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man even i don't know what the shit | AU | open?
It was a fine morning, fine enough to find Scylla sitting on a nice bench, reliving the delicious memory of his birth. His Gate had been attacked, then had escaped due to the interference of the ring wizard. Fortunately—or unfortunately, for him—he'd run right to the place Phantom Siren had expected him to go. It was in the hospital room that his Gate started losing himself; he'd been allowed enough time to try to fight off Siren and then had had to watch as he'd failed, as Siren plunged her blade into the heart-support's body.
And then— Ah, yes. She'd left, leaving the Gate alone with the body. The cracks spread thicker and deeper, confirming with his own hands that the one who supported his heart was gone. Would never return. The rampaging madness of the monster inside him had torn apart the final remaining vestiges of hope, had made him attempt every futile little thing he could think of in the vain attempt to find life again and when he'd failed, Scylla was free.
And here he was now, enjoying this fine day. What did it matter that Siren wanted to see him? Obviously she didn't appreciate the finer things in life; she didn't even remember her awakening. What a waste.
And then— Ah, yes. She'd left, leaving the Gate alone with the body. The cracks spread thicker and deeper, confirming with his own hands that the one who supported his heart was gone. Would never return. The rampaging madness of the monster inside him had torn apart the final remaining vestiges of hope, had made him attempt every futile little thing he could think of in the vain attempt to find life again and when he'd failed, Scylla was free.
And here he was now, enjoying this fine day. What did it matter that Siren wanted to see him? Obviously she didn't appreciate the finer things in life; she didn't even remember her awakening. What a waste.
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cosmicstates2013-03-25 11:37 amnowhere to be | gentarou kisaragi | open
[so there's this guy hanging around the rabbit hatch like he belongs here.
even though there's no school today.]
even though there's no school today.]
mathemagician2013-03-14 10:16 amEntry tags:
morning after | outsiders canon | ryusei and kengo
The night had been rather uneventful. While Ryusei slept, Kengo had quietly worked at his desk on his latest project. There were no Foodroids to do any kind of reconnaissance work, which had made him feel even more useless during the adjutant attack. He would have felt bad for sending Burgermeal into danger, but that was what they were for -- to handle jobs that he couldn't risk his life with. Tracking the adjutants would have been useful.
Aside from that, he'd talked with Daisen, the salarian who owned Ariake Technologies (or at least the branch he worked at) about alternatives. There were combat drones that could be created and compatible with the omni-tool. It wasn't good for tracking, but it would be a handy defensive tool when Kengo had few options. There was the option of depending on others, but Kengo didn't want to be defenseless for the rest of his life.
During the night, Kengo occasionally got up from his work to clear his head, quietly pacing around the room and checking on Ryusei. Some part of him expected the other would suddenly die or disappear now that someone familiar had finally shown up, though he wondered if he should have been more worried about the potential that Ryusei would try to kill him while he was distracted.
After a number of hours had passed, Kengo had put his head down on his desk to rest his eyes for awhile, but had ended up falling asleep instead. The last three weeks, he'd barely slept at all thanks to different factors. It would have surprised him, though, that he had managed to fall asleep in the same room as Ryusei.
Aside from that, he'd talked with Daisen, the salarian who owned Ariake Technologies (or at least the branch he worked at) about alternatives. There were combat drones that could be created and compatible with the omni-tool. It wasn't good for tracking, but it would be a handy defensive tool when Kengo had few options. There was the option of depending on others, but Kengo didn't want to be defenseless for the rest of his life.
During the night, Kengo occasionally got up from his work to clear his head, quietly pacing around the room and checking on Ryusei. Some part of him expected the other would suddenly die or disappear now that someone familiar had finally shown up, though he wondered if he should have been more worried about the potential that Ryusei would try to kill him while he was distracted.
After a number of hours had passed, Kengo had put his head down on his desk to rest his eyes for awhile, but had ended up falling asleep instead. The last three weeks, he'd barely slept at all thanks to different factors. It would have surprised him, though, that he had managed to fall asleep in the same room as Ryusei.
mathemagician2013-03-06 08:50 pmcalmer weather | kengo utahoshi and ryusei sakuta
For now, it seemed the worst of the storm had passed. Weeks had gone by since Gentarou's death and subsequent revival. Ryusei had betrayed the KRC and also been seemingly forgiven by all of them. Everything seemed fairly normal, aside from the dark cloud on the horizon that the club opted to ignore at times. While things were calm and happy now, the war was still ongoing. Horoscopes were still appearing and attacks were still happening. It would only get worse. In time, it would be too much to ignore.
This was part of the reason Kengo had ducked out of class an hour earlier to go to the infirmary. There were no longer the days of leaving class to go to the Rabbit Hatch and work on Switches in solitude. No more Switches needed to be made and Kengo had spent far too much time going over the older ones again and again until he was forced to stop. Repetition did nothing good for anyone when things were already at their best. This, today, was an honest health issue. While he knew it wasn't the quietest location in the school, it was a better alternative to finding a place on the floor in the Rabbit Hatch and having to deal with everyone when they showed up.
Kengo's case was on the floor next to his bed, his cell phone out of his pocket and on the table top, just in case anyone decided to call him using it. His jacket was off and draped over the side of the bed, his tie loosened just enough to not bother him while he slept.
Unfortunately, even with medicine the nurse had given him, the pain in his head wouldn't completely subside.
This was part of the reason Kengo had ducked out of class an hour earlier to go to the infirmary. There were no longer the days of leaving class to go to the Rabbit Hatch and work on Switches in solitude. No more Switches needed to be made and Kengo had spent far too much time going over the older ones again and again until he was forced to stop. Repetition did nothing good for anyone when things were already at their best. This, today, was an honest health issue. While he knew it wasn't the quietest location in the school, it was a better alternative to finding a place on the floor in the Rabbit Hatch and having to deal with everyone when they showed up.
Kengo's case was on the floor next to his bed, his cell phone out of his pocket and on the table top, just in case anyone decided to call him using it. His jacket was off and draped over the side of the bed, his tie loosened just enough to not bother him while he slept.
Unfortunately, even with medicine the nurse had given him, the pain in his head wouldn't completely subside.
mathemagician2013-03-05 07:39 pmforcing interaction one way or another!
[awkward shifting everywhere, why am i wearing this thing where people can see me and why are you letting people into my home. i told you i don't want to talk to anyone.]
asteroidbelt2013-03-04 08:42 pmryusei flashing is grounds for no joy
[shirtless]
... This isn't going to hurt, is it?
... This isn't going to hurt, is it?
asteroidbelt2013-02-22 09:47 pmno spy music allowed in rabbi thatch | ryusei sakuta and kengo utahoshi
It was quiet when Ryusei walked into Rabbit Hatch. Good, there wasn't anyone in here. He made his way quickly to the control room and pulled out Meteor Switch; he needed to do this quickly before anyone came in. Tachibana's support was all very well and good, but Meteor's status was always either dictated to him or sent in a box. Nothing like the real-time updates Rabbit Hatch could do, and if Ryusei wanted to get a full picture of Meteor's capabilities, he needed to do a little sneaky diagnostic right now, right here.
Don't look down on me.
Tachibana couldn't ever again insinuate that Ryusei was at fault for weaknesses in battle. He had received Meteor Storm, but he didn't want to have to ask for another upgrade, even if he was confident that Tachibana would give it to him. He was grateful to Tachibana for doing so. But on the other hand, Tachibana had taken advantage of his situation—of Jirou's situation—to manipulate Ryusei. Oh yes, he remembered it, even if he was loathe to mention it to Tachibana. Just in case.
Quickly. He tapped his fingers on the table as Meteor Switch was scanned. After a harrowing moment, the results finally came up on the screen. Ryusei leaned forward.
Don't look down on me.
Tachibana couldn't ever again insinuate that Ryusei was at fault for weaknesses in battle. He had received Meteor Storm, but he didn't want to have to ask for another upgrade, even if he was confident that Tachibana would give it to him. He was grateful to Tachibana for doing so. But on the other hand, Tachibana had taken advantage of his situation—of Jirou's situation—to manipulate Ryusei. Oh yes, he remembered it, even if he was loathe to mention it to Tachibana. Just in case.
Quickly. He tapped his fingers on the table as Meteor Switch was scanned. After a harrowing moment, the results finally came up on the screen. Ryusei leaned forward.
wishuponthestars2013-02-17 10:47 pmvisiting royalty | kouhei hayami and tatsumori yamada
All of this was really quite tiring.
If it wasn't focusing on fulfilling Gamou's requests, avoiding upsetting any of the other Horoscopes, or dealing with Natsuji Kijima's antics, it was normal principal duties getting in the way of important things. While becoming principal of Amanogawa High School had at first been an excuse to keep Hayami in a position of power in the school, he'd slowly grown into his role and worked with it. The admiration he gained from students certainly helped to boost his ego, but more and more were the dangers of the job starting to become clear to him. The chairman's goal was getting closer. ... where would that leave him, once they finally reached it?
One of the jobs Hayami meant to keep up on was keeping track of any of his current projects. With Sonoda being sent away, he felt as though he'd been knocked down quite a few pegs as far as the respect he'd gained from Gamou. Now he had to try to rebuild it and none of his other projects were working out well. The only one he had now was Tatsumori Yamada, who had transferred from Amanogawa and claimed a kingdom for himself just far out of reach enough to be considered annoying. It meant Hayami had to drop everything else for a day just to check in on him. The stubborn ram couldn't be convinced to leave his subjects.
After finding a free spot in his schedule, Hayami had driven to Subaruboshi, intent on finding the other and checking the student's progress whether he welcomed the visit or not. All of these students trying to exert their power over Hayami -- first with Kijima and now with Yamada -- he was starting to get frustrated. Nothing seemed to be going his way.
Hayami's walk to the front gate of Subaruboshi was already gaining attention from a few students, though most of them didn't seem to give him more time than a quick glance. He forced himself to give his usual smile, hoping at least to keep his mask up long enough to give the impression that he had nothing whatsoever to do with whatever Yamada had gotten himself in to. Keeping his identity secret was something he'd like to do for a bit longer.
If it wasn't focusing on fulfilling Gamou's requests, avoiding upsetting any of the other Horoscopes, or dealing with Natsuji Kijima's antics, it was normal principal duties getting in the way of important things. While becoming principal of Amanogawa High School had at first been an excuse to keep Hayami in a position of power in the school, he'd slowly grown into his role and worked with it. The admiration he gained from students certainly helped to boost his ego, but more and more were the dangers of the job starting to become clear to him. The chairman's goal was getting closer. ... where would that leave him, once they finally reached it?
One of the jobs Hayami meant to keep up on was keeping track of any of his current projects. With Sonoda being sent away, he felt as though he'd been knocked down quite a few pegs as far as the respect he'd gained from Gamou. Now he had to try to rebuild it and none of his other projects were working out well. The only one he had now was Tatsumori Yamada, who had transferred from Amanogawa and claimed a kingdom for himself just far out of reach enough to be considered annoying. It meant Hayami had to drop everything else for a day just to check in on him. The stubborn ram couldn't be convinced to leave his subjects.
After finding a free spot in his schedule, Hayami had driven to Subaruboshi, intent on finding the other and checking the student's progress whether he welcomed the visit or not. All of these students trying to exert their power over Hayami -- first with Kijima and now with Yamada -- he was starting to get frustrated. Nothing seemed to be going his way.
Hayami's walk to the front gate of Subaruboshi was already gaining attention from a few students, though most of them didn't seem to give him more time than a quick glance. He forced himself to give his usual smile, hoping at least to keep his mask up long enough to give the impression that he had nothing whatsoever to do with whatever Yamada had gotten himself in to. Keeping his identity secret was something he'd like to do for a bit longer.