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[dreadofthegrave]

Rika,

We met at breakfast this morning. Is it okay if we continue that conversation sometime? There's some stuff I'd like to ask you.

-Battler.

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[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Battler? Seriously?

[dreadofthegrave]

You don't have to tell me. I seriously question the taste of the parent who named me this.

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Then give yourself a different name. If you can't come up with one, I'm sure I can.

[dreadofthegrave]

It is pretty... incredible, but it's still my name, right? It's weird enough as it is being called by one fake name. Can't say I could use another one.

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

I'll give you that much. Your name is your name and there is some comfort, a sense of who you are, when you hear someone call you by it. That doesn't mean choosing to go by a different name changes that. You will always know who you are.

[dreadofthegrave]

That's right. Your identity is yours. But what you choose to go by is part of that, isn't it? And anyway, if I had something else to go by, I probably would've picked it up by now. ... Eighteen years is a long time.

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Or maybe you just haven't met the right person to give you another name. Many are gifted with names based upon their acheeve acheivments or station in life. Reputation is earned, even if it might not be completely true.

[strikeout unreadable]

[dreadofthegrave]

Titles, huh...? Well, thanks for the offer I guess, but I'm fine.

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Most titles are laughable when compared to the ones they're given to.

[repeatingfate.livejournal.com]

It's definitely okay! :)

-- Rika

[dreadofthegrave]

Okay, great! Is there any particular time and place I should look for you?

[the writing's not as neat as her usual, but still recognizable.]

[goldenroulette.livejournal.com]

Battler? You're here, too?

-- Beato Beatrice

[dreadofthegrave]

[hesitation marks]

How did You were--

...... We need to talk.

[goldenroulette.livejournal.com]

[hesitation marks of her own.]

What happened -- no, this isn't the place to discuss it. Tonight, then?

[dreadofthegrave]

Yeah. Alright. Do you know where that soccer field is?

[goldenroulette.livejournal.com]

I'm ashamed to admit that I don't.

[dreadofthegrave]

Hmm. What about the Sun Room? it's that big room you have to walk through to get to the cafeteria.

[goldenroulette.livejournal.com]

Very well. I'll see you tonight, then.

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

A friendly suggestion - meet in the hallway outside. Trust me.

[dreadofthegrave]

Ah? Why's that?

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

The Sun Room is a hot spot. Avoid it unless you're looking for trouble or have no other choice.

[dreadofthegrave]

Huh, I see. I'll keep that in mind.