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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[iamtetsuo]

[Ikki, I'm so sorry.]

Who?

1/???

[violentmotion]

Exactly! I will let you touch the hand that touched the lege-

[violentmotion]

[Wait.]

[violentmotion]

[wat.]

[violentmotion]

You...

[violentmotion]

WHAT COLD AND UNFEELING WORLD WAS IT THAT YOU DIDN'T PLAY SUPER MARIO BROS!?!

DONE

[violentmotion]

Stay there.

[iamtetsuo]

[It's like he asked him what water was or something. As Ikki's small mental meltdown continues, Tetsuo's mouth draws down into a very teenager pout. The hell was that about.

He goes back to the pc.


Finally adds back in the psychic type. It's not like its very existence is there to remind him of what he's not anymore.]

[violentmotion]

[It's not a few hours. It's a few days.

The game systems were antiques and Ikki is, without a doubt, too technologically dumb to consider current gen or even PC emus.

So it's a couple paper routes, a few lawns and a couple of hours of construction work later (and thankfully for all of N5 a shower) that he returns TRIUMPHANT.

Ikki takes a desk lamp and a hall lamp and an oscillating fan and put them all behind him before he slams open Tetsuo's door. He's backlit dramatically, wind ruffling his clothes and hair as he holds up:

A game cartridge.]

BEHOLD! THE GAMES OF YORE!

[iamtetsuo]

[The communicator's light reflects vaguely on Tetsuo's own, a memorized sequence playing out one more time on its screen. Tetsuo could, if he wanted to, recite it all with Pan. Or Kaneda's speech after it - to take Pan down...

While Tetsuo's wallowing in his own despair, Ikki, destroyer of peaceful quiet, comes.

The door smashes open. Tetsuo jumps, dropping the communicator in his haste to turn around. There he is, the dramatic nuisance who Tetsuo still can't place, dramatically blowing in strangely loud wind.

WHAT. IS. THIS GUY. Not who. Who isn't a question anymore.]

WHAT THE HELL?!

[Did you know when he gets significant volume his voice escalates to a kittenlike yowl of an undignified screech? ]

[violentmotion]

GUESS! What I won at the arcade? First try at a crane machine.

[He holds it up and grins, kicking the door closed again behind him. He jumps onto the bed next to Tetsuo, not quite registering the comm yet.]

I get player one.

[iamtetsuo]

[He just lets it happen. It's easier that way.]

Uh...?

[That's not a no.]

[violentmotion]

[GOOD ENOUGH.

He fishes around for Testuo's handheld and comes up with the comm. He was about to toss it aside, but Tetsuo's voice draws his attention--

For a moment, it looks like Ikki might turn around and tease him. There's so damn much love right there. It's begging for it.

Ikki freezes, going completely still, as the scene continues.]

[iamtetsuo]

[At first, Tetsuo's almost ready to actually say something to him, for once. But that inclination dies down fast as Ikki's hands close around his comm, playing the video he'd just restarted.]

Wait-

[Tetsuo doesn't make more than a halted lurch forward to try to grab it, watching for Ikki's reaction with trepidation. That damn obsession he had with going over and over what happened.... of course someone would catch him at it. Of course it'd be an eerily familiar stranger. His life couldn't actually get worse. It's too much to hope for that this guy sets it down before he sees what happens.

Together they'll get to finish what Tetsuo started.

This time, he finds himself wanting desperately to turn away, pull that jacket tighter around him and hide somehow. He doesn't, but the urge only builds. If he could just melt away onto the bed and stop existing.]

[violentmotion]

[He watches through it, right to its gory end. His hands shake a little as he turns it off. The grinding of his teeth is audible and the tracks of tears running down his face is unmistakable.

He knew that look. He knew that feeling. A man who'd been more than a friend. More than a hero. He'd been his brother. The person who was the greatest in the world, to him.

Had ripped Ikki's own heart as he'd killed his friends and supports, one at a time because Ikki had never actually really mattered.

This kid huddled next to him. He knew him, now.]

This... this fuck, is Pan? Right?

[iamtetsuo]

[Hunching further into Kaneda's jacket until the collar muffles his mumbled reply, Tetsuo nods numbly, flinching a little at the vehemence in Ikki's voice.]

...That's right. That's Pan...

[Who, ultimately, hadn't won. But in an infuriating reverse parallel to Tetsuo himself, Pan hadn't lost, either. Not really. It's thanks to him that Tetsuo's a powerless shadow now, meaningless and scared.

There's no mistaking the raw pain under his voice, soft and unsteady as it is. All that comforting rage... where had it gone? His safety net between himself and how he really felt was gone. He's not looking up at Ikki, shame and remembered horror keeping him from realizing Ikki's real reaction. Too caught up in his own tragedy and assumptions to even think to question their accuracy.

He got to see now just who Tetsuo was. And Tetsuo can't take refuge in denial anymore; that powerless weakling was who he had to always be.]

[violentmotion]

It's heavy.

[Ikki's voice is quiet. He rubs at his own face angrily.]

What he left you with, it's heavy, aint it?

[iamtetsuo]

It's nothing.

[But it's not just nothing, by the shaky bite to the words, the way he quietly snaps out a bitter correction. It's nothing. In its purest, most literal form. No goals. No point. No abilities. No hope.

No future.

Nothing.]

[violentmotion]

Nothing.

[It's repeated. Flat.]

[iamtetsuo]

[He's not saying it again. Mopey silence it is.]

[violentmotion]

[He reaches back and perfunctorily attempts to shove Testuo's face down into the mattress.]

[iamtetsuo]

[This time... Tetsuo just lets it happen. It can't get worse anymore, so whatever.]

[violentmotion]

[JUST LEANS ON THIS PIN.]

Nothing, nothing, nothing?

If you feel like there's nothing, it's cuz of all those holding up that weight for you, bastard. One of those assholes visiting you every day would cry for your sorry ass.

[iamtetsuo]

[He cringes inwards, glaring dejectedly at the mattress as he tries to pull away. He doesn't have the willpower to stop this. Hell, some part of his new, ruined mind, that little voice that Pan fostered into an audible whisper in his head, mocks that he deserves this. Or deserves even less than this.]

What do you WANT from me?!

[If he sounds desperate, if he sounds pathetic, if he sounds close to tears.. that's because all three are absolutely true.]

[violentmotion]

Nothing. You piss me off.

[There's another long moment, and he just. Lets go. Without any explanation as to why.]

It aint nothing. They're trying to fill you back up. Dumbass.