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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[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.]

[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]

[Kaneda's eyes are dark, they always were. Like the sparkle of being an actual kid had been long gone from them. Ever since he could remember, his world had been like this. A fight every day to find your place in the world, struggling to keep it, and assume the worst if you lose it.

And this time, he'd won that battle.

He walks closer to Bull, feet like lead as they stumble, numb from the running, the battle, the nerves shot to hell from trying to keep up with what his brain expected of his body.

Kaneda always was proud of his leg power. He could run faster than any military unit, and the strength in them to do that was the reason he could get away. The reason police dogs couldn't catch him back home.

But then, as he walks up to Bull, eyes fully focused...

They close, legs giving right at the knee and falling forward, body slumping against the Qunari's body. Because finally, after months of running around the country, getting his head slammed into a lamppost, back sent through concrete, and fighting.

He was exhausted.


And he wanted nothing more than to be held up by someone else at that moment.]

[rideme]

[Part of him wants nothing more than to fall down right here. Just sleep where he stood. Wouldn't be the first time. Or the last. He wants to lie down here and sleep for a week, and then maybe they'd all be off this crazy ride and everything would be normal and people wouldn't be gone, and Tetsuo would be alive but not fucking everything up and Ken would be here and Hawke would be alive and ...]

[And he sees that look on the kid's face. The way he's moving.]

[There's no time for that exhausted, broken, hurting part of him right now. None whatsoever. That isn't what Kaneda needs. Right now, Kaneda needs the Iron Bull. Not Bull. Not Hissrad. Not whoever that whining, tired, aching voice just shouting for attention was.]

[It's slow. He misses when he moves to catch Kaneda's shoulder as the kid slumps. Instead, he catches him with his chest, and slowly kneels, gripping his shoulders to support him.]

Hey. Don't fall over. Land on the cat.

[His voice comes over a little slurred. Thick. Getting hit by lightning does that. But it comes out, regardless. Someone needs to keep their head here.]

[Someone has to hold it together.]

Easy. Sit down. Where's it hurt?

[rassera]

[Bull was sturdy as always. He was built a lot like Joker, unyielding in stature and with weight to throw around. But whereas he hated it on that blimp, it was more than comforting on Bull. Bull was a pillar of strength, now, when his legs couldn't stand, when his body screamed for rest. It's only now that he listens to it, weight pressed against Bull. He could feel the other's fatigue, his weakness and how he felt like he could collapse at any moment.

They're both supporting each other now.

Bull's question gets a tired, but amused laugh.]

Everywhere.

[Despite that, he's smiling. Truly smiling.]