Shima Tetsuo [ 島 鉄雄 ] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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maskormenacelogs2016-03-26 11:37 pm
iamtetsuo) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-03-26 11:37 pm
Entry tags:
- † hazel lockwood | n/a,
- † ikki minami | sky king,
- † kaidan alenko | sentinel,
- † kaneda shotaro | n/a,
- † ken amada | n/a,
- † kururu sumeragi | pledge queen,
- † mewtwo | n/a,
- † perry the platypus | agent p,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † tetsuo shima | n/a,
- † the (twelfth) doctor | n/a,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon
There must be a future that we can choose
WHO: Tetsuo and YOU
WHERE: Nonah
WHEN: Plot Pull Plot
WHAT: Open Log for said plot
WARNINGS: Spoilers
[Those who know Tetsuo typically know him as a young man with black hair, typically dyed white with blue-frosted tips these days. Large forehead, very intense eyes when focused.
The kid wandering around now, lost and more than a little dazed, is most of these things. He's the exact same (entirely unchanged) height, if a little more muscular. He's also a silvery blue all over.
And he seems a lot more vacant than before, distracted by the weirdest things. Sometimes, he'll catch sight of his hand, and clench it closer to his body. Sometimes, he'll seem to just watch someone, most likely Kaneda, with a more mature kind of sadness than he should know how to feel. Sometimes he'll forget stuff about eating just because it's been a while since he had his body. His mind's just as easily miles away as it is in the moment. When he talks, he sounds humbler than he does even after death.
And when he first gets here.. he probably won't have clothing, so he'll need to borrow stuff.]
a; Wandering in a park.
[Light and life press down on him, overwhelming compared to the vast quiet. This isn't Neo Tokyo- too green, too friendly, and yet it feels so jarringly dissonant that it's impossible to not immediately tell this is somewhere he's not supposed to be. Tetsuo stands still, a statue despite his small stature, marveling at the sensation of cold wind wrapping around him.
It's been a long time since he felt cold. He doesn't seem to care, reaching one hand up to catch a branch through his fingers - he has FINGERS now - eyeing a new leaf on it.
He can't see it now, but his head knows there's patterns there, intricate shapes woven together deeper and deeper through this leaf. He can't see it now, but the wind blowing it out of his grasp holds infinite possibilities, uncountable variables... but just one path it can ever take. He can't see any of this now, the way he's come to understand a world. And that's normal, he figures, this is how he should feel. No one's supposed to know what this tree is, anymore than the rocks or the sky.
He lets his hand drop, head tilted upwards to watch clouds drift lazily in scattered patches across a stretch of blue.
It's not enough, somehow.]
America... huh?
b; Nonah 05
[He's around less than usual, but Tetsuo's still claimed his spot here. If he's not sightseeing, he could be anything from lying on the couch with his eyes half-closed, mind a million miles away, curiously poking around as if he's never been here before, lying down in the back yard, or checking over his bike all over again for the novelty of it. Or messing around with rocks in the yard, levitating them in weird patterns for Tetsuo reasons.
One thing he's not doing is playing video games, or poking around at his comm. Actually, has he even touched his comm? Is he aware of how it works?]
c; Exploring
[Compared to so many other revelations in his life, this one barely seems weird. He's human. He's got a form. He can act again on a planet, instead of be. And you might find this weirdly spacey blue kid wandering the streets, checking into businesses just to see what they are.
Or you might see him getting waylaid by extremely interested natives with a million questions, or comments, and doing his best to get rid of the flock of people. Pushing through them doesn't seem to work. Telling them he's not interested also doesn't. Telling them off in harsher tones ALSO does nothing. Walking away ... nah. Taking off only gets phones trained on him.
He lands on a roof, or over the building to duck into the first place he sees just to be left alone.]
WILDCARD - feel free to throw up more starters or ask for a specific one.
WHERE: Nonah
WHEN: Plot Pull Plot
WHAT: Open Log for said plot
WARNINGS: Spoilers
[Those who know Tetsuo typically know him as a young man with black hair, typically dyed white with blue-frosted tips these days. Large forehead, very intense eyes when focused.
The kid wandering around now, lost and more than a little dazed, is most of these things. He's the exact same (entirely unchanged) height, if a little more muscular. He's also a silvery blue all over.
And he seems a lot more vacant than before, distracted by the weirdest things. Sometimes, he'll catch sight of his hand, and clench it closer to his body. Sometimes, he'll seem to just watch someone, most likely Kaneda, with a more mature kind of sadness than he should know how to feel. Sometimes he'll forget stuff about eating just because it's been a while since he had his body. His mind's just as easily miles away as it is in the moment. When he talks, he sounds humbler than he does even after death.
And when he first gets here.. he probably won't have clothing, so he'll need to borrow stuff.]
a; Wandering in a park.
[Light and life press down on him, overwhelming compared to the vast quiet. This isn't Neo Tokyo- too green, too friendly, and yet it feels so jarringly dissonant that it's impossible to not immediately tell this is somewhere he's not supposed to be. Tetsuo stands still, a statue despite his small stature, marveling at the sensation of cold wind wrapping around him.
It's been a long time since he felt cold. He doesn't seem to care, reaching one hand up to catch a branch through his fingers - he has FINGERS now - eyeing a new leaf on it.
He can't see it now, but his head knows there's patterns there, intricate shapes woven together deeper and deeper through this leaf. He can't see it now, but the wind blowing it out of his grasp holds infinite possibilities, uncountable variables... but just one path it can ever take. He can't see any of this now, the way he's come to understand a world. And that's normal, he figures, this is how he should feel. No one's supposed to know what this tree is, anymore than the rocks or the sky.
He lets his hand drop, head tilted upwards to watch clouds drift lazily in scattered patches across a stretch of blue.
It's not enough, somehow.]
America... huh?
b; Nonah 05
[He's around less than usual, but Tetsuo's still claimed his spot here. If he's not sightseeing, he could be anything from lying on the couch with his eyes half-closed, mind a million miles away, curiously poking around as if he's never been here before, lying down in the back yard, or checking over his bike all over again for the novelty of it. Or messing around with rocks in the yard, levitating them in weird patterns for Tetsuo reasons.
One thing he's not doing is playing video games, or poking around at his comm. Actually, has he even touched his comm? Is he aware of how it works?]
c; Exploring
[Compared to so many other revelations in his life, this one barely seems weird. He's human. He's got a form. He can act again on a planet, instead of be. And you might find this weirdly spacey blue kid wandering the streets, checking into businesses just to see what they are.
Or you might see him getting waylaid by extremely interested natives with a million questions, or comments, and doing his best to get rid of the flock of people. Pushing through them doesn't seem to work. Telling them he's not interested also doesn't. Telling them off in harsher tones ALSO does nothing. Walking away ... nah. Taking off only gets phones trained on him.
He lands on a roof, or over the building to duck into the first place he sees just to be left alone.]
WILDCARD - feel free to throw up more starters or ask for a specific one.
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[that's not remotely all it is.]
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So you lost your memory here, but not your home? Okay, so - you remember Kaneda, right? Your friend?
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[ Carl is not even going to touch that whole Peter Pan garbage, no sir! ]
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I guess it doesn't matter much, anyway. I can't stay here.
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Yeah. You're right.
[ Beat. ]
Do you want to go back home?
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[ He answers that quickly, then frowns.]
...
Heh. Used to think I never had one... but a country counts, doesn't it? A city?
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[It kills him to admit it, but his mouth forms the words without him choosing to. Part of him needs to hear it; the same part that doesn't want to.]
I lost them.
[Small dead because of him, intentionally or not. Or left behind when he was dragged away...]
So, there's nothing there at all. Here, there's...
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Yeah. I get it.
[ As someone who may or may not be dead in his home world, it's a terrible kind of torture. ]
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[Unlike before, he can trace everything now - what happened, how it did. He finally has enough time to look back and see that perspective. Not all of it was, but at least some is directly his fault, and his actions.
At least he did some of it. It would be worse if he hadn't, and suffered the isolation anyway.
That doesn't give him anything else to say here and now. Other than a reminder that, even after countless years.. he can still find ways to be bitter. Some things don't heal. At least, one of them... he'll get to see again.]
Yeah.