[catchall] Camille

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This is one of my favorite shitposts

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Week 0, Monday

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[Kanda's never going to start a conversation first I am so sorry in advance

But he can be found, so that's something!! He's probably just quietly sitting by the water with his arms crossed, a sheathed sword resting by his side. There's also a number in the low thousands on his upper arm, showing through the sleeve of his coat. Woah]

it is so accurate and true

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[a poignant magic number on his body, is this infinity train]

Oh hey, Kanda.

[She's done her profile snooping, sorry. Camille draws closer with her arms crossed, just not too close. No visible writing yet, either on her skin or beaming through her clothes. Looks like her dirty little secrets are taking a nap for the moment.]

I met your exorcist buddy.

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[She used his preferred name so that's okay. He doesn't mind being spoken to, even though he makes the :nyeh: cat face at her actual words.]

We're not friends. [Yes they are]

WEEK 0: Saturday

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[Camille is staring down the bootbarrier, sat opposite at the Pyre. Sleep is evasive tonight and a man was murdered in her sleeping quarters, another in the church. There'd been a cartoon chase through three other locales too. So why bother? Nowhere was safe and nothing was sacred.

She startles at a sudden silhouette to the side. Then settles, recognizing that hair.]

You're out late.

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[Honestly, the only reason Kanda leaves the area is to swap watch duty with Lavi; otherwise, he's here with his sword in hand, close enough that he'd be able to dart forward and engage should Boothill bust out.]

There's no guarantee the barrier will hold.

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Well, aren't you chivalrous.

[So what right does Camille have to be out here?

Probably none, but she doesn't give any particular shits about it. She'll brood where she pleases, and there's the ghosts of dead men all over this town.]

How would you take him on, with your powers out? Swing your sword and hope for the best?

[It's said with sincerity at least. By all rights he's just as defenceless as the rest of them.]

Week 1, Monday

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["Pixi what does affection week look like for Kanda will he be nice and openly chatty now" no but it means he won't just walk away in the middle of a conversation so I'm taking it as a win

ANYWAY HELLO CAMILLE Kanda is on the island for inexplicable reasons. he's still boringly in his regular clothes... wow, Victorian. He's at the ranch! He is sitting with Dani the dog, just quietly petting her for now. Animals are better than people. Come pet the dog Camille!!!]

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[I would never ask that Kanda be openly chatty, it ruins his brooding rival allure.]

I see you've made a new friend.

[Camille is holding a cat by the way. It is an unusually clingy one, doing that hug thing as she baby-cradles it.]

You're going to make Pickles jealous.

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[Camille here with two cats, one cuddly and one who washes his hair with soap.

He makes a slight face like "what"]

Dogs don't get jealous.

[Imagine saying something so wrong with your whole chest]

Week 1, Friday

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[Even for the dog and on affection week, Kanda will not give hugs... I suffer every day.

But he's here by the pyre! He seems to be studying the area, looking around for any notable disturbances... there aren't any, of course, but he doesn't seem annoyed by this--at least, not any more annoyed than his usual RBF--just serious and focused.]

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On guard again, huh?

[Camille does not look pleased. She'll admit, she's spent less time with the dog than most, and she's only met Ichiban this week. Karma she learned quick to avoid.

None of that makes seeing their faces on posters any easier.]

I heard you found something out there.

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[To the first, he doesn't comment--not because he's annoyed, but because she's right, and he doesn't think he needs to explain why. But he gives up on looking around pretty quickly; if nothing was out of the ordinary last time, it doesn't really surprise him that that's true this time, too.]

Not much. [He doesn't really care about any evidence besides a body, but--] The dog's translator, and some blood. ["It said red liquid" yeah but he doesn't know how to murdergame so he just automatically assumed it was blood]

WEEK 2: Monday (1/2)

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[FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY FIVE THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED MIIINUTES

HOW DO YOU MEASURE ALL THE PAIN OF A YEAR

they are voided]

2/2 (REWRITE) ((SPOILERS, CW: self harm, gore, mental health issues, attempted face gore))

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Your little sister is going to prison today.

The police clap Amma's twiggy preteen wrists in handcuffs, and they march her out the door of your crappy apartment with a firm hand on each arm. She's defiant but hot in the face, eyes wet and cheeks red. She looks at you with a clear burn, the sear of a laser, and you feel your skin sizzle.

When she's gone your editor and mentor, Frank Curry, swoops in with his wife to save you from the silence. They assume the space on your couch. They're here for you in your hour of need. You manage just fine, talking.

You slip a knife up your sleeve when they aren't looking, and you go to the bathroom.

You lock the door. You slip your shirt off and look at your handiwork in the mirror. Words you've carved into your skin from age thirteen to twenty nine, neck to wrists to hips and down to the webbing between your toes. There's a patch on your back left blank, nothing written there. It's been too hard to reach with finesse.

Today, you grind the knife around in that smooth circle, shredding your last patch of clear skin below the neck. When you're ready to start on your face Curry breaks into the bathroom.

He gets the knife out of your hand, and in short order you are in their care and living in their basement. Sharp objects under lock and key.

It's better that way.

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[WHEN U STARE INTO THE VOID AND THE VOID STARES BACK and then spits out the thoughts in your head for god and everyone to see. Damn. Also I think about how this is probably the first totally modern-era memory he's seen so he's just like what the fuck is this house.

Whether Kanda is one of the better people to see these types of memories, or one of the worst--it's hard to say. On the one hand, Kanda isn't prone to asking questions; just as he pulls himself away from the friendliness and care of others, so too does he grant them that same space. He's company in silence and grounding reminders of harsh realities. On the other, he isn't one for sympathy or pep talks. He isn't nearly as heartless as he would like to be, but he is not the right person to provide comfort, verbal or otherwise.

He is, however, aware of all this memory-sharing by now; and while he's so desensitized to so many kinds of pain and violence that her memory wouldn't have unsettled him anyway, knowing that such private experiences are coming helps him brace for when it ends. He looks to her, first, checking to see how well she's weathered reliving all this before he says anything.]

Week 3, Monday

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[I'm gonna be so honest the only reason he doesn't immediately attack her is because he won't use the swamp so he's still really injured from Aqua

That doesn't stop him from stopping when he sees her, tightening his grip on his sword and narrowing his eyes.]

Why did they let you out?

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[ 7:22 PM
Subject: w3 monday
For 48 hours, Camille will greatly dislike Kanda.

Gently sets this pc at 10am....................]

...Bad judgment, probably.

[This is honestly a reaction she thought more people should have. At least someone's thinking clearly. Camille keeps her distance, watching him. Ready to bolt if need be. Injured as he is, he's still a man, and one that knows how to fight.

It's a miracle she got the drop on Cloud at all.]

Aqua got you too, huh?

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[lMFKDJHSGK I SAW THIS HELPPPP AAAAAA thank god Kanda is anti-swamp

For now he ignores the question, continuing to stare at her.]

They didn't tell you?

WEEK 4: Thursday

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[Kanda you stupid slut.

Wherever he may be, Camille will find him. She'll settle in softly at a respectable distance and make a truly terrible joke.]

You've looked better.

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[HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY!! A freshly swamped guy... and he really has looked better. There are still faint bruises on his neck, and there's light burn scarring on the left side of his face, plus his left ear is missing. Not that he listens to anybody anyway so that's fine, who needs it. Any other wounds are not visible since he's back in his normal clothes! His little golem is tucked in the collar his shirt.

Somewhere in the general void, they can meet!! He's tired and holding himself stiffly, but he isn't shivering or wheezing this time, so it's probably okay. He looks at her when she speaks, rubbing absently at his shoulder. I think about how mad he is at the people who brought her back but not at her IT'S SO FUNNY

Anyway]

I'm fine. [The swamp wasn't so bad this time.]

Week 6, Wednesday

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[HEWWO MISS CAMILLE...

Like everyone else, Kanda is mostly intangible and semi-transparent!! Spooky. He's still missing his ear, which I'm establishing now so that I can inevitably forget about it for the rest of the thread. At least his hair is down, so it's easy to miss.

Dying did not turn him into a party animal, so he leaves relatively early, unsurprisingly. But he doesn't go very far! He's not that hard to find--right now he's peering dubiously at the cathedral.]

How many churches do they need around here.

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[Oh my god...he can half fit into the new chainsaw man meta...]

At least one per person? [Camille approaches with hands in her pockets, smiling but lips thinned.]

Can't very well have religion without fracturing the congregation. How else is a holy war supposed to start?

Week 7, Friday

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[IT'S SO HOT I'M DYING

Camille can find Kanda around, though!! He's cutting down the fleshy monsters that are wandering around now. This is fine and normal, especially for him. The emotional vibes are just Very Focused.

He looks up and nods at her when he sees her; he's probably got monster blood on him or something, but. It's no big deal. He'll bathe before tomorrow.]

WEEK 7: Saturday

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[Oh sweet Kanda, you are so delightful and anti-social.

As is Camille, albeit far less than you. Catch her in the gy village, lighting a smoke in the darkness and giving a wave.]

I think Daan took care of Pickles, by the way. Just so you know.

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[HE IS... it is so crowded here now "there were only 5 living left" so crowded

Though, actually, he really appreciates that she told him this. Pickles is one of his favorite "people" here and he felt really bad about attacking him, even if it wasn't on purpose.]

Good. ...Thanks. [Emotions of genuine gratitude, even though they're stilted and awkward like he is.]