29 Chimera Court, Monday Morning

[battlewithstyle]

A pool of golden light blossomed in front of 29 Chimera Court, and as it dissipated the form of Mitsutada appeared, in full suit and armor (though his piecemeal bits weren't exactly 'full armor'). He looked more than a little haggard, though he thankfully did not appear to be too bad off. Just ignore the little blood spatters on his face. He'd say it was mostly not his, but that was a lie since the Retrograde demons mostly just vanished after you cut them.

He went up to the door and opened it, then promptly staggered over to a chair and collapsed into it. Yes, he'd remembered to shut the door behind him. He was tired but not foolish.

He'd just... take a nap for a bit. He really needed to start resting at the Citadel before returning, but he'd been summoned so suddenly he felt a rush to return. So help him, he was starting to think of the island as home and not just an extended expedition.

[ooc: Open, sure!]

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[raspberryturk]

Never let it be said that Reno wasn't a stubborn ass.

Sure, he'd gone to the clinic yesterday. There had been surgery, even, because you didn't spend a day being slashed at or riddled with bullets without there being surgery when you came out the other end.

Especially when you burned through potions right on the front end and didn't tend to carry healing materia around. Ever. When you could help it.

So the stubborn ass bit was, of course, stemming from the fact that he wasn't still in the clinic now, recovering from injuries that would take people months to overcome even considering extensive rehab. Reno was a Turk. He had shit to do. And he was going to do it-- he stepped through the door and stopped short before he could sit on Mitsutada - from a different chair.

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada cracked his eye open at the noise, which was followed by a cocked eyebrow.

"Did you have to fight demons too?" he asked. He had a feeling that he had missed something.

[raspberryturk]

"Angry playground equipment," Reno replied, managing a slightly hiked-up shoulder. He regretted hiking up that shoulder. And not stealing some painkillers when he snuck out of the clinic. "Which was a new one for me, yo."

[battlewithstyle]

"...Was the playground equipment still... playground equipment shaped?"

This was a valid question when you were a sword who was a person.

[raspberryturk]

"... Yeah. But it had backup."

Because the slide couldn't exactly hold a sword. Or a gun-arm. Or punch things.

Stupid slide.

[battlewithstyle]

"What sort of back-up?" Mitsutada asked. "Evil... ghost toddlers?"

He wasn't poking fun, he just wasn't sure what sort of back-up a playground would have. Angry wood chips, that would've been ridiculous.

[raspberryturk]

Reno rolled his eyes.

"Some kinda tangible illusion junk, armed with swords and guns," he replied. "... Toddlers would'a been worse."

Sticking their dirty little fingers up people's noses and shit.

[battlewithstyle]

"...so the playground didn't exactly do the heavy lifting in this fight," Mitsutada remarked. "It was cursed? Or haunted? Or was there one of those... invasions that I missed?"

[raspberryturk]

"Hell if I know what it was," Reno sighed. "One moment I was mindin' my own business, next I was in the woods an', just, random shit was tryin' to kill me."

He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling.

"Random shit with grudges, yo."

[battlewithstyle]

"Grudges? Did you... kill a playground in cold blood in your past?"

This was all very odd. Mitsutada had to admit, he liked the simplicity of fighting the Retrograde Army. You didn't have to really question what it was up to.

[raspberryturk]

"Nah," Reno said, vaguely. "Did somethin' ugly within earshot, though."

He wasn't going to get into details from there. No friggin' way. But ugly? Sure. He'd cop to ugly.

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada stopped short of saying 'what, like getting that haircut?' in response to 'something ugly'.

"Well I am glad you were not defeated by this vengeful playground," Mitsutada said. "I'd hate to have missed seeing a see saw saw you in half."

[raspberryturk]

"It was a slide," Reno offered, a little too cheerfully. "But, yeah. Good to have come out the other end in..."

Well. Not quite one piece.

"... Breathin'."

Good enough.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel stepped out of the kitchen and noted the roommate return. "Hey. You missed the fun."

[battlewithstyle]

Mitstada looked over, his face one of suspicion. "Actual fun or something the opposite?"

[what_the_shock]

"Depends how you feel about attacking giant fish monsters and/or getting lost in your own dark something-or-others," Miguel said.

[battlewithstyle]

"I don't like getting lost in anyone's dark something-or-others," Mitsutada replied. "If I'm going to get lost, I'd hope it was somewhere nice. With a good kitchen."

"Fish monsters I can do without as well."

[what_the_shock]

"In that case, something the opposite." Miguel shrugged. "How about you? Is that blood from the opposite, too?"

[battlewithstyle]

"A successful mission," Mitsutada said with a light shrug. "History preserved, all swords intact. We did a good job. Thank you for the concern."

[what_the_shock]

Miguel shrugged. Mitsutada was a roommate he didn't dislike; wasn't that what you did?

"You need any meds or anything? Sandwich?"

[battlewithstyle]

"I would take a sandwich, thank you," Mitsutada said. "I am more tired than hurt at this moment. It was thankfully not too bloody of a mission. I don't think anyone even got moderately hurt, at least among the team."

[what_the_shock]

"Yeah, well, someone got immoderately hurt all over your clothes," Miguel pointed out. He headed back into the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, "Corned beef okay? Mustard?"

[battlewithstyle]

"At this point I'd eat lutefisk," Mitsutada said.

"...that is a lie. I would not."

[what_the_shock]

"One lutefisk sandwich, coming up!"

They did not have lutefisk.

[battlewithstyle]

"I'm not entirely certain you're joking," Mitsutada said with a chuckle and a shake of his head.