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[...Well, this was a little unexpected. Kazuma finds himself standing at the center of the village plaza later on this evening, pretty much having the same pose as the icon, although in new feather garbs. He looks at his surroundings. There was something vaguely familiar about the village, and this pain behind his back...like a dream he once had long ago. Slowly it comes back to him.

He chuckles quietly upon realizing where he was. This was a joke, right? Oh, but of course Luceti was always good at causing interruptions for everyone wasn't it? He sighs, no point in questioning it. He should just go and find his clothes.

As he walks to the clothing store, he realized how quiet it was. Not that the village was quiet in the least, it's his head. It was almost unsettling how quiet it was in his head right now. Terumi would surely have a say or two right now but...nothing.]

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[Kazuma can be found at the clothing store after his return wearing not his old clothes, but the uniform Hazama wore in the NOL. Odd. Yet Kazuma didn't find anything strange about it at all, like this was totally what he has always worn. What he found strange was that he couldn't find his journal. Didn't new feathers usually get them upon arrival?

He'll be checking the various stores, the item and weapon shops afterwards for his things before concluding his journal wasn't here. It couldn't still be at the old House was it? Ugh, he's not sure if he wanted a reunion, but the journal is kind of vital in this place. Maybe he can sneak into House 48 without anyone noticing. So he can be seen walking down the path towards House 48 from the plaza.

Once there, he'll be as quiet as possible getting in and getting out with his things...damn that front door sure makes an awful loud creaking sound and this house--this house stinks like cat. Ugh.]

[OOC: The Malnosso have messed around with Kazuma's head and a few other things, so this is who he believes to be right now. Though he doesn't share the headspace with Terumi in Luceti. This is lasting for a week.]

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[That kick rolls Ragna over, him having trouble in getting to his feet thanks to half his body not responding like it should.]

Dammit... You've done... [Nothing, technically. But the idea that Kazuma is Hazama is driving him into a blind fury.] Shut up!

[He just laughs]

Is that really your answer? Then again, you know it's true. Oh and this little show, sorry but it just feels so nice to have the upperhand for once.

[He's slowly getting up. Slowly, but surely. And that fire of rage is still burning in his chest, more than enough make him put up a fight if Hazama -- no, Kazuma was still around in a few minutes.]

... Don't you ever shut up?

[He's not the least bit scared that Ragna might try something the moment he gets up.]

No. Why, not enough action for a brawler like you? [Let's settle this with a Smash Bros. Brawl match!]

[He's up to his knees, slowly pushing his way up to a kind of exhausted position. Something close to standing, but not quite. As much as he hated Hazama and Kazuma right now, the rage fueling his every action and giving him the energy he needed to do this, he also felt dizzy and weak. A side-effect of being so dependent on the Azure for everything, he imagined.

Fuck.] Maybe because your voice is just as grating as nails on a chalkboard!

I can't help how fabulous my voice sounds. Or do you prefer... [He takes his hat off and speaks more softly]

That I speak like this...?

[Ragna looks absolutely exhausted, but he also looks pissed. Almost like he's... well, constipated.]

You son of a bitch... I'll end you...

[Sighs.] There you go again. And here I was, thinking about lending you a hand, but if you're going to keep acting like that...

How about you just get the hell outta here!? [That'll suit both of them, right? Ragna doesn't want to look at his face or hear his voice, and Hazama is just... bleh.]

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