[snyaiper]

[It's so weird, honestly. Usually, he's the one who's doing the wronging. He almost wants to correct her and say it's impossible. But, well, she did help frame him for murder. Part of him wants to ask for specifics. Whose idea was it? Surely Shinobu's. She doesn't like him, after all. But Flayn had let her, if that was the case, so does it really make a difference?]

... Mostly I'm just angry that you demanded I try to be something besides a killer when even you thought that's all I was.
[That's really what he was hung up on.]

I don't understand why you'd lie to me.