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.
no subject
[ She turns the rock over in her hands, closing it between her palms as she looks back at him. ]
I link people to the sky.
Tetsuo-kun is a biker, not a rider . . . it probably doesn't mean the same. Or as much. But it's not that different, either—understanding what parts would match you best, or what adjustments suit your style. Even the inflation of your tires . . . it makes a difference in how a bike feels, doesn't it? How it rides.
When someone's just starting out, it doesn't make much difference. A lot of things can suit, and having the freedom to choose your 'road' . . . that's important too. But the better someone gets, the more they specialize . . . the more their equipment needs to match them if they're really going to fly. Otherwise, their wings . . .
[ She looks back at the stone, turning it over again . . . and sets it back down, filling that hole in the pattern. ]
They'll never stretch as far as they're able. They'll never fly as far as they can.