Intro Overflow: May

[moustre]

Intro Log: May, Overflow

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[lonewanderer]

The healers I know would inject me with something and kick me out the door, [ Lex laughs, absently rubbing at an arm. ] More injuries, more business.

[ Maybe that was a disservice to them, but- they didn't have the time, energy, supplies, or space for long-term care for any but the most serious of cases. What they did have were effective supplies, and if Lex had any of her RadAway on her when she came through, she would have been fine. ]

Not sure, though. Right now it sounds like they could use the bodies, but if we're less useful than we appear...

[ Existential dread? Nah, this was survival. ]

[expressed]

[ being difficult is as natural as breathing air for someone like rohan... I'm sorry giorno it just be like that when u have a questionable fashion sense & a lot of money ]

It's rather simple, actually. It's because I didn't want to. [ But mainly because he just wanted to know what the hell the other was doing first before answering, it's only fair, right? And now that he knows, as plain of an answer that is, he indulges in Giorno's curiosity. Rohan puts a hand to his hip, the other gesturing vaguely towards the crowd. ]

Although I doubt it's for similar reasons, I am also people watching. My work will not stop just because my publisher can't reach me. When I return I must be prepared, [ He's hoping he'll only have to do a manuscript or two, because as good a material these people are he'd much rather be in Morioh figuring out all that nonsense instead of the nonsense here. ] regardless of the situation I find myself in. Does that answer your question?

[futhark]

I'd rather they called us here for a reason— [ Mainly because he's not fond of magical accidents, they usually go wrong ] but you're right that's way too optimistic scenario.

[ The first thing Caster notices when they leave the building- that sure is one moon too many on the sky. This whole thing with mirrors (and this place in general) is so weird he had even forgotten about something very basic ]

...name's Caster, by the way. [ Just throwing an introduction ]

[tinyfood]

Huh, you really think so? [ Entrapta taps her pencil against her chin. ] I guess even the First Ones' society collapsed...

[ She leans forward a little, though, lowering the pencil to the paper again. ] Okay, but you have to tell me more about how people make this work, I need more data.

[galrad]

[ Keith laughed as she sat up, smiling despite himself and nodding in agreement. ]

Definitely. What, do people just expect you to stand on the sidelines while they do all of the work? Especially when it could be dangerous? No way. Not if I'm around.

[galrad]

[ Woah. Okay. He has clearly overwhelmed Newt's mind, here. Keith recenters himself and vows to go a little slower on the information dump. Or at least- try. ]

Yeah. For several years, now. Travelling around the universe- seen a lot of crazy places, a lot of incredible things. They say the universe is big, but... it's incredible, too.

[ Quietly, Kosmo rolled over to expose his belly to the zouwo, surely a language the other would understand. He wasn't a threat, he wouldn't hurt Newt or Greg. He'd just smelled something unique and different, and wanted to check it out for himself. Friends, Greg? ]

[galrad]

...See, I remember that. But the thing is- for me we've already made it to Earth. The Galra were invading our planet... we fought and defeated Sendak, and after that... that's when the mech- or creature- I don't really know- showed up.

Allura... we almost lost. I don't even know if the other's made it. It... it was going to self-destruct. We flew it out of atmosphere, to save the planet. [ Keith's voice had grown quiet as he spoke, eyes darkening, slipping from her face to his own hands where he gripped the blanket in white knuckles. ]

That's why I was in such bad shape. The last thing I remember- [ He hesitated, wondering for a moment if he should tell her, but... what was the point in keeping it from her?

They were a team. ]

The last thing I remember, we were falling.

[holybeasts]

[Ah, so familiar. She flops back down almost dramatically.]

People are full of good intentions but honestly, it can get frustrating when they do want you to stand back.

[usurpers]

[ — ah. there it is: crestfallen baby blue eyes. at least he’s getting used to it and, discovering the wonders. alone. he can’t even let them know where he is by radio call. ]

. . . We’ll figure something out. At least to give them some word.

[ how do world hopping mechanics work: the mystery. after a pause and wrapping the watch with his fingers: ]

What’s your name?

[justbeingknife]

[ As Nel spoke, the man was busy raising his eyebrows -- and he looked about two seconds away from waggling them dramatically, so it was with great relief that Majima accepted the little plate of fish the man handed them. "Awww, I suppose that's close enough, then! Good luck with the Missus! Mittens, I mean!"

Was this cat somehow infamous ]

Why do I get the feelin' this is all some elaborate practical joke? Alright, so have ya ever caught a cat before?

[justbeingknife]

I wouldn't say no to a discreet exit.

[ Which was going to have to involve some quick moving, actually, borderline power-walking, which wasn't quite as dignified as his customary stroll but you know what

Petunia looked like a serious electrical hazard, so he cut through an alleyway that looked like it'd be too narrow for her to follow. ]

Y'know, I don't really believe in bad luck. On the other hand, this's the first time I've ever been eyeballed by a robot gator.

[ishisstrength]

[Justine chances a glance at the elegant stranger, her expression hesitant as her lips gently part. She doesn't know what to say or how to articulate what she's feeling. Her head is buzzing with too many thoughts and there is nothing to help hold them back.]

What if... what if there was something in this world, a dream, that you'd given up on but you have to return home.

[She meets his gaze for the fraction of a second before looking away again. Justine tries to avoid eye contact for as much as she can.] What would you do?

[It's a seemingly theoretical question except that it isn't. Justine feels as if she'd been stolen away from her future, her death and everything that her life had been coming too but then she appeared here. She can have a life here but then Thomas will die...

She can't return home now and it's making her hesitate in everything that she does.]

I don't know if I can be much help to you.

[Justine doesn't consider herself useful. Perhaps if sex is involved but she has a feeling that this man is talking about something else entirely.]

[veilfires]

[It’s best for the both of them if Solas is just this deeply engrossed in his research, so if his eyebrow does twitch with vexation it’s probably at some illogical conclusion he’s just read.

(Also this book is fascinating.)]

Of course.

[Have a good day, Francel. Twelve guide you.]

[princessences]

...That's a good way to put it.

[ "Suffered twice." Sometimes it's impossible not to worry, but worrying needlessly isn't productive either.

But then, of course, there's the niffler. Allura's hand is still at her ear like she needs to protect said earring, but she...she gets that some species are programmed a certain way. Still rude, though. ]

It's...it's alright.

[ Allura regains her composure and slowly lowers her hand. Can she reason with it? ]

These aren't just jewelry--they're very important to me and let me communicate with my team over great distances. I know they're very pretty, but they aren't something I can share. Do you understand?

[scaling]

[ The words echo his own earlier hopefulness, and the feeling balloons again in Akira's chest as he nods. ]

Yeah. [ Because he can't leave it like this. They probably think he's in danger (which he may very well be, even if not immediate) or, worse, dead. As much as Akira knows the Phantom Thieves are capable of carrying on without him, it's hard to stomach the idea of them worrying about him like they must be.

It's better that he doesn't dwell on that right now, so he's grateful for the subject change. ]

Akira Kurusu.

[guillotine]

[ She likes their prospects a bit less if the pet they're chasing is an escape artist, parting from the man's fish stall reluctantly after dispensing with the urge to interrogate him for longer. ]

Certainly not.

[ It isn't a helpful reply, so knowing this, Nel tugs the scarf looser around her neck and continues while they trudge down the narrow road. ]

... but if we start anywhere, it should be in higher ground. [ Her hand sweeps before them, drawing his ear to the hustle and bustle of living. ] I'll climb to the rooftops and keep pace. Know any hand signals?

[guillotine]

[ Sidestepping, Nel could chuckle. What she does is exhale lightly through her nose and hide her mouth behind the comfortable shadow of a scarf. ]

As you say. Farewell, then.

[guillotine]

Yes. I appreciate your being quick to comprehend.

[ Rather than say the other things crawling off the end of her tongue, Nel turns her withdrawn gaze to the dawn after the path she and Solas have gone down introduces them to a secluded trellis and garden; some plants she recognizes for their poisonous properties, but her eyes are on the light, that inexorable, inevitable beginning.

She isn't cognizant of the time between then and resting on a bench of marble, lengthy enough for a partner to join without their sides touching. The look on her face is empty of anything describable. Some spell cast by the newborn sun demands that she be truthful. ]

Traditions are entrenched and backed by resentment, misinformation. It's in the history we're taught.

[youkoso]

( how wonderful it is, to be so awfully human; it is one of kaoru's better qualities, and one he understands that here he must protect.

that kaoru asks him this sounds to rei less like kaoru holds concern for him, but more that he holds concern for himself. the burden of a unitmate as a monster— a sense of hopelessness that rei, for once, doesn't seem to know the answers— or, more simply, he looks to rei for a reflection of himself. if rei is a witch, perhaps kaoru will be fine? or, if rei is a monster, and kaoru is one, too, perhaps he'll have someone to confide in . . . ?

. . . the latter-most isn't likely at all; it's simply wishful thinking to imagine kaoru might willingly confide in him about anything. so, it's more probably one of the former categories. )

Do our hearts change, whether we are within God's grace, or without it? God held the Saint Jeanne as His agent of salvation, and she was burnt at the stake as a witch, still devout. We are not what is made of us, nor what some greater deity deigns us be; we are made of sweat and blood and muscle, and very little holy either way.

( rei lets his eyes stay settled on the petal cupped in his hands, the gentle vibration of the waters from the natural swaying of his hands a calming sight. he may not see kaoru, but in his mind's eye there draw upon kaoru's form cracks; these faint flaws in his form that comprise the human condition. insecurity; anxiety— the faintest fear that settles along the gutter of his voice. this runs into another crack— a selfish concern for the self, which—it seems to rei—kaoru uses to disguise his own more tender heart, and this, in turn, runs a fissure across kaoru's body. should kaoru let the trembling of his voice spill, perhaps those fault lines would lend his frail body to shattering.

he lets a hole part between his palms, letting the water flow from it. the petal drowns beneath the water pressure before it bolts its way back up to float upon the water's surface, and rei lifts his gaze. his expression is calm as he looks to kaoru, and across those cracks, he draws gold. )

But if it troubles you so dearly that you inquire, shall I help you bear it until you feel certain to walk on your own? I'm quite comfortable here myself, having been born a monster— for our Kaoru-kun, so overwhelmingly human, it must be quite dizzying to be surrounded with such magicks. Whether you burn me through error or need an ally on which to teeth, allow me to be of aid. I am, after all, the leader of UNDEAD, no matter when or where we are, and to be there for you all is my duty.

( none of this, of course, answers whether or not rei has managed any magic, but he sets those thoughts aside for a time where kaoru isn't around. for now, his priority is being of aid to kaoru, so clearly agitated by the tensions; rei doesn't want kaoru to lose himself in all of this. )

[usurpers]

Both . . . [ yeah idfk how he managed to be ripped when he’d realistically be malnourished af. titan biology, man. ] You’ve seen things like this?

[ and they get their crepes: delicious and oozing cheese. ]

[futhark]

[ The images slowly return, more clear the more Caster focuses on her face and the recollection. Absentmindedly he reaches to touch her face— they danced, didn't they? In the fairy court ]

—I saw your face in my dream. [ He blurts it out without thinking, but that's what he starts to remember.

And for once, it's not even a pick-up line ]

[veilfires]

[He juts out his chin, frustrated, obstinate and damp.]

Regardless, I think discerning where this reality and the otherworld intersect more important than a little flame.

[lonewanderer]

Two hundred years.

[ Almost exactly, but few people are counting the anniversary anymore. For the pre-war ghouls, it was a reminder of the day everything changed, including themselves. For everyone else... ancient history. The world had nearly been destroyed that way and they lived in what was left, and that was just what it was. ]

I grew up in a place that was mostly sealed off; we had things left from before the war to learn about. Most of them barely matter anymore.

[ What good was naming the twenty-fifth president when you were being stalked by a Deathclaw? ]

[boneofsword]

[Archer chooses mix of spicy and mild wraps, with extra drink resembling fruity milkshake. It makes a meal suited for two, since the drink has two straws.]

Let's move there. [Archer tilts his head where a bit further ahead stools and tables are arranged.]

[rescuro]

It is something serious! Gravely so!
You just do not have the capacity to understand it!