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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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Tetsuo continues to stare evenly at her as she talks, barely blinking.]
Finally. Someone I'm not supposed to know...
[.. and a pause, just long enough to make this start to get weird. Er.]
So, anyway... which house are you. That one...?
[He cranes his head to the right. Sure, he could just know this, but he's not really fishing for information right now. And she's not as loud with her thoughts as some.]
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... Maybe she'll pry a bit, just for a minute...
She looks at Tetsuo,
then beyond Tetsuo,
and beyond...]
[It was a bad idea. What ever he is, he's... big. And deep. Inside, he must be bursting at the seams. She felt like she could read him forever and never reach the end.
It was... uncomfortable, to say the least.
She gathers herself, steadies herself with a hand on the wall.]
... Yeah. I'm new.
no subject
[The rest of his face is largely impassive, but his eyes are too wide, pupils dilated - he's watching her intently, sizing her up just as she's trying to get a handle on him. A gentle thread of awareness ghosts under his mind; it's gone the second he's aware of a feeling that he's missing something.
What was that? It's hard to say...]
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[Did she translate that right? She almost understood that, kind of like how she almost understood just what this boy is. His soul goes on forever, somehow, and it seemed to expand as she looked into it.
Aerith's still bracing herself on the wall, though she doesn't need to anymore. Maybe she wants another look?]
What are you?
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That awareness he almost felt was her doing, wasn't it? Most don't ask that.
His eyes widen, then lose the edge they had before.]
...
Tetsuo.
[Finally, he looks away completely, breaking eye contact. Damn that question... It's one he can't afford to leave unanswered. Although the result was the same, 'who' was easier.]
That's what I am...
[But he can throw the same back. And, regardless of whethe Aerith lets any silence fall after or starts to say anything, he will, turning the focus away from poking at his definition.]
What are you?
no subject
You're Tetsuo? Or you're a Tetsuo?
[An unhelpful answer is worth another unhelpful answer, and so:]
I'm Aerith.
no subject
Continuing this helpful trend of being completely clear and communicative, Tetsuo actually has to consider that question. In infinite universes, where all choices happen....]
... I'm ... Both, I guess. What's it matter?
[That's easily Tetsuo speak for 'I have no damn clue'. Aren't you glad you asked, Aerith?]
no subject
[She can parse that "I have no damn clue" right away, probably because she'd been there herself long ago. Her mother had told her so little, and Shinra even less. For years, she knew almost nothing about herself and what she was capable of...
And, actually, suddenly, she feels sorry for him. He's alone, isn't he? He's confused and alone just like she was for most of her life. How she is again now, separated from the Lifestream, cut off from her planet and her ancestors' voices.]
You're...
[She pauses, thinks it over, and finally after a moment smiles at him.]
You're really special.
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(Yes. Yes it was.)
But Tetsuo always wants what he can't have. That's just how it goes - if he lost all this now, he'd miss it and start rationalizing. There's no end to this loop. No way out.]
...
Yeah. I know.
[And yet now, hearing those words... they've got such a different tone than before. It's not with the arrogant pride he'd have clung to earlier, but a somber, bitter sadness. Special is another word for 'isolated', not 'loved and or feared and or respected by the whole damn world' like he'd thought it was before. Only normal people get to belong. Only normal people get to live.
Yeah. He's damn special.
What'd he get for it?]
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She could try to get a clearer reading, but he's already too loud and too much now. She doesn't want to know how deep she'd have to poke to understand more. Somehow, she doesn't think it's safe. There's a power in him, a massive, immense, unknowable power and he's volatile. Aerith can see that plain as day.
While she doesn't think she's in danger now, she's not taking any risks of angering him more.
Finally, a few long minutes after Tetsuo spoke last, she finally speaks up.]
I should leave.
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[He's not going to stop her.
Nor is he going to question how or why she said any of that. Not everyone is psychic, and not everyone can read your heart here, but it's easy to forget that's the case. After so long... he can accept any of this without looking too hard at 'why'. Ironically, it's the one time he really should.]
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But now, here, she's small again. She's back in her little body after having once been a part of something massive and always expanding with every new soul that joined it. It's strange, and quiet, and lonely. In Tetsuo's soul, she felt all of the same emotions.
Later, she feels bad for leaving - like a coward, or even worse, for leaving him like that, when she knows that loneliness firsthand. But, still feeling the ripples his energy leaves from her room next door, she knows it was the best choice for now. She's alone, after all.]