Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A lie would it be to assume he would miss those small signals being displayed in front of him. Be they truthful or not? - it mattered littleĀ if anything at all. Expectation would have it that he might call him out for these sort of ātricksā that might not even be some, but - frankly enough - the Reaper was not entertained at all. Whatever it meant, it either would come to find itself useful later on, or be discarded until whatever next meeting they might āindulgeā in [ if there would even be one at all ].
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Vulnerability was only an accumulation of the possible - if oneself was not found as āvulnerableā who would be able to exploit it? [ And might not be many still ā? ]. Brushed aside the same second snap of his fingers had rung around the room. Tearing out of thoughts and back to attention when asked questions tumble back and forth inside his interlocutorās mind.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He supposes there was a possibility to humour it even more. And anybody who had known the Special Class for a moment longer would realise that this occasion here had dragged on for far more heartbeats than he was able and willing to spill.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Why not see where it would lead?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Knows well enough what they both would need to give in order to not find own sanity at the edge of breaking.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou speak about insulting my abilities and control, and yet offer forth āpeaceā I am very well aware of that is not one to begin with.ā For what was peace in their eyes? The collection of an acceptance to stay in own path and never step out of self-imposed boundaries, lest they desire and accept it all to break and a war to flood the land and those unsuspecting souls outside of their own realm of existence. āLet us reevaluate it.ā What was peace in their minds? Remaining in their own active reach of powers without mingling in another partyās very own, decidedly fiddling with only their individual means of survival and growing greedy, greedy - so surely ravenous. āI am knowledgeable of your dear superiors and their destructive tendencies, soāā What was peace in their hands?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āāIf I admit and suspect myself to the acceptance of something quite as fickle as your word brought forth from those that control you - how am I to know that they would control themselves?ā For what is āpeaceā - if not a precious little word?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A discardable thought.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā But a reaction for an action, is it not? Mimicked comfort of leaning back in his chair, crossed legs to uncross, to change, to swiftly offer a new display of āeaseā, head to be set to an angle as if only being quite so attentive with mocking humour laced in whatever word he had proclaimed only seconds prior. These thoughts about something that so many thousands, hundred thousand, million, uncountable, would truly and utterly want?Ā And the investigatorās own knowledge about the topic was that his āassociatesā would rather turn this earth to dust than try and salvage what shall remain in tainted innocence.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā No, frankly and in truth. He only partially thought like this. Else protecting what was so sure dear to him would not find itself his daily means of acting.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ah, he wanted something else, but what it was? That would remain to be seen. āAlas, I think it might be just like my own partners for you. How am I to tell you and make you believe that my comrades would not destroy and burn those bridges we work so hard to raise?ā Easy, there was no way. But there were a hundred different ones to ensure it. āItās a bitter back and forth, donāt you think, Mister Yori?ā
By all means, Arima certainly was a tough nut to crack!
Why, if they were meeting under any other circumstance, he mightāve applauded him.
However, instead, all that he did was listen quietly and politely. Attention was stagnant, practically glued on nothing else but the Reaper himself. It was such a fitting name that Yoriās figured that heād merely refer to him as such when the opportunity arose. Heās not exactly... terrifiedĀ of what could happen, but heās certainly aware of what could and wouldĀ happen. Arima was not someone to dabble with, to toy around with and expect to come out alive-- let alone, unscathed.
So, merely, all he can do?
All he can do is watch.
He observes with impeccable attention (if even if it does not seem as such. he hopes that he is underestimated to only an extent. he likes to surprise people, after all.) the way the investigator moves, taking mental note of the way his head tilted and the lack thereof of idle twitches. Ah, he was certainly a creepy spectacle to behold, but he supposed that that was to be expected!
āOh dear... Oh, I am following right behind you now, sir Arima.ā
Swiftly does his hand move, threading itself neatly through white tresses and only proves to further accentuate the unnecessary picking heās done to own skin while sitting in wait. Heās exhausted, but itās not because of Arima himself. Rather, he was tired because he knew it was going to be like this.Ā
He was tired because he knew he had to actĀ like it. The scene he chose to play would be easy to pluck apart, gradually picking one piece out of it over and over until, finally, there lay an actor with naked words and casual niceties.
āThatās the joy of such a thing, though, is it not?ā He knew very well that that was, in fact, not something to find entertainment within.Ā āI, however, can understand the underlying anxiety it would make you and your coworkers shoulder! That was mighty foolish of me to word as such, wasnāt it?ā
(ah... they were not kidding when speaking of you.)
Light chuckle escaped at mention of his own name, Yori finding it somewhat ironic that his own mannerisms would be turned around on him. It was not aimed, though, as a tactic. He simply finds it funny that politeness and mindfulness could come off as so... threatening.
āI have been directed to display the terms and nothing more. My superiors -- they have all been rather cordial, as well -- have bestowed that upon me as part of the conditions. If you do not agree to it then I, and, by extension, they, understand. But let it be known... that it was their idea in the first place.ā
Ah... but how should he tackle the true problem child of this conversation?
He certainly was not expecting this truce to go swimmingly.
If anything, he may have been selfishly curious to see how long itād truly last.
āHowever... I am under the impression that they would follow your word, would they not?ā Those that knew how to survive, that is.Ā āThese, ah, ilk that do not follow behind? Haha! Well! The undesirables, as weāll call them, should not be a problem in this hypothetical! If they involve themselves then, well--ā he pauses to brush his hands against one another to mock dusting them off,Ā ā--that is that!ā
He smiled then, warm yet confident.
āThese are all hypothetical situations, though! As you said, itād be such a difficultĀ task to uphold that it may as well not exist.ā
(but it does. but it will.)
āI should take this more seriously!ā
So he relaxes, body language growing excessively lax for but a moment before flexing. It strains itself with tense shoulders and legs crossed over another one, hands coming to join together on topmost knee as he gives a single roll of the shoulders.
āIt could last for a day. It could last for even just one hour.ā There went a tilt of the head and a breathy chuckle, the briefest flicker of disbelief showing within his eyes.Ā āIt all depends on what theyĀ feel is appropriate.ā
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