rules to live by

"Darker and more bitter than hell itself." affiliated with citta alveare. housed in T-6.

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@mediumofthestars

It was widely agreed upon that hot summer weather wasn't too suitable for an even hotter beverage, much less within a steaming establishment that served food perhaps three times a person's internal body temperature, but it was no secret that Godot was a dissenting man who marched to the beat of his own drum. Hell, he might as well have built the drum himself.

It could also be contested that piping hot coffee and ramen didn't go together at all. Again, he disagreed-- Godot blend #86 was carefully crafted to compliment these savory tastes more than perfectly. The people nearby were inclined to turn away from or escape what they thought were terribly clashing aromas, but it may as well have been divine to him and he paid those around him no mind... that was, until a certain violet robe fell under the gaze of his visor.

He wasn't too sure she was real at first. Perhaps it was his less than optimal sight playing tricks on him. But he continued to stare regardless, and when she was finally within earshot he called to her. Rising to greet her might make him seem too eager.

"Maya Fey."

Godot calmly raised his mug to her, unordinarily stiff and robbed of some of his signature finesse. It likely didn't show in his half hearted smile, but she was more than a welcome sight to him now.

"What's a lovely young lady like you doing in a city like this, I wonder?"

[damon-archive28394]

anyway, i just finished trials and tribulations and im an emotional wreck over diego armando

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hi guys! i would put up a starter ad on godot here but i'm usually pretty god awful at them. if you'd like to thread feel free to send me an IM anytime or even better, my twitters are over here at @garchompteeth and @tokugawamight! i communicate and plot best through shitposts it's my native language.

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@convictedfeathers

Ah, yes. Round two. The comeback.

There was a permeating atmosphere of chaos in the Hive, but that didn’t really surprise him. It had been present the first time Godot found his way here, but that was more akin to the humming of bees than this mad buzzing of wasps. It wasn’t nearly so aimless or muted now. The air was rife with tension, animosity and the occasional drifting scent of smoke and ruin.

At times like these it was important to stay close to what you considered familiar. Granted in Godot’s case he could count it all on a hand, but he was going to stick to his guns even if they were lacking in ammo. It was this resolution that led him back to the city’s law offices– his plan was to see about retaking the position of prosecutor Edgeworth had so graciously offered him before, if at all possible, and another higher priority was finding some answers about what had changed and charged the city so drastically.

From the moment he set foot inside, he couldn’t help but note the building felt like it had emptied considerably. Ah, well. There was little point in delaying, thus he stepped through the front lobby and down the hall with a straight back and head raised. Fake it until you make it, that was one of his latest rules. So when he came upon the first door that seemed promising Godot briefly rapped the door with his knuckles and turned the knob.

Luckily he wasn’t greeted only by ghosts, though the occupant of the room looked as if he might’ve seen one. Godot flashed one of his winning grins in any case.

“Hey there. A moment of your time, amigo?”

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homuchan

Today was a day for taking his work outside, he decided. Godot was a mover and shaker, he knew himself that well, and he'd always been more effective at the work he was assigned when he was out and about. True, his only consistent tasks for the time being pertained to a mountain of paperwork, but that was no reason for him to stay cooped up in the office for the entire duration.

And at this point in his life he'd done enough collective sitting around in the same spot for ten people.

He gave his secretary the news that he'd be stepping out for a few hours, though not the day-- Saitou may have been his subordinate and by no definition was Godot a slacker, but the young man was a talent in gripping a leash-- and in a rather predictable move, he made his way to one of the four coffee shops within a three mile radius that he made a habit of frequenting. It was either something akin to a sixth sense or sheer dedication; finger any given sector, save for 02, and he’d be able to list about twenty or so cafes for you off the top of his head.

Coming upon the quaint little establishment, he stopped to hold the door open for a lovely young lady who looked to be leaving. “Heh. Pardon me, kitten.”

[laeva]

“In that case… I’ll add brewing coffee to my list of daily tasks as your assistant.”

[17cups-blog]

“Ha... good man.”

“Your concern is much appreciated, make no mistake about that.” The prosecutor brought a hand to his chin in thought. “If you can manage to find one, I could make use of a skilled physician. This condition of mine is ongoing, and thus far I’ve managed it fairly well on my own. But sooner or later, I’m going to need a number to call.”

[roleplay-musings]

It’s too late to regret.                                                         Reality is just cruelly moving forward.

[laeva]

“Shouldn’t that turn you away from coffee?” 

Despite his quiet disposition, Saitou is quite used to flippant attitudes. Dealing with Godot is familiar territory.

[17cups-blog]

“You might think so, but consider that the scent of a doctor’s coffee is what woke me from my slumber in the first place. Every man has their habit that won’t say die, no?”

[laeva]

He lapses into silence. Familiar feelings float up to the surface of his mind. Everything he knew and cherished is gone. That’s simply how things are now. All he can do is forge on and try to make something new for himself.

He tries to change the topic:

“So what does this have to do with your caffeine intake?”

[17cups-blog]

There was something telling about Saitou’s momentary withdrawal into quietude, and there were a number of conclusions that Godot could draw. But he wouldn’t press the matter until the young man felt comfortable giving voice to the correct one on his own.

“Were that I had died from a wound of war, I might have had cause to be proud. But it was nothing so honorable. A young lady that I was questioning about a case of considerable magnitude slipped poison into my cup of coffee when I wasn’t looking, and I drank deep.”

Reflexively or otherwise, he took a swallow from the mug he had in his hand.

“Ha! One hell of an amateur mistake, in retrospect.”

[laeva]

No one has confronted him about his rise from the dead yet, but few knew that he hadn’t survived the Battle of Aizu. Still, he thinks he knows where Godot is going with this.

“Would you ever reclaim your old name? Or are you too different a man now?”

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That was the kicker, wasn’t it?

Godot paused, genuinely wondering at how to answer. Upon a very recent reunion with a certain somebody, the reason for his soul searching had been thrown up in the air.

“You probably know it better than I do, but the world keeps turning even when we as individuals come to a standstill. I was dead to the world for just five years, but that was enough time for the things that mattered most to me to dissipate. Too much of what I knew was gone, thus it stood the reason that the man I used to be had left right along with it.“

“Suffice it to say I don’t see him making his encore anytime soon.”

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draugenov

There was one thing Godot could say for certain-- that here he witnessed a stranger who exuded a formidable presence. In fact, he noticed from his small table outside the corner cafe that just about everyone who had the good fortune of sharing a sidewalk with the man was giving him a considerable berth, as if to mind the very air he carried.

It piqued his interest, to put it simply. The last one he'd known to see the earth unsettled in his wake had been a rather vicious and conniving beast. Was this a predator of the same ilk? There was only one way he could find out, really.

"Hoy there... I'd be careful that you don't catch anyone underfoot with those heavy steps of yours, amigo. They might not live to press charges."

[laeva]

“… I’m not sure I understand the significance of you taking on a new name. Saitou Hajime is not the name I was given at birth either. But if it’s any consolation, I can tell you mine.”

Fair’s fair, even if it costs him less to divulge personal information about himself.

“Yamaguchi Hajime. I changed my name when I was exiled.”

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“Exiled, hm.” Something about Saitou’s tone struck a chord. Perhaps it was presumptuous of him to assume, but was this why he dove into the work he was given so readily? Was it a need to be needed?

“My true name is Diego Armando. Godot is a mantle I donned less than a year ago, by my time frame. A little tacky under the circumstances, maybe, but it was necessary. Funnily enough, when you're dead a lot of people expect you to stay that way.”

[laeva]

Persistence might as well have been his middle name. He didn’t become Hijikata’s trusted confidant for nothing.

“If you mean to tell me about a lack of records, surely you mean to elaborate further. I won’t repeat it if that’s your concern, sir.”

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It wasn’t as though it was a secret doomed never to see the light of day. A certain defense attorney had made sure of that. But the people who did know had been kind enough to keep the subject taboo, at least as far as he was aware.

By this point he supposed he’d be safe counting his secretary among them.

“To begin with, Godot isn’t my real name.”

[laeva]

“What? No, wait– let me look this up. As your secretary, I have to stay on top of not only your paperwork but your well-being.”

[17cups-blog]

Was that right? The young man was persistent. If that was how it would be, now was as good a time as any to fill him in.

“I appreciate the effort, Saitou, and your thoroughness is commendable. But I’m going to tell you right now that there’ll be a gap or two in my file that are unaccounted for.”

[headphonehitokiri]

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[headphonehitokiri]

“Say… what purpose does that visor serve, exactly? Is there any particular reason to be wearing it here?”

Never mind that he’s wearing sunglasses indoors, himself – no, really, never mind that. The visor is something uncommon in any situation. “It does look rather cool, though, I must say…”

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“Ha!”

It was a rare happenstance that anyone would ask about his attachments upfront. Straightforwardness was something Godot could respect.

“This? This would be my eyes, amigo. Without these goggles, I’d be little better off than a bat in broad daylight.”

[laeva]

Still not amused, Godot. Try again.

“Excessive caffeine consumption can lead to heartburn, heart palpitations, muscle spasms, osteoprosis, ulcers, psychosis, schizophrenia, irritable bowel syndrome, tachycardia, cardiac arrest, death–”

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“--has the opposite effect on me, amigo.”

Godot wondered if he should grace Saitou with the knowledge that he’s made sacrifices for his creature comforts before.

[laeva]

“I was asking for your sake, not mine.” A certain someone else is entirely unamused.

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One day, he thought. It was only a matter of time.

“Well now, little to be done about that, I’m afraid. My fate is sealed in that regard.”