un: nolongerhuman

[thesettingsun]

Quick survey: do you know anyone from home here, or are you the only one who got brought from your world?

And is it weird to people from modern Japan to see Valentine's Day not being advertised in February? It was only really brought over after my death, but the last few years I've been around for it, you can't miss all the sales and promotions.

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[darkdisgrace]

..Oh. Right. I did that, didn't I?

[He has a habit of that, when he's not thinking clearly...]

Yeah. It's gravity manipulation. Anything I touch, I can change the gravity of.

[thesettingsun]

That's cool. Way more interesting than just nullifying stuff.

[darkdisgrace]

It is.

[He smirks.]

The Dazai I know can't even handle a fight on his own. He's all brains, no brawn.

[thesettingsun]

If I ever see him I'll kick his ass.

[he sounds like a loser!!]

[darkdisgrace]

You'd have to get in line, but that'd be amusing to see.

[He takes another swig from the bottle, offering it to Dazai after. There's a tell-tale flush on his cheeks already.]

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai takes another drink, this time a longer one.]

Ever seen anyone use a scythe before?

[darkdisgrace]

Once before, yeah. Though that was a corpse, technically. Not many people would use a scythe to fight in the city.

[What the fuck Chuuya--]

That what you fight with?

[thesettingsun]

[Just gonna roll with it, it's fine.

Dazai picks up the book that hangs from his belt, which turns into a Giant Fuckoff Scythe in his hand.]

Not to brag, but I'm pretty good with this.

[darkdisgrace]

[Chuuya watches with interest, eying the blade with a grin. Sure, the book thing was weird, but--]

Nice. If I wasn't already a few drinks in, I'd be asking for a fight right now.

[It was a strange weapon choice, but it still suited Dazai somehow. Flashy and dramatic, still flirting with death.]

So you turn that book into your weapon?

[thesettingsun]

Sure do. [Poof, it's a book again.] All the authors in my library do - something to do with how we're summoned.

[darkdisgrace]

So what, every book you touch is a weapon?

[He's just imagining a library being an arsenal, nbd.]

[thesettingsun]

Just our books. I can't do it with something I didn't write.

[darkdisgrace]

...Guess that makes sense, in a way. It's yours, after all.

[He's tipsy enough this logic makes sense.]

[thesettingsun]

Writers put their soul into their writing. In my case it's just more literal.

[darkdisgrace]

....So that weapon, that book... that's your soul?

[thesettingsun]

As far as any of us can tell, it's close enough. Don't go doggy-earing any pages.

[It'd be weird!!]

[darkdisgrace]

What, would that sprain your wrist or something?

[He frowns a little.] Books are so easily damaged though... is it really safe to just cart something like that around?

[thesettingsun]

Haven't tested it, but you shouldn't do that to books anyway.

Getting too far from my soul doesn't sound like a good idea either?

[So it's kind of damned if you do, damned if you don't...]

[darkdisgrace]

Damn... That's tricky.

[He's going to resist the impulse to reach out and touch it, if only because he'd worry about hurting the guy.]

[thesettingsun]

[As long as he doesn't like rip pages out, it's fine.]

It's complicated being a dead guy.

[darkdisgrace]

Still pretty lively for a dead guy, in my opinion.

[Just gonna reach out and pat Dazai's shoulder instead.]

[thesettingsun]

[Leans into the touch...]

You're stuck with me for a while yet.

[darkdisgrace]

[...Dazai's a bit like a sponge, isn't he?

Chuuya lets his hand slide up to gently run through the hair at the back of his neck.]

Not exactly complaining about that.

[thesettingsun]

[He sure is. He slings an arm around Chuuya's side, affectionately.]

Imagine all the chocolate you'd miss.

[darkdisgrace]

[Oh. That's different.

He leans into it nonetheless, chuckling.]

That's true. Hope it's really good chocolate.