Summer Memories
>> @bellxna
The funny thing about invitations was that sometimes, just sometimes, they got into the hands of those that nobody expected for them to. Perhaps they had been sent on an off chance. Perhaps they had been sent because even if they didn’t stay, they had at least been a part of it once. Amongst the ranks who had joined Beacon. For studies, for a future.
Fuko took another glance over the card in his hand. The writing on it an elegant script that had been printed on hundreds of other ones just like it. Except this one… This one had his name. He rubbed the side of his jaw with the back of his other hand, along stubble skin and scar tissue alike. “Why did we even attend this?” He wondered to himself. An elbow in his side answered him as Moko slipped besides him. “It don’t matter. We’re here, so we might as well say hello.” Her eyes were sweeping along the mass of bodies however. So changed and unchanged by the time that has passed.
There was a classmate they had once shared a class with. There was the one who had been a part of the team that was across the hallway from their own dorm. There was… There was Blake. Moko stopped for a moment. A passing look within her eyes before she tapped her brother on the arm. Fuko barely gave a nod before she was off, sliding almost soundlessly through the people.
“I was going to return the one you left with me, you know. But if you ain’t using them, I guess that it’s just as well I left the bow at home?”
Reunions weren’t really something you’d expect Beacon to do, but to Blake’s surprise she found the invitation there in the mail, almost letting it slip by as it was between two bills she would save for later. A smile spread across her face at the thought of seeing her old friends again, the ones she’d lost contact with for whatever reasons. Life, work, at least not death, yet.
Blake wasn’t a person for formal wear, but she did at least try to look nice in her dress. Weiss would kill her if she showed up in her combat gear, after all, and Yang would never let her live it down. Her boots were one thing, but she would never get used to these “lady stilts” as Ruby still called them to that day. She hated them at prom, and she hated them now, but she would suffer in silence for the sake of making a nice impression on people who would no doubt have their own ideas of what she was like.
That’s when she saw them, two faces she’d missed dearly over the years but never was able to see again. “I stopped wearing the bow after graduation. I don’t feel it was necessary anymore. Keep it,” she said with a smile. “It’s great to see you two again.”
“Whatever would I do with one though?” It was that easy grin, that thing that had not changed despite the years and scars, that Moko shot Blake. “It’s good to see you again. Time kinda went away after we got called back home for…” There was that pause there as her smile slipped slightly. “Well. Family business.”
Fuko had moved over as well then. Holding am arm out as he reached Blake and his sister. The large black bird upon his shoulder took a few steps along that arm before hopping onto Moko’s shoulder then. The avian large enough to rend their arms settled with a strange delicacy upon it’s perch, fixing dark eyes upon Blake before seeming to judge her to pass some sort of test and proceeding to groom itself.
“Blake. It has been a manner of years has it not? I will say, it is a pleasure that we meet once more.” Fuko’s language was, as ever, as stilted as it could get. Yet there was that warmth in his voice as one would greet any old friend. “My apologizes for our rather rag tag appearance compared to yourself. We seem to have stumbled right off the battlefield.”
Moko let out a short laugh. “He means we just got back from one job or another. Gotta say though babe, you do look good. Dressed for the occasion eh?” She stopped for a moment before shaking her head. “Where be my manners though? Blake, meet Rinnua. She’s kinda my partner in crime these days.” The black eagle let out a whistling noise before shifting it’s wings and lowering it’s head in a bow. Smart bird.
