[No, nothing in life is ever fair, Machina. Lightning's had that hammered into her own head time and time again, not by teachers or mentors, but by life itself. She hasn't had a day off before she came here. It was one thing after another and if it wasn't one problem, it was something else.
She drums her fingers against her cup, turning to stare out the window again.]
When the gates open, the Chaos pulled me through into Valhalla. A dying goddess... she needed someone to protect her. And so, that was the price I paid and I failed her. She died, and the gates opened and the Chaos devoured everything. Five hundred years of being at its mercy and I woke up as the savior, thirteen days before the end.
[It not really a question. He's echoing the words because it strikes him as no mere coincidence. Admiration floods his face and where there was a surly teengaer, there is now one very animated fan.]
You're Agito.
[He's convinced. Although Machina is a little surprised he hasn't completed his Focus. Maybe that just means there's something else he needs to do first to make room for her. Maybe he's a little disappointed to figure out that he's not it after all, but this truly is the next best thing.]
[Hello, this is Machina Kunagiri being polite and reverent. Bad attitude is banished. He will never ever blow his stack in Lady Lightning's presence again. Ever.]
There is a prophecy that at the end of time, Tempus Finis, a savior will arise and save the world. Agito, the Savior.
[There's a sourness that crosses her expression, her nose crinkling ever so slightly at that. The savior, a prophecy... Lightning's never liked the idea of her fate being decided for her – that she was prophesized to be the savior before she ever got the chance to say no. She tries to wash down the bad taste in her mouth with the coffee, but it tastes more bitter than usual.]
[Machina is calmly assured of that. He's got faith in her. More than he realized until just now. That's a trickle of a smile manifesting on his face, even.]
[She doesn't need reminding or the reassurance, but it's appreciated all the same and Lightning doesn't let that gratitude slide. Machina might be a brat sometimes, but there's no doubt he genuinely cares. That much is obvious to her.]
I don't like leaving things unfinished. When I get back, I will.
[Do you hear that conviction, Bhunivelze?]
In the meantime... You stay the hell out of trouble.
[Yeah well... now he's convinced she's Agito. Which means he is absolutely not going to disrespect someone who's supposed to save the world. Especially when he knows his Focus is tied to Agito somehow... even if he doesn't fully understand it.]
Uh, sure I could get something. I finished working for the day.
[Ah Lightning, you underestimate the bottomless pit that is a teenage boy's stomach. Fortunately Machina is not that impolite to clean out half the menu.
He takes his time looking it over, however. So many choices! So many delicious things he hasn't seen at school in ages. And being on his own financially, he doesn't spring for expensive meals here either.]
Meatballs. We haven't had those at Akademia for months. ...is that okay?
I give you free reign to pick whatever you want and you go for meatballs.
[It's kind of endearing in a humbling sort of way. Lightning rummages through her pockets and lays out enough sylvs on the table to cover for it and her coffee.]
I offered, didn't I? I could always take back the offer.
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She drums her fingers against her cup, turning to stare out the window again.]
When the gates open, the Chaos pulled me through into Valhalla. A dying goddess... she needed someone to protect her. And so, that was the price I paid and I failed her. She died, and the gates opened and the Chaos devoured everything. Five hundred years of being at its mercy and I woke up as the savior, thirteen days before the end.
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[It not really a question. He's echoing the words because it strikes him as no mere coincidence. Admiration floods his face and where there was a surly teengaer, there is now one very animated fan.]
You're Agito.
[He's convinced. Although Machina is a little surprised he hasn't completed his Focus. Maybe that just means there's something else he needs to do first to make room for her. Maybe he's a little disappointed to figure out that he's not it after all, but this truly is the next best thing.]
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I'm sorry, who?
[Something in his expression tells her that this person is real important.]
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[Hello, this is Machina Kunagiri being polite and reverent. Bad attitude is banished. He will never ever blow his stack in Lady Lightning's presence again. Ever.]
There is a prophecy that at the end of time, Tempus Finis, a savior will arise and save the world. Agito, the Savior.
You're the savior at the end of time.
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I'm no Agito, whoever this person is.
[Lightning – she's just Lightning.]
I haven't saved anyone. Not yet.
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[Machina is calmly assured of that. He's got faith in her. More than he realized until just now. That's a trickle of a smile manifesting on his face, even.]
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[She doesn't need reminding or the reassurance, but it's appreciated all the same and Lightning doesn't let that gratitude slide. Machina might be a brat sometimes, but there's no doubt he genuinely cares. That much is obvious to her.]
I don't like leaving things unfinished. When I get back, I will.
[Do you hear that conviction, Bhunivelze?]
In the meantime... You stay the hell out of trouble.
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[Not even said snidely. He respects the hell out of her already, and now triply so.
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[Her eyebrow twitches upwards, subtly, because she doesn't remember him being so obedient and not without being huffy while he's at it. Whatever.]
You wanna grab something, or you got somewhere you gotta be?
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Uh, sure I could get something. I finished working for the day.
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Pick whatever and put it on my tab. My treat.
[Just this once.]
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[Ah Lightning, you underestimate the bottomless pit that is a teenage boy's stomach. Fortunately Machina is not that impolite to clean out half the menu.
He takes his time looking it over, however. So many choices! So many delicious things he hasn't seen at school in ages. And being on his own financially, he doesn't spring for expensive meals here either.]
Meatballs. We haven't had those at Akademia for months. ...is that okay?
[Genuinely not trying to spend too much.]
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I give you free reign to pick whatever you want and you go for meatballs.
[It's kind of endearing in a humbling sort of way. Lightning rummages through her pockets and lays out enough sylvs on the table to cover for it and her coffee.]
I offered, didn't I? I could always take back the offer.