entrancelogs | [saix and ritsuka; incomplete]

Ritsuka heard a knock on the door. He was laying in bed, looking at the photographs on the wall he had taken with the people in the mansion. Getting up, Ritsuka put his ear to the door. It was probably Saix to pick up the picture for Vexen. Nevertheless, Ritsuka still was going to ask who was at the door before he unlocked it.

"Who's there?"

The berserker folds his arms, tilting his head a moment before he answers.

"Saix."

Who else would it be? Though, one can hardly blame Ritsuka for finding the need to be so careful. Never know who or even what will be in the mansion, waiting.

So he was right. There was a click when Ritsuka unlocked the door and peeked his head out before actually opening the door all the way. "So it is." Ritsuka looked at Saix with some suspicion, his ears drooped slightly. He wasn't too fond of him since they spoke last in Saix's journal. He remained at the door, his foot was against the door just in case Saix tried to barge in.

In return, the diviner is not particularly fond of Ritsuka -- but then, he is rarely fond of anything, or so it seems. Of course, regarding the truth about him at all is a bit difficult to say.

He likes his secrets.

"Indeed."

Saix does not force himself inside. He simply holds out his hand expectantly. "Photo?"

Ritsuka looked at Saix and then at Saix's hand. It was as if he was commanding Ritsuka to give the photo to him. "If you aren't going to ask nicely, then I'm not going to give it to you. Vexen is expecting it. You shouldn't let your friend down."

He wasn't going to let Saix push him around. No. Not at all, especially someone like him. People who thought they were above everyone else. Ritsuka despised them. They were always fake and lacked personality.

He doesn't quite stiffen or scowl -- though his brows twitch faintly, as much as Saix attempts to keep his face rather unexpressive. "He's not my friend," he responds.

Without a heart, he wouldn't know if he had one.

Still, he seems to swallow his pride well. "May I have the photo please?"

Ritsuka narrowed his eyes slightly. He noticed Saix seemed to have gotten irritated by that remark. "Then why did he tell me to give the picture to you?"

Ritsuka opens the door all the way for Saix to come in. If Saix decided to enter, either way Ritsuka would keep the door open- just in case. He walked over towards his desk where the picture was resting. This was the one for Vexen.

Ritsuka had placed it in an envelope. His picture with Vexen was pasted on the wall of his bedroom. The one that the window was on. He had quite a few. His newest one being the one he took with Jr that was of the castle they had made together with them in the background.

"Simply because it is convenient to do so. He is hardly in any condition at all to get it himself, after all," he says quite simply, keeping his tone unattatched.

Reluctantly, he steps inside, but no more than a few feet. Briefly, he glances over the photos a bit curiously.

Well. Someone is obsessed, of course. But he makes no remark, and simply waits to receive the photo and leave quickly -- but he pauses, staring at the photo with Vexen.

It's a rarity to see him smile quite like that, even if it's an unsure one. Usually, they are mostly capable of egotistical smirks, or calculating grins. Should they express, it is... not normally pleasant.

It's an odd thing to see on Vexen. He's almost a bit mesmerized.

Ritsuka walked over to Saix. He cocked his head slighty as he watched the man examine the photo of he and Vexen. No condition to do so...Maybe something was wrong with Vexen. Ritsuka hoped he was okay. He was nice to him, after all.

"If you wanted a picture, you could have just asked." Ritsuka said simply. "If you want I can take one of you and Vexen." He showed Saix his camera. Perhaps this man wasn't such an egotiscal fool. Ritsuka was sometimes wrong about people...he was about his friends. They only wanted to look out for him and help him.

"I never said I desired to have a photo," he responds, frowning faintly. "And I certainly don't..."

Saix does pause a moment. He recalls what the academic said before, about creating better memories to replace... the bad ones left behind in him. Much against his own will, perhaps this mansion is the opportunity he needs.

And maybe this must be a step.

"Well. I suppose, if you are so willing, I don't see why not."

Ritsuka gave Saix a small smile. "O-okay," he wasn't expecting Saix to agree to taking a picture with him. Guess Saix changed his mind. He wondered why he had. The man he was talking to before didn't seem to be like the one he was talkig to now.

"Do you want to make a memory, then? It won't mean anything if we just take a picture now." To Ritsuka, pictures were a way to the past. His train of thought was that was as long as he was in the mansion, he wanted to make sure he took enough pictures in order to show everyone when he got home. To remember. He didn't want another episode where he forgot how things were.

If anything, he can take pleasure in the fact that he can keep Ritsuka guessing. After all, Saix does not intend to lose -- and does not intend to give too much away.

"...Make a memory? How do you mean?"

"Well.." he decided he'd talk about his day with Vexen. "See, I thought there might be a carvinal. But there wasn't, just balloons. See there's a balloon in the background. Vexen didn't want one, but even though there wasn't a carnival we still played."

Well, they didn't really play. More like Vexen just stood around and walked with Ritsuka when need be. It still turned out to be a nice day anyway.

"And this," he pointed to the one he took with Jr. "We made a sandcastle. Jr also taught me how to play volleyball. I wanted to take a picture so I wouldn't forget.

That's what a memory is. The picture captures it," He nodded to himself and looked back at Saix.

He thinks about this, frowning faintly.

What does he know that he can do, to make a memory worthwhile? It's not as if he's particularly fond of Ritsuka, but it's best to do as suggested. Make better memories.

He has a soul, he can have that much.

"I don't know if I have anything truly pleasant to share as a memory, with anyone."

He watched him carefully. Did he just frown? He didn't seem like a happy person. Ritsuka had guessed correctly on that. Maybe if he was happier, then he woulnd't be such a jerk to everyone. Maybe he would leave Elphaba and Luxord alone.

"Well you don't share a memory, well you can, but I was talking about making one. We can make a happy memory," Ritsuka suggested. The child in him was beginning to come out again. Being that it was snatched away so quickly from him, it was a nice change from the norm.

"What do you like to do? Maybe you can teach me something you like."

"Mm. What I mean is... it's rather difficult to share what I enjoy."

After all, he doesn't much like to share in the first place.

"I am not... sure if I like to do it. But I suppose I can show you something I learned from someone I knew a very long time ago. You are familiar with the recent tarot readings many have taken on their journals, yes?"

Ritsuka blinked, "...Yea, I ended up getting the Death card," He shifted his weight to one side. He didn't like the outcome of that reading. He had already undergone so many changes. The one change he wanted didn't want to happen. It was as if something or someone was preventing it.

"It is difficult to trust the reading of a mere gadget. Besides that, I suppose my methods are rather... old fashioned. Would you care to see what a true reading is like? I can teach you that."

"Really?" If that reading was wrong, then Ritsuka wanted to know the true answer. "How do you know if the readings are true though?" He was now full of questions. He wanted to learn how to do the readings. Maybe there was a way to ask the cards where Seimei was.

"It depends on you, I suppose. How intense your desire to know your answers. How badly you must find it -- and how much you want to believe. I am simply a guiding point to what you will and must know."

Saix kneels down to the floor. If there are any chairs available, he does not touch them. "Sit. I will explain as we progress. Should you be interested in this lesson, you may perform a reading on me."

Ritsuka listened to Saix. He had gotten so serious now. Maybe he was a professional at this. He obeyed and sat down indian style across from Saix. He looked up at him patiently waiting for direction, his ears perked up. He was excited to see if this worked.

He did have the desire to know the answer to this question. More than anything. He wanted to believe Seimei was alive. He even wanted to believe he might find him in the mansion. He was never going to give up.

"I see you know what you want." According to Ritsuka's attentiveness.

"Divination is a crude course to tell future, present, or history -- that is, to the hand that does not know how to guide but to lie or attempt to match connections. I can explain possible meanings and give you what you want to know, but that is all. The links you require must be found on your own."

He holds out his hand; briefly, a soft moonglow appears, and he calls to himself are... oddly shaped cards. They aren't rectangular, but circles. The edges appear to be worn, suggesting they are well used -- and well aged.

"Have you your question?"

Ritsuka was captivated by how Saix produced the cards. All members of the organization seemed to have some sort of unique ablity, icluding Saix. "Yes. Do I tell it to you or keep it in my mind?"

He hoped for the latter. He didn't want to speak of Seimei when he wasn't inclined to. He also wasn't sure if he wanted Saix to know his business. He already told a few people that he had an older brother and some even his name. Then again, he only told the ones who had met or knew of people who were previously dead who were now walking the mansion.

"That is up to you. It will make no difference to me."

Laying the deck to the floor, he splits them in two piles. He gestures. "Pick one. Take it with your left hand, and spread it before you while keeping the cards face down -- then you may choose your first card."

Ritsuka nodded. He was going to keep this question to himself. Clearing his mind he thought only of the question and cards before him. Where can I find Seimei? He repeated that question over and over again in his mind before doing what Saix told him. Spreading the cards, he chose one at random with his left hand. "Now what do I do?"

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