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[The proposed plan is a campfire. Keith arrives early to make sure that they have at least enough woods to get them through a story or two, clearing a space not far from the well for them to have their campfire, tell their stories. Keith doesn't light the fire, since Shouto had said he could manage that. He's only got it prepped. It's still light out, but the fire will help with warmth.

And ambiance? Perhaps? Keith isn't sure. He's not exactly thrilled at the idea of dancing to this #FFFFFF's tune, but if the reward really will reveal the words missing from the pages in the books that Dave and he found... then maybe it's worth it. This time. At least it doesn't venturing back into the woods yet again.

Once everything is prepped, he settles down to wait for Yuuya and Shouto.]

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[Shouto's there soon enough. He doesn't enjoy being late for things and so he's five minutes earlier than the planned meeting time.]

So we really are having the campfire.

[He was wondering if that was just something that people said. But he'll put his right hand in the wood and light it right up. No big deal or anything.]

[While there are two punctual people, Yuuya makes a point of being punctual... to a point. In that he only saunters out (or, well, as much as a pigeon can saunter, there's a certain amount of head-bobbing that has to happen) when it's exactly the described time.]

Of course we're having a campfire! Ah, look, and it even has a natural glow to it! [since Shouto made it, orange and red flicker on the grayscale ground around them. It's both natural and unnatural in a way he can appreciate.]

I considered looking for marshmallows but who wants to take the gamble on whether or not they'd actually have taste? This is good enough for now.

[He settles down by the fire and ruffles his feathers ever so slightly. If there was any doubt in Shouto's description of him as a large, talking pigeon, well... here he is. A large, talking pigeon.]

Yeah, doubt we'd have much luck with marshmallows. But the fire is nice.

[Like, legitimately nice. Warm and the soft glow is reassuring. Keith drops to a seat, cross-legged, hands on either knee as he looks between Shouto and. Yup. That's a pigeon. Why not. He's met stranger aliens right?

Right. Let's go with that.]

So... how do we start this?

[Shouto takes a seat across from Keith, a little closer to the fire and stares into it for a moment.]

... We're supposed to share stories, I guess? Something like that.

You want a recent story or an old one?

[He'll gladly take someone's offer to talk first. There was still so much to be unsure about when it came to their request for a "story." It would be just as interesting to see what interpretation came to people's minds first as whether or not it worked.]

Whichever one's juiciest! [he chimes in, helpfully]

Or, rather, it should be an interesting story, shouldn't it? We might as well entertain ourselves while accomplishing whatever Mr. or Ms. Hashtag-Eff wants from us.

I think whatever you feel like telling should be fine. I hope.

[...Keith has no idea where to even start on his turn, so he really appreciates Shouto starting it off. That will hopefully make it easier for him to sort it out in his head anyway.]

...though I guess an interesting one is probably best. To listen to and to tell. Right?

[ He tilts his head and stares into the fire for a moment. Something interesting... He's already told Vriska about his family situation but that's a sad way to start.

His voice goes softer and stays that way. ]

When I was growing up I rejected half of my power. My fire. It was too much like someone I hated so I wanted nothing to do with it.

This year I told somebody all of the reasons I didn't want to use it. I took him everything. About how my father pushed me and how it drove my mother to the breaking point.

That guy was a classmate. We were scheduled to fight each other during the tournament. I wanted to tell him why I wasn't going to use my fire during our fight.

But instead of just accepting that he kept pushing me to use it. For the first time in years he made me realize that this fire was my power.

It didn't matter where it came from it was mine.

Even though he wanted to win just as much as I did he couldn't stop himself from helping me too. He's a real hero. I'm... grateful to have him in my life.

[You know, that's one of those stories where if the pronouns were swapped out, Yuuya would immediately accuse him of having a crush. If he knew Shouto better, he might still do it.]

You know, just the fact you can make that fire out of nowhere is plenty interesting to me... [But that's just how it was. That was something normal in his world as much as being a giant pigeon was normal in his. So, rather than something about the fire itself (mundane, to him) it was an individual that was interesting. It's not like he was feeling like poking and prodding a whole other story out of him.]

Anyways, I get it. A hero. [He doesn't Get It in the sense of U.A. and the profession, but he gets it.] I suppose I've got someone like that I could talk about. He'd be very grumpy to hear it, though!

[So Keith is listening, entirely interested in the story. It feels familiar to him, even if the details are different. The general meaning of it, yeah. He get that.

Almost a smile, and he nods.]

That means a lot, right? When you find someone who helps you be a better version of yourself.

[Fighting off the homesickness, Keith turns to Yuuya.]

I guess it sounds like you're ready for your turn then?

[ Shouto's soft little smile stays exactly where it is as he nods. ]

Yeah... It's good to meet people like that.

[ Now his features go back to their usual stoic look. ]

The floor is yours.

[A better version of himself... hm. He's not sure what sort of reaction he'd get if if told that to him. When Yuuya starts telling his story, his wings are very animated, making gestures to emphasize his points,]

When I was rather young, I wasn't as Sexy and Suave as I am today. I was a little lost, let's say. Too much in front of me to do and not an idea of where to start. I got paired up with this older bird to do some specific work... and, well, he was rather intimidating looking to my young, chick self! I spent most of our first months working together constantly expecting him to catch me doing something wrong or chide me for slacking off. [He wasn't, of course, he was working his hardest. It's normal to feel like one's hardest isn't enough, though, especially in a dangerous line of work. And it certainly matches how he acts here a lot more to say he was slacking off. He's sure the people he's met here could picture it like that.]

... I can't remember him ever yelling at me, though. Correcting me? Tons of times! Telling me to be a little more serious? Of course! ... but he never had to raise his voice to do it, you know?

He truly is Bright and Massive. Not showy [like himself], that's just how it was... like how you wouldn't call the sun showy, just for doing its job. [And even if watching after Yuuya was just his job, he was grateful.]

[Well. If Keith weren't missing Shiro after the first story (he was) he is now (he is, even more). Keith nods his agreement at what Yuuya has to say though.]

Yeah. It sounds like he was really a mentor for you.

[That's really good, yeah. And now that makes it Keith's turn, and he finds himself hesitating. He shouldn't, but he's not actually good at sharing... especially with what their stories have brought to mind for his own contribution.] I guess that makes it my go, huh?

[Damn it. A flaw in the plan. But no okay he can do this.]

--> Shouto, Yuuya, & Keith

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--> Lupin, Yusuke, & Keith

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