tampered | log; ongoing ; closed

When; May 31, early morning
Rating; PG
Characters; Emil Castagnier [

emiltastic ] & Leon Magnus [

roseofseingald ]
Summary; Early morning meeting.
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The spot wasn't that hard to find. Even if it had been a very long while, Emil still remembered the twists and turns that would lead to it. It wasn't easy to forget about it either, not when he'd spent a few months hurrying towards the place every morning, whenever he could, to be able to practice, and be trained, by Leon. It was kind of daunting, especially when faced with the prospect of meeting with Leon there. There was that chance that Leon wasn't there too, but at least he was sure that the dark-haired swordsman was still around. He, probably, didn't really need a reason to actually be taught by the young man anymore but he knew that he'd never actually thanked him for trying to anyway. Besides, he considered Leon a friend... even if the other him probably hated the guy.

He shook his head: he was going to do it today. He was going to thank Leon personally and then... He'll think about what to do next later. What's important was that he was still in control now. With Marta around it was easier to come out, but he wondered if ever that would change? After all, all things considered, even if he was resolved to believe in his existence, the bottomline was that he came after Ratatosk.

Nevermind that, he thought with an apologetic smile that was really for himself only. He was getting close to where he hoped Leon would be anyway...

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Leon was always out in the early morning. Whether it was just working out on his own or training with Yuri, he was there. And he was exactly where he used to train Emil - it wasn't that he particularly liked the spot, but more that it was convenient. On open clearing without too many trees to get in the way of training, but enough coverage if he needed to conceal himself for any reason.

He was just landing back on the ground after the final flourish of Dragon Glare when he got the feeling that someone was coming. He straightened, eyes combing over the outskirts of the trees as he sheathed his weapons, waiting for whoever was bound to come through the wooded area. It wouldn't be the first time someone had come through the clearing during his training hours, though it was rare when so early in the morning.

Leon was there and Emil ended letting out a little sigh of relief before quickening his pace. When he got close enough to be well-within the dark-haired swordsman's range, he found himself tongue tied suddenly, or close to it. It was as if he was back from a few months ago again, even if Emil was now more confident than he was and so much had changed since then. Maybe it was because he hadn't exactly been around his friends like this in a while, and if he had been (and that was a no, to his knowledge ) he was probably not the one in control then.

He started with the easiest way he thought he could, "Ah... Good Morning." He lifted a hand to scratch the back of his head, a habit of his when he was embarrassed.

Leon eyed him warily, folding his arms over his chest. He wasn't expecting his morning training to be interrupted like this. Usually he only needed to take a few moments break while others passed through before returning to his routine. But if Emil was here, well... It probably meant he wouldn't be training anymore. At least it wasn't that other personality of his.

"What are you doing here?"

Emil opened his mouth, looked away and then closed his mouth again. He cleared his throat and walked closer.

"I was just... " He tried to smile. It wasn't exactly easy with Leon giving him that look. "I was wondering if you were going to be here..."

Did that come out right? Emil hoped so!

"Well, I am. What do you want?"

Leon had to be wary around Emil as of late - that other personality of his came out a lot more lately despite how much he'd tried to train Emil so he wouldn't have to rely on his Ratatosk mode, or whatever he called it. Honestly, it irritated Leon a little to know that all he'd worked for was pretty much useless ever since Emil had come back to the City. Beyond that, he was mad in general about a lot of things. About returning dead and still not knowing how, about how much he tried to research the City but couldn't find anything new that might make sense of his situation. He was tired of being stuck here.

Leon didn't look like he was in a good mood. All things considered, it wasn't like it was often that Leon seemed like he was in a good mood. Despite that, Emil knew he couldn't just leave and try meeting up with Leon some other time. Things were different now that there was that constant threat of simply...ceasing to exist. He wasn't sure if Verius' protection extended here in the City too.

"I-" He took a deep breath. "I just wanted to thank you- for... for everything. For training me... I guess it doesn't look like it worked, huh? But... it really helped me."

He found himself scratching the back of his head again. "So, uh... thanks."

"If you can fight better now at all, then it wasn't a total waste. Though the point was still missed since that other personality of yours seems to come out more often these days."

Leon sad down on a nearby rock, arms folded over his chest as he eye Emil warily again.

"Why did you come here? Just to tell me thank you? It's not necessary."

Leon's sharp tone was certainly intimidating, but Emil knew that that was just the way he was. He didn't mean to sound mean and curt, and in the end, Leon was the one kind enough to train the helpless him from back then.

"Um. Yeah- Just to thank you, really. And I haven't had a chance to see my friends lately..." He smiled. "I'm glad I was able to go back and see everyone else again."

"Maybe you should try harder to keep him at bay, then."

Leon figured that at this point wasn't much of a choice for Emil, but it didn't mean he wasn't going to suggest it anyway. But he had no idea what kind things Emil had to face in his own world, nor did he feel the need to pry into any of it.

It would have been easy to reason out that he didn't really have much choice anymore, that it was hard because, at the end of it all, he was the secondary personality. He could dissolve into self-pity again, talk about being a fake personality, something Ratatosk created to escape his pursuers. Emil didn't do all that though, and instead he smiled apologetically.

"Mm. I'll try harder."

He wanted to ask about what Ratatosk had been doing. The Summon Spirit had been incensed when Emil's plans became clear to him. That had certainly led to the Spirit refusing to let him come out for a long period of time, but what else?

He decided not to, though, after a moment, and instead moved to unsheathe his weapon.

"Um- So... do you want to test my skills? I've gotten pretty good." He laughed lightly, "Though, I guess, I kind of cheated..."

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