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]

Mh.

[Dismissive, distracted. He's busy. Digging is the most important part of this.]

[rideme]

... I'm serious.

[As he reaches out with a booted foot to stomp down on one such flying coal. Grinding it out before it catches.]

[iamtetsuo]

[YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. More digging around, what else is new?]

Then take care of it.

[rideme]

... Yeah, you're doing better, I see.

[Snippy child.]

[iamtetsuo]

Look... I'm not finished until I know it's gone!

[Is that a bit of pleading in his voice there, no, couldn't be. As.. he digs more.]

[rideme]

So, what? You want to pour oil all over the thing and let it burn all night?

It's gone, Tetsuo.

Magic -- if there was any of that crap -- doesn't like real fire.

[iamtetsuo]

[Ashes swirl, drift away. Tetsuo stands completely still, his eyes still locked on the embers. No new ashes follow them, at least for now.]

What's that even mean...

[rideme]

It means a bunch of people believe fire gets rid of magic. You burn something magical, it's gone.

And the magic with it.

Goes for people, too. Only way to get rid of it, sometimes.

[iamtetsuo]

People believe a lot of stuff.

[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.

[rideme]

[He's doing this for your own good, kid.]

[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?

[iamtetsuo]

What're you-

[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.]

[rideme]

[He grinds his heel a few times for good measure. Honestly, this is going to hurt like hell in a minute -- but after all the lightning burns Hawke inflicted, oh well. He's had worse. Maybe it'll even leave a cool scar.]

[But he doesn't look away from Tetsuo. Even when he lifts his boot, displaying his intact foot.]

Look at that.

You did it.

[iamtetsuo]

[That's when he finally looks up, letting his head tilt back to watch the sky above them.

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.

[rideme]

[That's when Bull moves his foot out of the coals -- finally. Dragging it on the ground to get the ashes off. He's still watching Tetsuo. Waiting for some kind of a reaction. Any kind.]

[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.

[iamtetsuo]

[In a small miracle, Tetsuo actually does. It takes a moment of staring at that hand before he offers his own up. He's tempted to point out all he did was carry it, but ... it feels like a little more than that. Like he helped banish it or something.

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.]

[rideme]

[Bull doesn't exactly hesitate -- he clasps that hand with his own, all scars and calluses and missing finger joints.]

[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.