I can move mountains, I can work a miracle [OPEN]

[rassera]

WHO: The residents of Nonah 05 + YOU!
WHERE: Nonah, Residence #005
WHEN: All month long (January)
WHAT: Nonah 05 open log for January Shenanigans
WARNINGS: Obligatory Bull and Tetsuo warnings apply.


Starters will be appearing in the comments. If you want something specific from any one person (Kaneda rassera, Tetsuo iamtetsuo, Bull rideme and Ken amadaman), feel free to drop them a line and ask! Otherwise, feel free to add your own starters for the whole household or individual residents as you like.

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[rideme]

Stop.

[He hasn't moved far from her. And now, all he has to do is reach out. Settle a huge hand on a small shoulder. He can't look her in the eye with her hood, but hey. Points for trying, right?]

[He doesn't want her to think he blames her in the slightest. Not for this. They'd already talked about what she'd seen. And that was good enough for him -- enough reason for her to keep a low profile.]

No one blames you. Least of all, me. You did what you could. Why the hell would I ask you for more than that, huh?

[tsundog]

[Bringing up her communicator certainly wasn't the reaction he was expecting.]

Huh? What are you doing with that iron square?

[rassera]

[At first, there's no answer, the cats the only ones to greet him. All...four of them? No, there certainly were six, right? Grim was missing, but with Tetsuo back in the house, that was an obvious deduction on where the cat had wandered. Which left Krem, Rocky, Stitches, Skinner...now where was Dalish?

Footsteps sound from the kitchen, noticing the cold air from the door on the opposite end. They seem to spin on their heels, pivoting around and moving towards the large arching doorway that connected the living room and kitchen.

And there he stood. Kaneda.

The one who always showed up back here, bruised and bloodied, sticks in his hair and tshirt torn. An ice pack rests on his cheek, while the missing cat in question--Dalish--rested across his shoulders, purring.

There's a soft glint in his eye as he walks up.]

You look like hell, old man.

[His voice doesn't reach more than a whisper, body too exhausted from carrying Kazu back, and the cumulation from months of fighting now being released.

He was exhausted.]

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[rassera]

[Surprise bitch! BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME.]

Oi, it's me.



[Recognize that fuckboy voice, Inuyasha?]

[rassera]

[Kaneda doesn't say anything at first, noticing Inuyasha's curiosity towards the bag. And out of demonstration, he tosses it onto his neck, sighing in relief.]

What are you, a parent?

I'm -getting- to it.


[And sleep doesn't really come all that easily after a night like that.]

[amadaman]

["Eventually" takes about three hours. Ken had a feeling he'll be tracked down so he avoided the times that Kaneda was aware of. Early morning, right after school... those hours, he tried not to use the porter as much.

Leave it to Kaneda to wait until he showed up. Ken knew about his stubbornness well, and when he catches sight of the red jacket at the porter he has to hold back a sigh: he should've known. He could turn back. He could easily escape from here, hopping up on rooftops and jumping from building to building until Kaneda lost track of him. But even if he did that, the guy will find him again.

He resigns to that fate and approaches. He's got his backpack over his shoulder and the scarf around his neck is new, one he received for Christmas, but his coat still bears the scratches and stains it gained from Pan's jungle.]

You look cold.

[burnmetwice]

[Gaaah. That's. Right. That's still a thing. Kazu flushes a little and sinks back against the mattress because his everything hurts a lot.]

Usually the protagonist gets extra-dimensionally teleported first...

[burnmetwice]

Like what!

[burnmetwice]

I honestly don't remember... It was definitely some kind of brainwashing, though.

[rideme]

[Good luck hiding out there, Inuyasha. The Iron Bull might be inside, doing his usual thing, but that doesn't mean his legion of cats aren't. The stubby little one in particular. The one who thinks his lack of normal legs is a challenge.]

[It's Rocky who goes out prowling through the yard, meowing loudly at every beetle and mouse. Because that's how hunting works, clearly. The grey munchkin cat pauses, snuffling at the air, eyes glowing in reflected house lights.]

[And then he trots happily toward the transformed dog demon, tail held high in greeting.]

[bindsthedead]

Well, it almost killed us... and quite a few people in Heropa. I suppose they generally leave how utterly terrifying rabid dragons are out of the stories.

[But ah, that pizza smells good.]

I did end up getting a sword and some armor out of the fight, though.

[resoundingpledge]

It's hard to have rescue missions and heartfelt reunions with long-lost friends that way. And harder for the audience to follow the genre-shift, too.

[ It's definitely still a thing, and she slips her fingers back under the blankets, pressing them carefully back into the muscles of his calf. ]

Besides, this way we can rely a bit on your exposition, too. At least as soon as you're feeling better.

[iamtetsuo]

[ Tetsuo still doesn't look up. He can't make himself, and he hates himself all the more for that fact, eyes narrowing and mouth curving down even further. What's he supposed to believe anymore?

What weak, pitiful kind of idiot is he, that he can't even confront this like he wants to?]

[rideme]

[With Krem aggressively headbutting Bull's ankles and generally winding through his legs, being a furry nuisance, he hasn't quite managed to count them all. Stupid furballs. It's... good to see them. All of them. He ends up crouching, as best he can, to run rough, cracked fingers along backs and ruffle ears.]

[And then he hears the footsteps. The chirp from the cat. And his head comes up.]

[Locking his eye with Kaneda's. They both look like hell. But for some reason, it hurts more seeing the kid torn to hell and back.]

... You too.

[rassera]

What do you mean, 'that' part. That part is THIS part!

[Still, he can't keep himself from laughing.]

[iamtetsuo]

...why are you being nice to me?

[Something that maybe, he should have asked a long time ago. All of the pain - recent and prolonged ruining - that Pan's inflicted on him finally reached the tipping point where he has to know.

But what's the point of asking? it's not like people can't lie.]

[rassera]

[It isn't until Ken speaks that he hoists himself off that wall, hands in his pockets as he strides over. It's lazy, a bit meandering as he does so. As if he's got all the time in the world.

He knew Ken was avoiding him. They hadn't spoken since the fight against Pan.]


's not so bad.

[He vents a soft puff of air, his warm breath making a little puff of cloud in front of him.]


Didn't think I'd be waiting there that long.

[rideme]

Rabid? That's a new one. Heard of dragons on fire -- made of magic... Not 'rabid'.

[Doesn't make him want to kick its ass any less though, whoops.]

[At length, he transfers the pizza to a plate and slides it at her.]

No shit? Now I'm even more jealous. [Then his expression... folds on itself for a moment. Before he forces it away, going back to the fridge.]

If you told me a month ago about that, I'd be asking you if there were any teeth left.

[iamtetsuo]

[At first, Tetsuo stares at Bull, clearly not expecting the question. Doesn't it say that on the screen? Why doesn't he just use his communicator to find out if the translation is inaccurate? It's not really like Tetsuo knows. He can't fucking read it.

But then he turns his head, eyes tracking Bull for a while longer until they flick back to the screen.]

It's the best dish that wins, not the weirdest. [A pause as commentary happens. And, he throws in one more translation totally free.]

...That guy's taking too long to make it.

[rideme]

[As if reading that stare, he adds:]

Communicator's back in my room. Too sore to go grab it just to watch.

[He could, though. If he really wanted to. Instead... instead he's presenting a vulnerability, however small and insignificant. And asking the kid's help. Maybe it won't do shit, but hey. Maybe it will start patching things -- even just a little.]

[He frowns, running his fingers over his chin.]

Oh shit, so they're timed? I thought that was just... cooking show hours.

[rassera]

[A glance to the TV.


A glance to Bull.]

Damn...usually Maya or Ken sets this up...

[But he won't leave Bull hanging. He remember how it feels to be couchbound.]

Where's the remote?

[iamtetsuo]

Yeah. They're timed.

[Small answer, not much, but it's an answer instead of silence. Meanwhile, someone does stuff to meat; putting it and - oh, so that's what mint looks like - it to a kind of gelatin mold that Tetsuo's not sure counts as edible anymore. Probably rich people could eat shit like this.]

[amadaman]

[Ken liked Kaneda's loyalty and tenacity; he sometimes hated that those qualities also showed as persistency and stubbornness sometimes. He was working so hard on shoving back these feelings, but the more he watches Kaneda, the more they well up.

But there's no anger as he sighs, shoulders slumping, and crosses the last few feet between them.]

Well, I won't make you wait any longer.

[amadaman]

[The first week since they returned from Pan's jungle, Koromaru bothers Inuyasha a lot. He bothers him regularly anyway but he's found a nice home on the guy's lap lately, coming over to plop down whenever he finds him sitting and rolling around until he receives a scratch or two. He sniffs at him a lot too to check for any signs of injury, but he's satisfied by the guy's healing rate; after those few days it takes him to be healthy again, he relaxes completely in his presence.

And Ken's been finding a spot near him, too. He isn't injured. He was able to heal any of his own injuries, but he's exhausted. He tends to start nodding off within the first few minutes but today he's determined to stay awake. As Koromaru starts climbing onto Inuyasha's lap, Ken is pulling a DS out of his pocket and turning it on.

Koromaru paps at his knee. Give him your face punk]

[deadtective]

Because someone shoved their hand through your fucking chest, I didn't really think I needed an explanation.

[she still doesn't understand because she doesn't really think she's been nice to Tetsuo. he's her friend, absolutely, she can't deny that even in her own mind anymore. but Hazel has never considered herself a good friend; she can't look back at anything they've done together and agree that it would merit a question like this.]