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maskormenacelogs2016-11-13 11:01 pm
sidecars) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-11-13 11:01 pm
Entry tags:
- † daryl dixon | the angel,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † elliot alderson | mr robot,
- † flynn scifo | n/a,
- † haen hithiel | chatterbug,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † kyle conlen | red hot,
- † magicman | n/a,
- † mako mori | n/a,
- † motoko kusanagi | the major,
- † richie foley | gear,
- † rita mordio | n/a,
- † skeets | n/a,
- † thaddeus 'rusty' venture | doc,
- † yuichiro hyakuya | n/a
I Wish I Had a Castle in the Sky ( OPEN )
WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A
Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?
[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.
Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]
[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.
This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.
But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A
Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?
[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.
Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]
[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.
This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.
But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]
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[He gently prods his side. Mika thinks studying is easy, which in turn makes it fun. That makes it easier to work next to his classes.]
[Of course he'll miss the quality time he could have with the kids, but Yuu will make sure they're not lonely.]
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[Okay, so Yuu isn't the best student and tends to get distracted and would obviously rather be active doing something outside most of the time. But he's improving, with Mika's support and Akane reminding him about homework at least.
(Or, rather, he's improved in comparison to his canon deficit regarding his eduation a lot.)
And well. Yeah, he's usually the one helping keep the kids entertained otherwise while Mika does his homework. Still, it doesn't help the small pout at his lips as he shovels another mouthful in.]
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[He doesn't finish the thought, because he knows his friend will understand what he means. The kids will do what you do. Be a good example if you love them. But it's not said unkindly; Mika understand why they love him.]
If something is difficult, I can help you.
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[But. Well. Mika isn't wrong. Yuu's always been the one to reassure and encourage them even if they haven't been adopted yet, that they still have a family and will figure things out regardless. Not wanting to see any of them get as bitter as he was in the initial aftermath of his parents dropping him at the orphanage.]
But....I know you would.
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[Yuu inspires the people he's around so they want to become better, kinder versions of themselves. Like when he protects them from other kids who bully them, or openly reminds them they have a family. That's how Mika likes it. That leaves it up to him to try hard to keep their lives running smoothly, like making sure everyone treats each other fairly and eats enough. And speaking of eating:]
How's the food?
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[Though Yuu probably doesn't quite get as good grades as Mika, he's passing all the same. Which is enough for him for now. He's content enough to get through school and then move on, focusing on the kids. Though there are times he does get distracted and might otherwise forget to eat, without Mika reminding him.]
Mm. It's good!
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[Which is to say, kids like to break eggs and they gladly did that part once he asked them to. Smiling to himself, he starts on his own lunch. He doesn't mind making sure Yuu eats. Someone has to take care of him, or else he'll forget about himself.]
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[Sometimes the presentation might be lacking, but the taste works out - most of the time, given they're supervised anyway. Usually by one of the older teens, or at least one of the staff at the orphanage.
Yuu sits and eats, not seeming to mind if it might not necessarily look the most appetizing given the younger children's assistance in making it, as he watches them play.]
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[Practice makes perfect. In the end, the kids will get better, but that's not the important part as far as Mika is concerned. What the children will remember isn't the messy omelettes, but that their big brothers appreciated everything they did and cheered them on.]
Huh. Sit still.
[A brightly yellow leaf is caught up in Yuu's hair. Mika runs his fingers through the dark strands to catch it.]
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[He glances over to the blonde, blinking when Mika tells him to stay still, feeling the other's hand brushing through his hair to get whatever it was. At least it only turns out to be a leaf and not some bug in his hair that might have been harder to find given it's darker colouring.]
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[Mika's evidently thinking in the same lines, because as he lets the leaf be carried away by the wind, he says:]
At least it wasn't a spider.
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[At least it wasn't for hours, like in the classroom. Yuu's always been the more restless of the two of them, to say the least. As distracted and focused as he can get if something does catch his interest, for the most part, he's usually indifferent depending on the subject, at school.]
I can deal with a leaf, Mika.
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[It's not shocking that they think alike. They're both proud of the children and the make-shift family they've made.]
You say that now, but before you know it your head will look like a bird's nest.
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[Okay, maybe once he at least runs a brush through it in the mornings. But immediately after waking, sometimes it can be pretty impressive. Though by now, Yuu's given up attempting to tame his mop of hair.]
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Not saying it's bad. Baby birds would suit you, Yuu-chan.
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[Okay, so pouting and pointing the chopsticks at Mika probably isn't nearly so threatening as Yuu might hope. But it is happening. And the two of them chatting and teasing/bickering is nothing new, the other kids barely notice if they look over at all from their game.]
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[This is just a game. Just like the kids are playing their game, Mika and Yuu have their own fun. Mika is even grinning.]
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Which Mika will win, though not for Yuu's lack of stubbornness.]
i have no blue eyeed icons left so let's just pretend he looks human
[And well, straddling him just seems like common sense.]
It's okay. Mika is still a cute human.
[Well, ensuring their lunch is safe is obviously important. But Yuu still isn't sure how it ended up like this. With Mika straddling him as a couple of the younger kids watch and giggle. But they are used to the elder teens bickering and playing over the years to know this is pretty routine, quickly returning to their own game.]
Mika.
so is Yuu <3
[Speaking of letting your guard down, Akane and one of the younger boys gathers up all the leaves they can carry. Safely out of Mika's field of vision, they quietly begin to creep up on them. One step. Two step. It's hard because the leaves beneath their feet crackle ever so often as they walk, but it seems like Mika's focus is entirely on their conversation.]
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[Only, that last is muffled as he attempts to sit up some and gets his face buried in Mika's shirt, thus also not noticing the others sneaking up on them. Oblivious to what is coming, both of them distracted by the other as they are.]
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[What can he say, it's easy to get distracted when Yuu's acting like he does. Mika laughs gently, looking down at him.
That is all Akane and her little accomplice needs, and they descend on the boys with a delighted battle cry. Mika sits up in shock, letting go of Yuu's wrist in the process. Red and yellow and brown leaves rain down on them until they're both halfway covered by them.]
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[He kind of does though. Mika pinning him on his back since the day they met all those years ago right from the start.
Still, he gives a squawk of surprise at the sudden downpour of leaves, using the chance when Mika releases his hand to try bat some of them away from his face at least. Probably not so successfully. Some are also probably in his mop of hair too.]
Akane!
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We'll get you for that!
[The little boy squeals in joy at the new game. Grinning brightly, Mika offers Yuu his hand.]
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