#(TYLFran05)

[queenharumiura]

(I replied to everything, so that means I can tack more things onto the list) [x] @dyingresolve

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For the most part, Haru was usually paired off with an intelligence officer on reconnaissance missions to collect intel to take back to the Varia. She could go on the offensive, if need be, or ensure that the intelligence officer if no one else could safely get out of danger. It would be disastrous if the intelligence officers were to land in enemy hands. There was the addendum of, ‘if they do anything fishy, get rid of them.’

Sometimes, that was the risk you had to take with intelligence officers, that they may jump ship, or that they may be spies in for the long haul. Well, she’s never run across that issue- and she hadn’t heard of it ever being one, but she could understand the need to be wary. Every now and again, she’d be assigned on other missions, possibly as a way to test if she remained sharp. Just a personal theory of hers, really.

Really, it boiled down to: she was used to protecting others. She already had the tendency to be worried about losing someone else in her life, so it was no surprise when the flame type she had the highest affinity with was the lightning. One could say Haru was sensitive to the concept of 'goodbyes' and she'd be particularly sensitive if she had to bid farewell to someone she'd gotten close to. Heck, she almost took offense to Fran getting hurt in her stead, considering she’d already lost 3 people in her life because their concern for her. Fran being injured because he covered for her triggered a nasty sort of temper in her, but it was hard to retain all that anger when a young man is dramatically whining about pain.

Pinching her nose bridge, she heaves a heavy sigh, fighting the urge to pinch his cheeks and stretch. Right, she can get mad at him again after they returned to base. “Why are you thanking me when you’re the one who’s hurt?” She said nothing about dialing back the sass, just the anger. “Come on, put pressure on your wound to help staunch the bleeding for now.” In times like these, she truly wonders why she didn’t try to work harder to gain an affinity with the Sun flames. It sure would’ve come in handy at a time like this. “Thanks for covering me, but don’t do it again. The Varia can’t lose you.”

“Alright, get up. Oh- maybe it’s sooooo painful, you need me to princess carry you back to base?” You don't think she'd do it? She would.

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That smile of his almost grated on her nerves as she felt like he was probably mocking her- it’s an ingrained response from interacting with 99.9% of the members in the Varia. Blame Belphegor for Haru’s association with smiles and the desire to smack the smile off their face.  

Seeing as he’s already in pain because he covered her, she abates her fist—for now, letting it drop to her side. She can always put a raincheck on a righteous fist and smack him another time, on a day he actually deserves it- which will probably be soon, knowing him. She had a running theory in her mind that he had a checklist in his head and one of the boxes to tick off reads: ‘piss someone off’.

“The information in my brain can easily be sourced with the information officer I was working with at the time.” Of course, assuming that they were still alive. It wasn’t often that they lost their information officers, but it does happen… unfortunately. “I’m mostly there to make sure they come back safely” or get rid of them if she for whatever reason is led to believe that they may defect and sell the information to the enemy. She luckily hasn’t had to do so yet, but she’s always ready to have to enact on that secondary job function of hers. “Thanks all the same.” She’s assuming he said that as a ways to say that he thought she was important, somehow. “Someone has to keep you and Ouji-sama in check sometimes.” Through pure sass and sarcasm alone.

Haru bursting pride bubbles since day 1.

Haru laughs at him, seeing how quickly he changes his attitude. It’s good that he didn’t try to call her bluff, because she really would pick him up and walk all the way back to the base. If Belphegor were there to see it? He would never let Fran live that down. The chance of the Prince coming across the sight was high… if Haru manages to sneak her phone out and type a message on her phone- anyways. It was really how the dynamic of the trio went, to see who could piss off the others the most and still get away with it with their lives intact.

“Alright, let’s go. You can use my shoulder as support if you need it.” They did have a little bit of a height difference and she inwardly wonders if that would hurt him more to bend over for support. “We’ve finished the mission, so we can leave the rest to the others. Let’s get you to the infirmary.” She’s already given the signal that the mission was over so someone else may arrive on scene to clean up the messes and make it seem as though nothing had happened. Business as usual.

Speaking of business usual, she wanted to get out of this get up as soon as she could.

He only bothers to put in some effort into his theatrics as he whines about the pain, it's not as terrible as it seems, really and in fact, it doesn't even look as bad ( especially not if he could simply hide it with an illusion, too, but he doesn't this time ). Fran does glance at Haru to catch her reaction, mostly out of curiosity as it's rare for either of them to truly be injured and he only ever remembers how his grandmother reacted to such. His time with his Master and his lackeys as Fran likes to call them, were spent rather differently after all.

There's almost a smile slipping through at her question, but that is the closest to a reaction Haru receives as he is not going to explain the reason for his gratefulness, doesn't care to admit to it and very likely boost her ego up unnecessarily. He does stop pretending the pain is too much when she tells him to stop covering her. It had been the first time for him to do so and truthfully, Fran hadn't really thought much when he did - it simply felt right to cover her.

For no matter how long he has left with the Varia, he would loath to see her hurt or worse. And if he could prevent that, then that's what he was going to do.

"Ehhh, but we can't lose you either, Haru. What'd happen with all the information in your tiny brain? Can't take that to the grave with you, you know?" Commonly it is the knowledge possessed by intelligence officers which are the true worth of said person. It's their job to gather information after all - information which undoubtedly help the group of assassins triumph over their targets.

It is the woman's next taunt which has the illusionist stare in disbelief. For some reason, Fran actually believes that she has the strength needed to carry him all the way back to base: one should never underestimate her when she's so determined ( or whenever someone eats her cake ).

"Ah, what's this!? Suddenly I'm feeling all better again!" Only half a lie, seeing how he didn't feel as terrible as he pretended to be, but the pain is still present. Fran puts pressure onto his wound before straightening once more to step close to the other. "Let's go back, Haru-senpai. I am truly in pain, you know?" He doesn't like the idea of Lussuria healing his wounds, but it's still better than suffering through the normal and much slower healing process.

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Haru rolled her eyes and was about to retort until he made the very valid point about her destroying someone over cake—which… may or may not have happened in the past. Mumbling under her breath, she has to acquiesce that he beat her this time (as if he didn’t usually out talk her somehow on the usual. Tsk.

“As long as no cake-thieves are around, I’m not any more a threat than a kitten. Ouji-sama is the real hassle to deal with, and you’re the one who instigates him the most.” She’s casually not going to comment that she’s probably the 2nd most likely person who instigate the Prince. Not usually on purpose, but sometimes by accident because she doesn’t have much of a filter when she speaks her mind. (Whoops!)

“True, if they can’t survive my assault, then they weren’t worth it. Especially because she wasn’t the sort who was out for blood over some cake. Do you know how much paperwork she’d have to fill if she killed someone over cake? She’s not Belphegor who killed off the majority of his unit and therefore had to mostly work solo. What a contrast between him and Levi, who actually seemed to care for his unit.

Suddenly, she felt a strong urge to just… start… dragging… her feet. “Hm… really? Slooooow-senpai, am I…?” She started moving at a turtles pace, just trolling him. He should know that Haru always responded to taunts and mockery with her own taunting and teasing. With one snort, she goes back to moving at a regular pace. “Alright alright, let’s get you checked out. Can’t have our youngest dying of blood loss. I’ll never hear the end of the nagging.” She’ll have to kiss goodbye to her hearing.

"At this pace it should only take like... hm... 20 minutes? You think you can hold out?" She is going to try carrying you and embarrass the shit out of you if you say no.

The response is not surprising, even if they both know that the average intelligence officer won't know half of the things Haru does throughout the years of her service with the Varia. Not to mention that the few who are still alive and with the group have always been the minority. It's too enticing after all, to simply sell the information from the infamous Varia, even if the salary is decent, the condition sometimes can be quite exhausting.

Despite his unchanging demeanour, softness spreads through his chest at her remark. He has long since stopped trying to figure out since when he started seeing her as a sibling; much like one you never knew you wanted in your life, but surprised you with their existence all the same. Compared to the summers spent alone during his childhood, his time with them has been much more fun and exciting.

"Ah, I believe you meant it the other way around, Haru-senpai. Someone's gotta keep you and the degenerate prince in check. Who knows what's gonna happen if not? You might just kill someone over some cake." Which is not something that hasn't happened before--almost. If said cake thief had been a random member and not one of the two closest to her, done out of the sheer want of annoying Haru. "Though I suppose they deserver to die if they can't even survive your assault."

A few steps are taken before her next suggestion and Fran halts, staring at her dumbfounded. "Ehhh, no way. Leaning down to your level would be more bothersome." Perhaps a childish tantrum, the illusionist continues without another explanation. "Hurry up, Slow-Senpai, didn't you want to get me to the infirmary? At this pace I might die of blood loss first."