I'm a god, remember? Supernatural stuff isn't gonna throw me for a loop. Anyway, none of that sounds familiar, but it might help if we meet in person. Where are you?
[ He hangs up before Cutter can get another word in...
Yato hops on over to said park in record time. Literally, he hops over in large bounds, from building to building and lamppost to lamppost. Still getting the hang of his weightlessness, he misses a step here and there and tumbles to the ground with a curse and a scrape, but no one seems to find it odd that a man in a tracksuit is occasionally falling from the sky. He may as well be a ghost.
When he reaches the park, he looks for a nice tall tree to perch in until Cutter arrives... if Cutter isn't there already. It's not like he actually really knows what Cutter looks like?? So Yato will just be waiting, people-watching on a slim branch that shouldn't be able to bear the weight of a person his size, the katana sheathed at his hip jutting out behind him. ]
[Wait, what, sword?!? Does every Jack and Jill here have some highly illegal weapons that they can just casually carry around here?!
Cutter ends up debating several minutes whether he really wants to show his face and if telling that person it was just a prank would be wise or reckless. After all he is clearly missing some screws and armed! But in the end he decides on showing up because anything else besides owning his actions wouldn't be very manly (and he'd be worried and looking in the news for anything bad happening there for a while.)
So he ends up 15 minutes late, wearing his favorite ensemble that consists of a pair of black pants, a white tee and a short open black jacket that are both comfortable and serve well making him look less broad shouldered and built that he actually is. His shoulder-long black hair ends up somewhat windswept because he couldn't help but hurry. Once he's made a decision he has a hard time not putting all his energy into seeing it through, unless being patient is the way to go.
But where is Yato? He ends up scanning the area around him several times before checking on his phone if he texted him the right address.]
[ Yato spots a guy scanning the area and figures this is the guy he's waiting for. He doesn't look familiar to Yato, not even through any hallucinomemories. But who knows, maybe a memory will trigger...
Yato hops out of the tree and onto a bit of fencing near Cutter, his balance flawless. ]
§("!?! [Cutter jumps back with a curse that earns him a couple of looks from the other park visitors and a glare from a nanny or two. He takes a moment to glare right back at them, wondering to himself why they are all blaming him and not the guy who just dropped out of the freaking sky!]
Hey!
[Crossing his arms in front of his chest to look tougher, he looks up at him.]
Come down from there! Talking down to people is rude!
[ Yato ignores Cutter's demand... kind of... He compromises by crouching on the fence until he's nearly at Cutter's height. Yato stares at him closely, bright blue eyes boring into Cutter's. ]
Recognize me? 'Cause I've never seen you in my life.
[Cutter frowns up at him, trying to shake the uncomfortable feeling that there really is something that feels familiar with this situation. He can't tell if it's Yato specifically or something in their circumstances as a whole, but he can feel the faintest echoes of a sense of deja-vu knocking on the back of his head.]
........
[He squints hard, accidentally ending up glaring harshly up at Yato with his dark eyes. No, he is pretty sure that he hasn't seen this guy ever before - neither in real nor in one of his memories - but... Piercing eyes. A somewhat hobo black outfit and... a scarf... Wait, shouldn't it be more than one?! Black hair?!]
OH SHIT!!
[He stumbles back with a flinch and ends up coughing because he just chocked on his own spit while keeping himself from blurting out what just crossed his mind.]
.....you- You ever got some longer hair?! Or something like a long light-colored floating scarf or ribbon or something?! Cause if you do...
[He trails off and brushes his shoulder-long black hair back so that it's fully out of his eyes, not quite managing to hide his amused disbelief completely. The urge to burst out laughing is hard to resist because Yato does resemble the teacher-guy he remembers from his hallucimemories, fuck!]
I have a different hairstyle in my memory. The ages between the two of us might be off too. Memory-me is more of the shouty, rowdy sort and I get a feeling he was in the protection-business even though it feels more like it was yelling and fights for the most part. I used my body as a shield.
[ Yato flinches a bit of his own, but keeps crouched on the fence. Staring at Cutter hasn't triggered anything for him the way it's seemed to for Cutter, but sometimes these things take time... He props his cheek on a fist in thought. ]
I might've worn a scarf in my memories. Something was usually around my neck. My hair never felt too long, though...
[ He squints some more at Cutter's face... nope. Still no recognition. ]
Well, I lived for a real long time. And I'm a warrior god, so memory-you sounds like he would've been up my alley. What's your name?
Oh...oh my god... ahahaha, I can't believe it! I seriously can't believe it!
[Okay, the gig is up, Cutter is too busy doubling over and holding his stomach to still play pretend. Wiping some tears out of his eyes he gives Yato a lopsided smile.]
I'm Cutter, or rather Alan Sharpe in this life. Before I got adopted I was Eijirou Kirishima. You look a lot like a teacher in one of my memories if you were ten to twenty years older.
[He grimaces because he now almost feels bad. Still, the resemblance with Aizawa is too funny!]
It wasn't against you, okay? I just got this 'play a prank on an authority figure' square on my bingo sheet and you can't get much more authoritative than a god, right? I always liked my challenges big!
[Not mentioning that he just dialed a number at random here. Making it because Yato is a (self-proclaimed) god should be way nicer, right?]
Besides...
[He trails off and scratches his face.]
You DO look like that person from my memories, who's pretty scary and badass, just so you know. Especially with that frown. And we can't say it's wasted time until we remember more! I've started to get memories of like, 80 percent, of the people I've met through retrospec since I moved here! So it's not that out there either.
[The good mood is gone, and he hates it. He doesn't enjoy or even wants to think about those memories, but if it can help finding some answers... He owes Yato at least that much after using him like that, doesn't he?
Kicking at the dust Cutter shrugs his shoulders, his mouth a thin line.]
I don't. I don't even remember the exact moment it happened, just what that asshole did to my body and that I couldn't act anymore but I could still think and feel and-
[He cuts himself off and takes a deep breath.]
I fucked up big time when it happened. I wanted to help my friends, but it was all so useless-! Even they called me stupid for doing it.
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What else did you remember? Did you see me in person?
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LOOK, I know how that sounds! But there was somebody who could make barriers, and another one who could toss explosions or something!
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[Mutter, mutter, the pout is almost audible.]
Do you know the park close to the Recollé Recreation + Fitness Center in Apprassage? We can meet there.
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[ He hangs up before Cutter can get another word in...
Yato hops on over to said park in record time. Literally, he hops over in large bounds, from building to building and lamppost to lamppost. Still getting the hang of his weightlessness, he misses a step here and there and tumbles to the ground with a curse and a scrape, but no one seems to find it odd that a man in a tracksuit is occasionally falling from the sky. He may as well be a ghost.
When he reaches the park, he looks for a nice tall tree to perch in until Cutter arrives... if Cutter isn't there already. It's not like he actually really knows what Cutter looks like?? So Yato will just be waiting, people-watching on a slim branch that shouldn't be able to bear the weight of a person his size, the katana sheathed at his hip jutting out behind him. ]
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Cutter ends up debating several minutes whether he really wants to show his face and if telling that person it was just a prank would be wise or reckless. After all he is clearly missing some screws and armed! But in the end he decides on showing up because anything else besides owning his actions wouldn't be very manly (and he'd be worried and looking in the news for anything bad happening there for a while.)
So he ends up 15 minutes late, wearing his favorite ensemble that consists of a pair of black pants, a white tee and a short open black jacket that are both comfortable and serve well making him look less broad shouldered and built that he actually is. His shoulder-long black hair ends up somewhat windswept because he couldn't help but hurry. Once he's made a decision he has a hard time not putting all his energy into seeing it through, unless being patient is the way to go.
But where is Yato? He ends up scanning the area around him several times before checking on his phone if he texted him the right address.]
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Yato hops out of the tree and onto a bit of fencing near Cutter, his balance flawless. ]
You the one who called me?
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Hey!
[Crossing his arms in front of his chest to look tougher, he looks up at him.]
Come down from there! Talking down to people is rude!
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Recognize me? 'Cause I've never seen you in my life.
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........
[He squints hard, accidentally ending up glaring harshly up at Yato with his dark eyes. No, he is pretty sure that he hasn't seen this guy ever before - neither in real nor in one of his memories - but... Piercing eyes. A somewhat hobo black outfit and... a scarf... Wait, shouldn't it be more than one?! Black hair?!]
OH SHIT!!
[He stumbles back with a flinch and ends up coughing because he just chocked on his own spit while keeping himself from blurting out what just crossed his mind.]
.....you- You ever got some longer hair?! Or something like a long light-colored floating scarf or ribbon or something?! Cause if you do...
[He trails off and brushes his shoulder-long black hair back so that it's fully out of his eyes, not quite managing to hide his amused disbelief completely. The urge to burst out laughing is hard to resist because Yato does resemble the teacher-guy he remembers from his hallucimemories, fuck!]
I have a different hairstyle in my memory. The ages between the two of us might be off too. Memory-me is more of the shouty, rowdy sort and I get a feeling he was in the protection-business even though it feels more like it was yelling and fights for the most part. I used my body as a shield.
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I might've worn a scarf in my memories. Something was usually around my neck. My hair never felt too long, though...
[ He squints some more at Cutter's face... nope. Still no recognition. ]
Well, I lived for a real long time. And I'm a warrior god, so memory-you sounds like he would've been up my alley. What's your name?
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[Okay, the gig is up, Cutter is too busy doubling over and holding his stomach to still play pretend. Wiping some tears out of his eyes he gives Yato a lopsided smile.]
I'm Cutter, or rather Alan Sharpe in this life. Before I got adopted I was Eijirou Kirishima. You look a lot like a teacher in one of my memories if you were ten to twenty years older.
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[ Why is he laughing. Yato isn't laughing. He gives Cutter a deadass stare. Teaches him to be open-minded, he guesses... ]
And you're wasting my time, why?
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[He grimaces because he now almost feels bad. Still, the resemblance with Aizawa is too funny!]
It wasn't against you, okay? I just got this 'play a prank on an authority figure' square on my bingo sheet and you can't get much more authoritative than a god, right? I always liked my challenges big!
[Not mentioning that he just dialed a number at random here. Making it because Yato is a (self-proclaimed) god should be way nicer, right?]
Besides...
[He trails off and scratches his face.]
You DO look like that person from my memories, who's pretty scary and badass, just so you know. Especially with that frown. And we can't say it's wasted time until we remember more! I've started to get memories of like, 80 percent, of the people I've met through retrospec since I moved here! So it's not that out there either.
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You didn't even know I was a god when you called!
[ NOT BUYING IT, SIR. ]
It's definitely wasted time! My face never got older than this in my memories, even after centuries! Were you a ghost? A customer??
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[He thinks for a moment and then shakes his head.]
Sorry, my memories are still really fractured.
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[ He wasn't expecting an affirmative, to be honest. ]
Do you remember anything after you died?
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[The good mood is gone, and he hates it. He doesn't enjoy or even wants to think about those memories, but if it can help finding some answers... He owes Yato at least that much after using him like that, doesn't he?
Kicking at the dust Cutter shrugs his shoulders, his mouth a thin line.]
I don't. I don't even remember the exact moment it happened, just what that asshole did to my body and that I couldn't act anymore but I could still think and feel and-
[He cuts himself off and takes a deep breath.]
I fucked up big time when it happened. I wanted to help my friends, but it was all so useless-! Even they called me stupid for doing it.