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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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[It's every bit as pleasant as that sounds, with about as high a survival rate as implied. Torture for knowledge gain is totally excusable as scientific progress, right?]
And energy manipulation - I guess you could say that's what I do. I'm thinking maybe the similarity's not a coincidence. We didn't have spaceships, or anything like that... hmm. I wonder. You from somewhere ahead in the stream?
[All of that makes complete, coherent sense, at least to him. The stream, or the energy flow that ties together the fabric of existence. Entropy, whatever you want to call it. A seemingly boundless course of power flowing like a river through spacetime and universes, connecting all the alternative branches of what if worlds into one cohesive multiverse.
That, he's seen. That, he understands on a level that makes communicating anything about it incredibly difficult, especially with the formal education of an eighth grader in a delinquent bottom rung school giving him any terminology to pull from.]
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[ That was how Kaidan understood it, at least. The Timestream. That would make sense. If Tetsuo was an early version, but he -- humans needed to be exposed in his world -- to even develop the ability. Something that left them somewhere in an ambiguous role, something that made human biotics "lesser" to the galaxy as a whole.
But then again, it was only the Asari that were truly born with biotic power. They didn't have implants -- although they could install an amp into their wetware if they wanted -- they didn't really need it.
Things were complicated. ]
I'm sure digging around wasn't... good? They didn't know what they were doing, did they? [ That one sounded familiar. ]
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For all their acting? Not a damn clue.
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[ A huff. ]
That's the way of it, for the most part. As bad as it is, it's.... a fact of life, for people like us. We're the ones who always have to suffer the consequences, but... are people after you -- are they better off?
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[Not in his timeline, or him specifically. Not in what used to be his world. And how could there be, with all that research lost, all their test subjects ejected into another place? He can't know for sure, can't see ahead there... but he's got a hunch.]
I'm probably the last one.
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[ He paused, and considered that.
That sounded... Huh. ]
Well, that's... something. If they can't make it safer, at least it's gone, right?
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[ He shook his head. ] When I'd been dealing with something similar, it was the best I could hope for, you know?
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