There must be a future that we can choose

[iamtetsuo]

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.

Comments

[iamtetsuo]

What is wrong with you??

[Here he is, getting dragged right down to her level in literal and metaphorical ways.

You'd think a simple hug would be its own explanation, but that's assuming he's remotely used to such contact. Especially from a stranger he'd just spent time arguing with and questioning pretty much everything except what he SHOULD be questioning.

He'll just be pushing himself back up again here.]

[deadtective]

[she finally lets him sit up, although how long he'll remain upright remains to be seen. the whole thing has put Hazel in quite the good mood, as evinced by how cheerfully she replies to that plaintive whining.]

Where do you want me to fucking start?

[iamtetsuo]

[With an unappreciative stare, Tetsuo settles back down, pressing just a little bit onto the arm to get just a little distance and get comfortable again.]

The part where - ... nevermind.

[deadtective]

Then don't ask, dipshit.

[not that she sounds particularly irritated about that fact; quite the opposite, in fact. Hazel stretches her arms out along the back of the couch, an action done purely to get some part of her slightly closer to Tetsuo just to be a scootch.]

[iamtetsuo]

[Unlike before,though, he doesn't seem to call her on it, or act in any way. Maybe, he doesn't notice. But that's unlikely.

Somewhere past recollection, he remembers something. Just enough.]

If I did, I have a feeling you wouldn't tell me, anyway.

[deadtective]

Are you kidding? I fucking love talking about herself.

[talking down about herself, maybe. talking about anything remotely detailed or truthful? yeah, good luck.]

[iamtetsuo]

Okay... go ahead.

[Maybe he'll learn something about this girl he's supposed to be close??? friends with. That'd at least make this less... weird. Not that taking her up on the offer to actually LISTEN about someone else isn't surreal as hell to anyone who knows him.]

[deadtective]

[to be honest, it's surreal for anyone to be asking Hazel about herself - although Tetsuo's still towards the top of that very long list. the only person she ever really opens up to to any significant degree is her boyfriend, and even then poor Josuke has to fight tooth and nail for every scrap of information.

it's no wonder that she shifts suddenly at the prompting, poorly trying to disguise how uncomfortable she is by fussing with her hair.]

I'm not gonna just start babbling, dude. You gotta ask me something first.

[iamtetsuo]

Hmmm... there is something... Like I need to know this, but I can't explain why.

[he's not sure why it matters. IT seems to. Once the demand for a question comes up, it's almost surprising that he's got one. And here he doesn't know her well enough to know what questions he SHOULD ask!]

Where do you live?

[deadtective]

[she tilts her head to the side to level Tetsuo with a look that is flatter than the flattest part of the most unfortunate section of Kansas. it's almost impressive in its severity.]

Oh, that's fucking cute. Nice try!

[iamtetsuo]

There's a reason I had to ask. I don't have a clue what it is, but it's there.

[deadtective]

The reason is that there's still that little tiny piece of you somewhere deep down in that blue husk that is a fucking asshole.

[SHE'S ONTO YOU, PAST-FUTURE TETSUO MINDWHISPER. SHE IS SO ONTO YOU.]

[iamtetsuo]

[Is it a bad thing that's kinda comforting?

It's like Kaneda said. Like Ken said:]

Probably... I'm still me.



[..and some other people, and some rocks and gas and ice and-.]

[deadtective]

Of course you are. I wouldn't be hanging around if you weren't.

[although the why of that of course depends on the reasons he wasn't himself...but she keeps that bit to herself. too sentimental.]

[iamtetsuo]

[Even better. She can tell. She knew a different him... and he'd wondered how much of himself he'd lost. Every little confirmation is a good thing.]

But you won't tell me anything.

[deadtective]

I won't tell you anything stupid.

[which...her address has apparently become over the course of this conversation. ok.]

[iamtetsuo]

Then tell me what isn't.

[deadtective]

My favorite color's orange! That's a good one.

[iamtetsuo]

Okay. Mine's blue.

[Convenient.]

What else?

[It shouldn't bother him this much that he doesn't know what he doesn't know. It's also a shame that he's going to learn all this stuff he probably never knew and then forget all about it in a few days.]

[deadtective]

What do you mean what else?

[what could you possibly ever want to know about Hazel beyond her favorite color? clearly that's the most vital piece of information in the world.]

[iamtetsuo]

All you care about is color?

[deadtective]

Can you think of anything else?

[no. you probably can't. nerd.]

[iamtetsuo]

There's more to existing than color.

[...]

You'd be different if there wasn't.

[deadtective]

Nnnnot by a lot.

[and probably all in better ways, she thinks.]

[iamtetsuo]

You have no idea... by how much.