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His smile breaks into one more genuine, and is followed by a chuckle. Typical Kagerou! The unease in his frame loosens. “Hmph! And then you’d be out of a job, wouldn’t you?” His optics brighten. “Or not.”

He pats Kagerou’s arm, continuing (as he gives the sound a quick scan,) “Let’s say I did. What would your next personal project be, hm?”

“Who knows,” Kagerou shrugs, “maybe I’ll retire. Buy a cottage down by the beach.”

He covers the wound with his hand to subdue the flow of oil suspecting it is at the heart of Shadowmaru’s unease. He’d have to visit the repair bay soon if he were to have any chance of avoiding Toudou’s scolding.

"Ah, I see it now. You could have a little hat, and Mr. Motorcycle could lend his shades. Mini Boss would visit and help Build Team apply sunscreen on you while you lounge, and we could bond over sand castles." Shadowmaru chuckles and, after a moment's pause, reaches toward Kagerou's wound. The tip of his digits click as metal plates slide aside to reveal hyper-sensory equipment; his fingertips light upon the warm metal and he can discern the steady thrum of pumping fuel. Not serious by any stretch of the imagination, which makes his own reaction all the more troubling.

"I can see why it would appeal to you."

His smile breaks into one more genuine, and is followed by a chuckle. Typical Kagerou! The unease in his frame loosens. "Hmph! And then you'd be out of a job, wouldn't you?" His optics brighten. "Or not."

He pats Kagerou's arm, continuing (as he gives the sound a quick scan,) "Let's say I did. What would your next personal project be, hm?"

Kagerou moves fast, but not swiftly enough to avoid all of the shuriken that had been thrown at him.

“Ngk-”

The noise that escapes him is one of frustration more than pain. He’d lost. A shuriken had pierced the softer metal around his middle. He stops to remove it, his brow furrowing when oil drips from the hole. It must have split one of his lines.

Shadowmaru hesitates, and his wings stiffen. Logically, he knows Kagerou is fine, but in the span of a moment, a much more sinister memory flickers through his data banks. A chill feeling seeps through him, but he fights it; Kagerou would not want this, it is something they should have moved beyond. (Hasn't he?)

He sheathes his sword and straightens, stepping forward. His smile is small, disarming -- somehow uncertain. "Ah... Perhaps we should see to that..."

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PSA;;

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#ooc;

He scoffs and shakes his head. “Was that a bird pun? You’ve been spending too much time with that Gunmax.”

Truth be told, Kagerou hadn’t spent a lot of one on one time with anyone aside from Shadowmaru himself. Part of the reason behind that was his introverted nature, but admittedly the one major reason was that he wanted to spend as much time with his brother as possible. Making up for the time that was stolen was what he prioritised above all else.

He watches his shadow’s every move.

“I’m hurt you think I can’t think of my own jokes,” he teases. “Do you not find me to be a funny fellow?” Shadowmaru begins circling ever closer, seeking an opening as the weight still cuts the air. Kagerou’s laser focus is his greatest obstacle. It will need to go.

“Have you considered dating? Perhaps you’ll find your sense of humor.”

“Hm.”

Kagerou flicks the chain weight-first around Shadowmaru’s leg and pulls it taut. His familiarity with the other ninja meant he had the ability to read him like a book.

“Perhaps I’d lose my focus.”

"Oof-!"

Before his back can hit the ground, he activates his heel thruster and wrenches his leg free. Shadowmaru catches himself on a hand and tucks into a sideways roll. In the past he would have been sore about being outwitted by Kagerou, but finds that now its one of the things he's missed most.

"Sounds fun." As he lands, he unleashes a blitz of shuriken at his brothers exposed side. "You could use a distraction!"

He scoffs and shakes his head. “Was that a bird pun? You’ve been spending too much time with that Gunmax.”

Truth be told, Kagerou hadn’t spent a lot of one on one time with anyone aside from Shadowmaru himself. Part of the reason behind that was his introverted nature, but admittedly the one major reason was that he wanted to spend as much time with his brother as possible. Making up for the time that was stolen was what he prioritised above all else.

He watches his shadow’s every move.

"I'm hurt you think I can't think of my own jokes," he teases. "Do you not find me to be a funny fellow?" Shadowmaru begins circling ever closer, seeking an opening as the weight still cuts the air. Kagerou's laser focus is his greatest obstacle. It will need to go.

"Have you considered dating? Perhaps you'll find your sense of humor."

Shadowmaru circles Kagerou with wide steps as his wings hold high and rigid; the katana he wields retreats from his prototype – his /brother/ – to whisk lazy arcs in his hand. Its cold edge dances in the light, and Shadowmaru feels whole with memories.

“Well, they aren’t fools. So I’ve learned, anyway.” He grins and searches Kagerou’s face. “And you? Do you like them?”

Kagerou begins to swing the chain of his kusarigama as Shadowmaru steps around him. It was as it was before but without the impending consequence of being expendable. He still had purpose; he still had to see that Shadowmaru reached his potential.

“Some are less insufferable than others, I suppose…” Kagerou jests impassively. “Deckerd, McCrane… The yellow one is growing on me.”

Shadowmaru keeps an optic on the kusurigama weight spinning rhythmically through the air. He keeps the other on Kagerou's frame and wonders who will strike first; before it was almost always him who would lose his patience, but perhaps he has become less predictable now, or Kagerou more brash.

Probably not.

"Making friends, I see," he chuckles while circling. "And hanging out with the geek, are you? They do say those of a similar feather flock together..."

Shadowmaru circles Kagerou with wide steps as his wings hold high and rigid; the katana he wields retreats from his prototype -- his /brother/ -- to whisk lazy arcs in his hand. Its cold edge dances in the light, and Shadowmaru feels whole with memories.

"Well, they aren't fools. So I've learned, anyway." He grins and searches Kagerou's face. "And you? Do you like them?"

Shadowmaru stumbles forward and catches himself on the heel of his hand, neatly tucking into an even roll that he uses to swing a leg upward on the dismount. The heel of his thruster narrowly misses Kagerou’s face before he finds his feet again and he brings his blade up to parry any blows.

“Tch! I deserved that one.” He always did. Shadowmaru smirks. “So, not to pry…” (He is.) “…but how are you enjoying your second chance at life so far, Kagerou?”

Kagerou is grinning as he swings his blade up meet Shadowmaru’s, but the smile is quickly replaced with a solemn expression.

“That time…” He frowns, “that was hardly a life. For either of us. You know that.”

He swipes upwards with his sickle, pushing Shadowmaru’s katana to the side, the clash creating a brief spark of light.

“This…” He points the tip of his blade to his brother’s forehead and taps the golden plate with a smug expression. “This is living.”

#kagerou500x #verse: main

He doesn't flinch at the touch, and instead smiles disarmingly in response.

"I had you," he replies, simply.

He then knocks the scythe aside and sweeps his leg behind Kagerou's knees as his blade sails down to mimic the tap on his twin's helm.

"The others are quite fond of you, I think," he continues conversationally. "I can't imagine why."

Shadowmaru stumbles forward and catches himself on the heel of his hand, neatly tucking into an even roll that he uses to swing a leg upward on the dismount. The heel of his thruster narrowly misses Kagerou’s face before he finds his feet again and he brings his blade up to parry any blows.

“Tch! I deserved that one.” He always did. Shadowmaru smirks. “So, not to pry...” (He is.) “...but how are you enjoying your second chance at life so far, Kagerou?”

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#ooc;

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“Interesting…”

His optics shutter once, blinking from a soft dark to bright green. The world coalesces with strangeness before clicking into recognizable shapes – very recognizable, in fact.

His brow ridges lift upward; something in his cortex feels foggy, and he can’t quite remember how he is – here?

“… Not to alarm you, but you might be me.”

(?)

影ー　Granted, he’d seen plenty of odd things, but this was admittedly new. His expression of mild confusion mirrored the other mech’s (his own?) “There’s a scary thought.” he drawled, deceptively casual about the situation.

It wasn’t just that he looked like himself, either. The posture; the voice.. it was like looking into a bizarre mirror. He folded his arms, suddenly feeling a tad self-conscious. “Sorry… you’ve caught me off my usual game. I don’t talk to myself very often. Not out loud, anyway. I’d say it would make me look crazy, but now I’m wondering if I’m already there.”

#shadokeikan #((why am I laughing sgdnghkl;))#((look at this ass trying to call 1 how dare))#((2 ass 2 furious))

He remembers something he saw in a movie once, and briefly raises a hand; with a slight flick of his fingers, he finds it confirmed this is no mirror.

Perhaps he is right (this other /he/), and he has lost his mind (both hims, that is. Hm. This could get messy.)

“Hmm,” he hums, the same eerie calm permeating his frame as his processor whirls into overdrive – a maelstrom of queries whirling beneath the seeming serenity. Shadowmaru lowers his arms into an identical chest-wide fold, finds it rather uncanny in retrospect, and so then decides to hold his chin purely to appear contrary (and thoughtful.) Something about this entire situation strikes him as amusing, including his own reaction. Bewilderment, puzzlement, the desire to appear unaffected – yet if this is /him/, then wouldn’t he know all about this facade?

“Well, then. If you’re me, at least you’re in good company. Shall we be uncomfortable together, Shadowmaru 2? I’m not finding much choice in the matter.”

“Say, Kagerou. What would you say to a spar, hm? Like old times…” He’s smiling offhandedly, unsure as to how this request will be taken.

“Perhaps this time I could train you.”

The smile becomes a cocky smirk.

Kagerou feels the corner of his mouth twitch up in amusement.

“You can certainly try.”

He draws his kusarigama in a flash and jumps back into a defensive pose, watching Shadowmaru intently.