PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS - BEAU

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WEEK ZERO - SUNDAY

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[Someone has unfortunately ditched the booty shorts by the time he sees Beau again, missing the jacket since he doesn't want to COMPLETELY die of heat stroke right now. A sheath sits comfortably at his hip, the hilt incredibly hard to miss.

He has no idea what Beau's doing out here - it's obviously not any sort of training. But there's a rhythm to the motions, something purposeful.

He'll wait until she's somewhat righted herself before approaching, head cocked to one side out of curiosity.]

I'm not interrupting, am I?

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[ she peers up at him, and flops down to sit cross legged, instead of gearing up for another pose. ]

Nah, I'm just passing time. [ she's in her own comfy clothes, with a blue fan attached to her belt. ] You settling in okay?

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[Haaaaaahahah.

He'll unhook his sheath to rest on his lap as he drops to a seat a short distance away, deflating a little bit at the question as he glances at the Ant cabin.]

...Define okay.

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I'm guessing your roommates leave something to be desired? [ she looks amused. ] What, did you get into a fight straight off or something?

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What? No, no, nothing like that. They're all fine.

It's just... they're all girls in there, outside myself. [And this is a COMPLICATED SITUATION.]

WEEK ONE - FRIDAY

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[After angrily hitting some things elsewhere a certain blond just straight up vanishes, but if Beau's out in the forest she might see Guy pacing slowly like an irritated cat, posture tense, occasionally turning to throw his fist against a nearby tree with a harsh snap, the knuckles of his hand red.

Everything's fine.]

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[ she almost walks past him, not in the mood to deal with most people, but she does pause. she stares at him from a couple feet away, watching him with a sharp, angry look of her own. ]

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[Yeah, he catches that.

It's like the sight of her watching him forces him to scrape all that tension back down. It's not relaxation - with what Beau just showed him about her meditation, it's easy to see that it's carefully controlled, an intentional forcing of body posture back to something polite, something approachable, even when he could probably snap if hit just right.]

You're not going to find much wandering that way, Beau.

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[ her eyes flick between his shoulders and his face, taking in the sight of him and the way he pulls himself together. ]

Probably not. What are you pissed about? [ no patience, no gentleness. she wants to know, and she'll know. ]

WEEK TWO - TUESDAY AFTER HOTSPRINGS

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[OKAY WELL WHENEVER PEOPLE START LEAVING AND THEY'RE SURE ASCH AND ZENITSU AREN'T GOING TO GO OFF AND BANG he is frantically waving Beau over and just

gesturing??? vaguely??? at where Asch and zenitsu just ran off to???? because he's torn between being tiredly amused and just KIND OF REALLY TERRIFIED

WHAT THE FUCK????]

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[ she looks. SO TIRED. she's so tired, why is this place.

she just wanted a nice night with the hot springs and now she's all tense and out of sorts!! why are people this way, guy!! explain to her!! ]

What the FUCK was that?

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Someone had to have used a power on them. Definitely on Asch. Which means that they're stuck like this for at least five more days.

[god the thought of that makes him just kind of wilt]

Whoever thought this was a good idea needs a good punch in the teeth.

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[ she scrubs at her good side of her face. ]

Yeah, they do. It's not fucking funny - I mean like, it was at first, but. Asch doesn't deserve this. [ she sounds vaguely upset. ] Zenitsu doesn't either, but Asch is going to look back at this and want to die.

It's... it's not cool to fuck with people's emotions like that.

WEEK TWO - FRIDAY

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[well

It's kind of hard to miss Guy, because he's actually slipping out of Snail Cabin sometime in the afternoon, walking... oddly. Like he expects the ground to break under his feet.

Which is further demonstrated when he completely tips over to one side outside of his own volition and falls flat into the dirt.



What if he just lies here for the rest of his life.]

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[ ... guy, what are you doing.

beau is on her way to the snabin in her full beat up glory, and she just stops and stares down at him. ]

... What the fuck did you do, moron? [ she asks, so, so flatly. ]

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[BIG. FRUSTRATED SIGH, FROM THE DIRT.]

What does it look like I'm doing, Beau?

I stayed outside last night.

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And what, lost your sense of balance? You didn't have that to begin with.

[ aaaaaaaaaaaa ]

w2, saturday

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[ hello, guy.

she is - maybe trying not to cry, when she comes in to sit with him. she leans against the bars. ]

... Hey, Guy. [ :c ]

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[He's up on the top bunk when she comes in, back to the bars. It's when he hears the creaking weight of someone leaning against the iron that he bothers to turn around, eyes softening when he sees who it is.]

Hey, Beau. [He'll climb down, dropping to a careful seat nearby. With the bars in between, it looks like he can break the distance a little easier.] You look a little rough.

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[ she bites her bottom lip very hard so that she doesn't actually cry when she opens her mouth. ]

Yeah, well. [ she says, with a wavering voice. ] It's because you don't deserve this.

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I wouldn't say that.

Maybe not for this, in itself. But this isn't the first time I've been found guilty for a trial in these places.

Last time? I did deserve it. And I still was able to walk away, because someone was foolish enough to take my place.

...

So who knows. Maybe my luck's finally running short.

WEEK SIX - SUNDAY

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[He'll lead Beau off towards the lake, wandering off onto the dock and plopping down to a seat on the wood before gesturing for her to follow suit, if she wants.]

We don't have to talk, if you really don't want to. But I don't think leaving with things sitting like this between us is all that good, you know?

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[ she's watching him with a sort of guarded look. ]

That's fine. We can talk. You start.

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[Cool, we'll get right into it, then. His smile goes cold and exhausted.]

Did you and Taako let me take the fall for all of that on purpose?

[Her and Taako, not her and Wei Wuxian. Akira had been the one to follow that train of logic. But he remembers who encouraged him and who did not.]

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Not on purpose, no. Wei Ying and I didn't set you up for it. We did let you take the fall for it, but it wasn't a frame job. It just happened.

I don't know why you're including Taako. He didn't know I was a killer at that point, and he didn't kill that week, so don't be mad at him. [ sniff. ]