Kaneda Shotaro [金田 正太郎] (
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Entry tags:
- † barnaby brooks jr. | n/a,
- † hazel lockwood | n/a,
- † ikki minami | sky king,
- † kaneda shotaro | n/a,
- † kazuma mikura | flame king,
- † ken amada | n/a,
- † komasan | the youkai king,
- † kururu sumeragi | pledge queen,
- † manolo sanchez | n/a,
- † max caulfield | n/a,
- † maya fey | the pink princess,
- † mewtwo | n/a,
- † minato arisato | n/a,
- † qubit | n/a,
- † rick grimes | n/a,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † tetsuo shima | n/a,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon,
- † yayoi nakayama | roaring queen
I can move mountains, I can work a miracle [OPEN]
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.
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
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[By the time Tetsuo gets outside, he's got the beginnings of the fire up and flickering. It's over the slowly growing flames he speaks again, direct, calm, orderly.]
You can do this. Drop it in. We bury it in coals.
We send a fucking message.
You can do this.
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It's a shame he can't do that to Pan himself. Burn him alive and listen to him scream. Make him suffer as much as possible.
Yet, a dark voice in his mind suggests.]
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[Burn the evidence. Turn it to ash. Get fucking pissed.]
[When he looks up at Tetsuo, he's grinning -- the expression sharp, wicked.]
Now that's what we do with garbage in this house.
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What about garbage outside the house...
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[And he means it. Completely. If they find that asshole, they'll set him on fire too. Preferably burning him slowly. He deserves it.]
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[How long will he stand here, watching this fire?
Depends. How long's it going to burn?]
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[It's fine with him.]
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The fire blazes high, chasing away the cold and fear with a vengeful roar. Even as it grows dim, winter pressing harsh around them again, he waits. He shifts from one leg to another, starting to get antsy and stiff from standing still and exposed for so long in the cold. All the while his body won't move, eyes fixed dead on the fire's center until spots dance in his vision.
He waits until it's barely smoldering, mentally nudging the ashes into a flurry, casting them out onto the snow. Tetsuo digs, and continues digging, until he confirms for himself there is nothing left.]
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[Bull doesn't mind sitting out here. He doesn't even mind the cold that much.]
[Then the digging starts, and he narrows his eye a bit.]
Careful you don't fling a coal on anything flammable.
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[Dismissive, distracted. He's busy. Digging is the most important part of this.]
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[As he reaches out with a booted foot to stomp down on one such flying coal. Grinding it out before it catches.]
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Then take care of it.
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[Snippy child.]
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[Is that a bit of pleading in his voice there, no, couldn't be. As.. he digs more.]
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It's gone, Tetsuo.
Magic -- if there was any of that crap -- doesn't like real fire.
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What's that even mean...
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And the magic with it.
Goes for people, too. Only way to get rid of it, sometimes.
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[Tetsuo's shivering from cold, pulling Kaneda's coat tighter around him, but he neither resumes digging or makes a move to go back into the house. Ducking his head into the collar muffles his next muttered sentence.]
It doesn't mean it's true.
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[At least, that's what he tells himself when he lifts his foot, and plants the heel of his boot into the ashes, grinding it down to powder. Thank fuck for durability power.]
[Nothing happens.]
Isn't it?
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[Tetsuo gets that question answered as Bull smashes his foot down right into the hottest part (as far as Tetsuo could tell). From the look on his face, that's the last thing he expected Bull to do.
Tetsuo looks up, catching Bull's eye with his own... then to the scattered ashes, argument gone.]
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[But he doesn't look away from Tetsuo. Even when he lifts his boot, displaying his intact foot.]
Look at that.
You did it.
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Pan's miles away, probably, or maybe he's just around the corner. Maybe he's in his stupid little camp in the stupid forest he should have burned down MONTHS ago when he'd been threatening to, playing his stupid little instrument. He's probably off having fun somewhere.
He always was.
Probably, he never got this message, and the idea strikes too late to film the destruction and send the proof. But for a moment here, it doesn't matter. They sent it anyway.
He did.
After a moment, his fists clench, and he looks back down, glancing to the inviting warmth of the house. It's not safe; nowhere is anymore, Pan proved that. But... it's not like he has anywhere else he could go.]
Yeah.
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[He's not... entirely sure if that's a good one or not. But it's better than nothing.]
[So he holds out a hand. To shake. Maybe it'll be taken. If not... well. He tried. That counts for something, right?]
Good work.
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It's enough to give him just the right amount of courage to reach out, tentatively offering up his own limp hand in a manner usually reserved for reaching out to scratch a snapping turtle's head.]
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[He's grinning at him down the beefy length of arm. All wicked and sharp and...]
[Proud.]
Don't forget how this feels. Not ever. A tiny ass victory is still victory.