The Memoryless King.

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Who: Reisi and OTHERS.
When: Varies, but mostly August (IC time).
Where: Varies.
What: Varies.

• Reisi and Mikoto, Obon (aftermath).
  
• Reisi and Shun, some night shortly after Obon?

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[Even before the Sword made its appearance that night, Reisi felt Suoh’s presence the same way he usually does: through the destructive power that matches his own. But until now, it’s always been something just beneath the surface. Feeling the power increasing deeply concerns Reisi, and seeing the Red Sword is equally disquieting, especially in its condition.

The Sword’s presence makes him feel like responding with his own, which seems like a completely irrational and dangerous idea... while he could even think, that is. Because once it’s there, hovering in the sky, Reisi finds himself completely incapable of thinking about their powers, the Swords, or anything related to that without feeling a revolting wave of sickness unlike any he’s ever felt before.

So rather than responding to the Sword or trying to find answers, Reisi throws himself into assisting others as best he can.

It’s only after Suoh withdraws his power that Reisi seeks him out for discussion.]

As you might already know, we need to talk, Suoh.

[Reisi’s expression is much like from that night he’s forgotten, when he told Suoh to leave the school, to allow him to handle Tatara’s killer, and to step down as a King. The night that he tried to reason with Suoh to save his life.]

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[Shortly after Obon, Reisi finally decides to properly relax at home in Nekhbet's temple. Instead of staying up in his uniform from home, he's dressed in a simple yukata as he dumps some puzzle pieces onto the floor and then seats himself seizei beside the pile.

For a brief moment, he closes his eyes before picking up a single piece and holding it out in front of his face, then carefully placing it down. He does the same with another piece, only it's completely unrelated to the first piece and so goes down in another place. To anyone else, it might look like he's just randomly putting the pieces down, but even without having done the puzzle before, he knows where the pieces should go. This becomes more obvious as he picks up the pace, quickly placing pieces down one by one, smaller clusters coming together to form an image.

There's some movement nearby, but Reisi isn't especially worried.]

Good evening, Kurosaki-san.

[Maintaining perfect posture, he glances up at his god.]

How are you this evening?