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maskormenacelogs2015-09-01 12:56 am
iamtetsuo) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-09-01 12:56 am
What's the difference between self discovery and self destruction
WHO: Tetsuo Shima and YOU
WHERE: Any city; just place it in the subject line or mention it in a thread. He'll be doing a lot of roaming around.
WHEN: Month of September
WHAT: Catchall open log for chaos or general activities - Tetsuo's been unleashed on America and intends to play garrys mod with it. If you wanted an excuse to fight an out of control psychokinetic, here it is
WARNINGS: General villainy (property damage, violence, possible drug use mentions, theft...) and potentially interrupting Kanedas at the end of threads
[It's a brand new month, and a brand new start; and with it comes so many brand new ways to find trouble.
You can expect to find Tetsuo engaged in normal shenanigans, like any ordinary sixteen year old. Things like threatening natives! Causing accidents or generally ignoring all traffic laws! Raiding drug stores! Hanging around on park benches or generally wandering aimlessly! Suffering from extreme migraines! All this and more in your hometown!
He's taken his motorcycle and psychic powers and hit the streets of America on a quest for ... you know what, we just don't know. The good news is, beyond checking churches for Crane, and making sure that his (glove-covered) wrist could say CRIMINAL from here until forever, he doesn't seem to have any set goals in mind on what to do. All that's clear is he can do what he wants, and he's not taking no for an answer to anything.
Feel free to fight him, talk to him, join in, what have you -- you're free to stop him but he's going to either run at the end if it's clear he can't win, or get you out of the way somehow. If you'd like to change this, talk with me and we can work something out.
I'll throw starters out on request, but please feel free to make your own. If you'd like to fight, check out his permissions first, but this is a general invitation to fight without any preamble or excuses.]
WHERE: Any city; just place it in the subject line or mention it in a thread. He'll be doing a lot of roaming around.
WHEN: Month of September
WHAT: Catchall open log for chaos or general activities - Tetsuo's been unleashed on America and intends to play garrys mod with it. If you wanted an excuse to fight an out of control psychokinetic, here it is
WARNINGS: General villainy (property damage, violence, possible drug use mentions, theft...) and potentially interrupting Kanedas at the end of threads
[It's a brand new month, and a brand new start; and with it comes so many brand new ways to find trouble.
You can expect to find Tetsuo engaged in normal shenanigans, like any ordinary sixteen year old. Things like threatening natives! Causing accidents or generally ignoring all traffic laws! Raiding drug stores! Hanging around on park benches or generally wandering aimlessly! Suffering from extreme migraines! All this and more in your hometown!
He's taken his motorcycle and psychic powers and hit the streets of America on a quest for ... you know what, we just don't know. The good news is, beyond checking churches for Crane, and making sure that his (glove-covered) wrist could say CRIMINAL from here until forever, he doesn't seem to have any set goals in mind on what to do. All that's clear is he can do what he wants, and he's not taking no for an answer to anything.
Feel free to fight him, talk to him, join in, what have you -- you're free to stop him but he's going to either run at the end if it's clear he can't win, or get you out of the way somehow. If you'd like to change this, talk with me and we can work something out.
I'll throw starters out on request, but please feel free to make your own. If you'd like to fight, check out his permissions first, but this is a general invitation to fight without any preamble or excuses.]
Nonah somewhere
[If Bull reads him right, this kid is just a walking mess of anger issues. Anger, distrust, paranoia... he's not sure what the hell happened to this one, but it sure as hell wasn't anything good. Especially if what Kaneda told him earlier held any water. This isn't someone who should be out and roaming without tabs kept on them.]
[So he's started taking the long way too and from work. Always a different route. Sometimes longer than other times. Always alert, even if he might not look it.]
[Tonight, it seems like this system is going to pay off. There's a roaring engine. Like the one Kaneda has, in a way -- motorcycle. And the Iron Bull goes still, turning his head toward the sound from where he's idly appearing to window shop in front of a closed store.]
[... this better be the kid.]
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Tetsuo comes tearing around the corner, trying to take a turn way faster than is recommended and ends up drifting part of it almost into a store window before he gets control over his bike again. Totally intentional. Nothing to see here.
Not like it matters; he's got some extra help if he really needs it. A few fun tricks.
Bull better react fast; Tetsuo doesn't seem inclined to stop. He's too busy going wherever it is he thinks he's going today.]
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[This won't be fun. But it's either do it, or let the kid get away, and have to tell Kaneda what happened.]
[So he drops what he's carrying. Lowers a shoulder, and steps into the road. Right in the path of the motorcycle. Hands outstretched to grasp the bike's handlebars. This is going to hurt. He's going to have to explain what happened to everyone later, but...]
[But for now, the Iron Bull is going to stop that stupid motorcycle.]
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But this is the second goddamn time someone's ended up in the middle of the road when he's doing this, and the second time there's no time to stop. No time to really think. He'll reflect back on this later, kicking himself on why the hell he didn't just use his powers in any way, but the truth is, for a second... he's back on that highway, back in Neo Tokyo. Seeing that kid suddenly lit up in his headlights...
And that second, even though it seems to stretch on forever, was the only chance he had to do a damn thing. Only then is there a split second realization of what the fuck - that's Bull?!
Tetsuo screams, trying to swerve to avoid, but by the time the bike would turn, he's already made impact. A motorcycle isn't as crash-proof as a car is; hit something, and the driver's liable to spill out easily. It's a miracle Tetsuo stays attached to the motorcycle as it is, but he's jerked painfully forward.
There's a case to be made that Tetsuo probably should be wearing a helmet.
Not like he'd ever listen if he's still riding like this, but there's definitely a case to be made.]
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[But bones crunch. Ribs, probably. If he hadn't had a grip on the handlebars, he'd have been knocked backward, off his feet. The world goes white for a second, before the Iron Bull clenches his teeth and shoves the pain aside with a bellow and curse of effort, his feet sliding back across the ground.]
[... the bike probably suffers worse than he does. The equivalent of a car smashing headlong into a moose. If he hadn't been in this weird city, granted these weird powers, this would have ended a lot more poorly.]
[And if he hadn't held on at just the right angle, bent down just the right amount, Tetsuo probably would have gone and become a sidewalk pancake. Instead, when the kid flies forward, Bull's torso is right in his path.]
[Not exactly a helmet, but not rock-hard pavement either.]
[All through the impact, the shouting and screaming of metal and bone, the Iron Bull stays planted firmly where he stood.]
[Like hell is he letting go, letting this idiot get away. No way. He will drag this little asshole back by the ear if he has to.]
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The windshield digs deep against his collarbone before he feels something give with a resounding crack - whether it's him, or the windshield, or both he can't tell. His leg gets caught on something somewhere; he's vaguely aware his of motorcycle's front wheel folding in, wrenching to the side. Something - the engine casing? Or bits of fairing? Dash? - shoves up sharply against his gut as the bike crunches under the strain of fighting against an immovable force from close to top speed. The engine sputters, then dies.
Everything is over in seconds.
The only way Tetsuo knows for sure he's still alive is that he's pretty certain being dead doesn't hurt like this. Son of a bitch.]
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[... whatever weird magic crap this place dumped on him, it's helping now.]
[Everything goes quiet. The kid is breathing. He can hear that. Good. It'd feel really shitty if he ended up killing the guy. Best to get both of them home. Someone's got healing magic back there. Maybe even this new version of the Inquisitor, if need be.]
[He kicks a leg forward, bracing the wreck of the bike long enough to gingerly move to extract Tetsuo from the seat. The shoulder he took the brunt of he impact on screams as he tries to move it, but Bull forges on.]
[If Tetsuo doesn't protest, he'll find himself in the Qunari's version of a fireman's carry. On their way home.]
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Breathing is difficult, every intake accompanied by a flaring hot protest in his chest somewhere. Tetsuo grits his teeth, sucking air in against the strange wet pressure anyway, trying to get enough composure to say something, anything.]
You.. bastard...
[Yeah, that'll show him.]
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[Sort of. But not important right now.]
[Now, he's going to focus on limping off the street, carrying the angry limp teenager. Everything hurts. This possibly was not his best plan. But he hadn't seen a better solution. And he promised Kaneda he'd help. He remembered that grudging word of thanks...]
[He won't let it down.]
What you get for running off for bullshit reasons, kid.
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How can you possibly... understand what - ngh...
[What my reasons are, he wants to say. Give him a bit, he'll get the rest of that sentence out, or just work out where he's going with that and spare him the effort.]
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[Experience would dictate it's unlikely Tetsuo is going to remember much of this conversation anyway. Unless he's the Cole kind of weirdo. Then it might be A Thing.]
[Bull isn't terribly concerned, though. Not now. Walking is the biggest concern.]
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One minute they're on that street, the next ... without any warning, they're on a completely different one. It takes Tetsuo a second to realize he must have blacked out for a bit. Huh.]
Where...?
[Where are they going, anyway? The only answer Tetsuo's mind can provide is 'forward'.]
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[A simple answer for a simple question, as Bull continues planting one foot in front of the other. Stubborn as the animal he takes his name from.]
Where your ass should have been days ago. You're grounded.
[Whatever that means.]
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[Don't ask Tetsuo what that means. That's a new one on him, too.
Tetsuo doesn't say much more after that, though, focusing mostly on breathing and the fact that every step Bull takes sends shooting sparks of pain up his spine and chest.
If he were thinking clearly - or if he remembered this exchange later, which he won't - he'd question why he knew what Bull meant by 'home' in the first place. Or why Bull was taking him anywhere, let alone back there... But those are all questions for a different time. For the moment, he's too out of it to do more than regard most of this as things that are happening.]
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[It's said far more patronizing than anything. But he really, really doubts the kid is going to remember any of this.]
[He'll keep on walking. He's in better shape than the kid, and therefore, it falls to him to get where they need to go. Like any good leader. Any good...]
[... responsible adult party. Yeah. That sounds better in his head. Way better. Enough to where he won't have to dwell on it as hey start to head up the driveway.]
After Bull's network post
But there was still something else. Something Kaneda had to check for himself--as someone who'd lived in Neo Tokyo for as long as he did. He knew how to survive, and by default, Tetsuo did too. Once Bull's injuries had become the main concern, Charlie sitting down to heal him, he snuck into the room that had been empty for over a month.
It was weird...he'd walked in here so many times, only to find it empty. Now it was occupied, and an air of tension filled the entire room as he steps in, the first floorboard creaking. He flinches, as if the noise was enough to wake him out of consciousness. Knowing Tetsuo, he was always one to jump at the chance of a second wind. An incredibly admirable trait, if a bit aggravating when it wasn't in his interest. His footsteps continue, turning back to make sure Capsule stayed outside the door--the last thing he needed was his dog in Tetsuo's personal space when he was injured, and probably still volatile. He eventually pads his way to the bed, hands in pockets as he just...takes it all in.
Takes a moment to stare at him--it'd been a long time since they'd seen each other. Sure, Tetsuo had made tiny appearances on the network, but he was following scraps of knowledge. Audio posts, texts...the tail end of a bike...now this was what he came home to. Tetsuo hadn't looked this bad since...well, since Kaneda last saw him. Lacerations and burns spotted across his body, dirt and concrete smeared onto his face from hitting the ground...he'd lost weight, weight he couldn't afford to lose in the first place, face now sunken in some areas. The bags under his eyes? Almost like a mask.
What had the world done to you, Tetsuo...
But the thought is quickly shaken out of his head. Alright, down to business.
With an exhale, he reaches down to him, moving that arm out of the way as delicately as possible. It was amazing how heavy it felt, despite how thin it was. What DID matter was what Tetsuo had found along the way. Fingers trail down Tetsuo's shoulders, looking for anything hidden underneath his shirt, patting it gently. So far, so good. Nothing that Tetsuo had on him as of ye--
Oh.
His hands press to Tetsuo's waist, feeling a lump that felt considerably familiar. He -knew- what this was, and scrambled to pull the shirt a little, finding the gun that Tetsuo had acquired from Rick. Just where he had gotten ahold of that, Kaneda didn't know. But he knew something for certain--he didn't want Tetsuo having it if he could help it. Gently, as if he were handling glass, he pulls the gun out of that pant waistline, bouncing it in his hands a moment to check it.
He was definitely keeping a hold of this.
Tucking that into his jacket, he continues the search, patting one leg up and down, checking the boot...and then moving to the other one. Same thing. Nothing of note...oh. There's something in his pocket...
Digging a little more, he puts his hand in that pocket, pulling out a pill bottle of Anti-Inflammatory drugs. There's something familiar about it, a little TOO familiar as he turns it in his hands, rotating it around to look at the lid where a 'K' was written on top.]
Son of a bitch...
[He can't help but smile, shaking his head. You were there the whole time... There's something cynical, but at the same time delighted about that smile as it creeps across his face, fighting back watery eyes as he holds onto that bottle. It was used too, more than when he'd brought it.
There was certainly more than just aspirin in this now--and that...that catches Kaneda's attention. Something to look into later.
Pocketing that as well, he runs his hands down the rest of that leg, finishing the pat down. It seems like that was all Tetsuo had on him--his eye suddenly catching something on his wrist. A bracelet of some sort? Tetsuo wasn't the kind to wear jewelry, and even less so out in the open. Well, whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Best to just reach over and take that too.
His fingers loop around it for a second, running under it to try and pull it--and then it happens. Something...WEIRD happens. Kaneda can't describe it. It's like a tug at the back of his mind, something symbolically telling him no, that this was a bad idea. A hand goes to his temple, rubbing it slightly as he backs up. Confusion washes over his face, unsure what the -hell- just happened. A migraine suddenly? No...it was gone the moment he let go of that bracelet. So why...Another touch to it, and that feeling is back, twisting the back of his brain in irritation and sensory overload.
What WAS that thing?
Something he couldn't deal with right now. Too many and not enough time. He had to take what he got and get out before Tetsuo woke, so with the pills and the gun pocketed, he gives one last look to him before he turns to head out the door. Unable to find the right thing to say for a few minutes. Until...]
Welcome home, Tetsuo.
[And he's out without another word.]