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mikazuki "ᴍᴀɴ-ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ" augus ([personal profile] sparsity) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-04-06 09:45 pm

(open) with that soul to sell

Who: mikazuki ([personal profile] sparsity) & various & you!
What: THIS, boy and mecha are reunited. (EDIT: now a catch-all for other prompts!)
When: early april. (EDIT: and through may)
Where: thesa station - hangar deck, space, observation room! (EDIT: now on el nysa, inn wyver, mikazuki's residence)
Warning(s): mentions of kidnapping events, probably some blood. now ft. domesticity.

I. THESA STATION
[ Show us we can trust you, and he shall fall back into your capable hands.

It crosses his mind, from time to time. That promise in the face of a promise. What strength he possesses had been given to him by such things — promises. His home and heart destroyed by a force far more common than the Storm, that was all that was left. And when he had the chance to trade his compliance for another life, his, and everyone else's, he seized it. Sunk his fingers in and clawed his way back, too chaotic and exhausted with dissatisfaction to give up. Mikazuki takes because it is the only way he knows how to give.

No matter how much things stayed the same. He doesn't know what he'd proved by going through the same motions he was always going through, knuckles upside his face and blood in his mouth, deaths that remind him of being fifteen again, but this trip to Thesa yields something different.

Barbatos is no longer under Darma's lock and key.
]

A. HANGAR STATION — THE BLOOD AND SHIRTLESSNESS OPTION
[ Usually standing dormant, Gundam Barbatos cuts an intimidating figure among the Natha mobile suits. Elongated limbs capped with golden claws and notched with inhuman joints, horns jutted from atop its brow like a devil. Its pearly white color shines in the light of the bay, every seam, facet, and angle gleaming as if new.

Finding Mikazuki here with it isn't unusual, his visits with it in tandem with his visits to the stasis unit. He comes here often despite months and months of no changes in the suit's status, always quiet and standing sentinel. Like he's drawn to it by a force that can only be called fondness, stronger than any gravity. But today, the cage mount the machine is usually fixed against is lowered, two maintenance catwalks closed over its chest unit. ...And Mikazuki is no where to be found despite the area looking as if it's in launch prep.

At its front, the forward-facing cockpit hatch yawns open, and there's the sound of rustling around coming from inside. A loose shirt and jacket come drifting out, discarded, but caught harmlessly in the low gravity of the bay. Also an empty space capri sun, and a power bar wrapper...

Because that's not weird.
]

B-THE FIRST. CATAPULT DECK — THE JOYRIDE OPTION (CASUAL/NEW CR)
[ When he finally gets situated in the machine, however arduous a reunion that might be, Mikazuki requests a code for launch clearance once he figures out he's allowed. He's done his waiting, and among all the violent human familiarity and the planet's alien freedom down below, this is what he knows. However unassuming his disposition is, he's quick to grasp at it and hold tight now that he's able. Nothing has to flood back to him — it's already all there.

There's a great lurch and hiss of metal that rocks the catwalks as the cage disengages from the hangar wall, pistons whirring. A static clip fills the immediate area as Mikazuki activates his comm. Voice as mild as always despite the way it booms from the Gundam:
]

You'd better get in here if you're staying.

[ A pause. ]

They're about to let all the air out.

[ You know, no pressure. ]

B-REDUX. CATAPULT DECK — THE JOYRIDE OPTION (CLOSE CR)
[ Maybe it's all of that above, but he's not yet climbed into the suit despite being attached to it by neural system implanted at the topmost curve of his spine. It might seem a brutal, nearly inhuman thing to share synapses with a machine, to share his retinas and his cerebellum, all the blood in his body, but he wears it well. Wears it like it's pumped some of his own colors back into him, vibrancy in every one of his harsh angles.

Hanging out of the cockpit, cord curled in a wide arc behind him, he grasps the hatch with one hand to keep his balance upright and holds his other out.
]

Come on, I'll show you.

[ Be brave. You basically asked for it. ]

C. OBSERVATION ROOM — THE CHILL EXISTENTIAL OPTION
[ He's been told gaining access to this place is also a measure of trust by the Natha's standards. Mikazuki could be curious about that in itself, but he finds that he isn't, brain too full of a comfortable mechanical hum, alive with the presence of the machine he shares his strength and existence with. That's plenty enough for him, giving him a peace he hasn't known since waking up months and months ago. All the metal in his blood is singing, the natural violence of it satiating.

Not as though he looks the part, perched on the rails by the vast panels of glass overlooking the space outside as Thesa orbits El Nysa. Up this high and with no competitive light to silence them, the stars roar out against the sky. Small in comparison to that darkness, his shoulders slope, eyes reflecting the pale, celestial blue glow of the room. He's fixed on no one point, not searching for familiar constellations when there are none.

He only knows them thanks to Barbatos' guidance system, anyway.

With everything awash in that calm color, there's a lot to look at around him too. Consoles meant to track the activities in the hangar, programs monitoring the station's axis and velocity, research materials, projections of star systems thrown about. Out of the blue, he ventures to anyone partaking:
]

If it's hard for you to study like this, I'll go.

[ Despite not being loud or disruptive, he feels it, momentarily personal. The space at his side is so achingly empty that nothing else here is louder to him. ]
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[personal profile] notwagging 2018-04-23 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
... nah, I'll go with you.

[ eventually, he'll accompany Mikazuki. but for now, he has a better idea. while he goes for his gear, Keaton quietly moves to the door and sits in front of it. and with a snicker, the beaststone is quietly pulled out from his pocket and is given a squeeze.

how odd that his transformation is so quiet when his change is very dramatic!

and he's now a veritable blockade, a furry barrier that can easily prevent anyone from entering or leaving from this one exit. yes, maybe there are multiple ways in or out, but Keaton isn't thinking about that.

no, he wants to surprise Mikazuki.

and his tail that was still is now smacking the bottom of the door in a flurry of fur and anticipation. ]
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[personal profile] notwagging 2018-04-23 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ it won't be just the unswept dust that'll linger, but a mixture of the fur and dust that Keaton's tail naturally sheds and accumulates. remnants of a wolfskin who's just happy to be there, of one with an unnaturally cheery disposition and a smile that never leaves. ]

As soon I make sure you're okay and that you're easier to track, then we can go. I promise!

[ now, it's not just his tail that wags, but his entire lower half with it. ]
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[personal profile] notwagging 2018-04-23 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Yep! Come here, and I can show you.

[ he raises his arms up, claws wiggling and paw pads flexing. he's trying his best to make himself look as inviting as possible--- now his ears twitch, and even his smile widens a little bit. ]

I promise it doesn't hurt.
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[personal profile] notwagging 2018-04-23 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ good. he's within reach. Keaton leans forward, just enough so one arm can curl around Mikazuki's waist and just... pull him ever so slowly toward him. he'll stop once the human's within his embrace before wrapping him up with the other arm, smushing him against his chest. ]

Okay. Just stay here for a bit. When you smell a little like me, there's no way I'll never not find you.

[ perhaps he's being greedy or selfish, but... wanting Mikazuki's utmost safety is certainly worth such a questionable act? ]
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[personal profile] notwagging 2018-04-23 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not a hug! It's...

[ he doesn't offer another explanation, instead devoting his time and energy into making sure there's no part of Mikazuki that goes untouched. he even spends some time making sure Mikazuki smells the same, and he does--- minus being a little more clean. which is fine! Keaton doesn't mind cleanliness, unless it's his own... or a place that he spends a lot of time in. ]

... not a hug.
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[personal profile] notwagging 2018-04-27 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sure I do, but I'm pretty sure that's a really good thing.

[ actually, he knows it is. he just doesn't want to say it so explicitly, especially when he continues to wrap himself around Mikazuki. there's almost no way to tell how far he can bury the human in his fur, arms barely needing to flex to draw him in. almost like a big fluffy pillow with extra cushion. ]

It's... hard to describe what you smell like. It's more like a feeling.

[ one that he'd be hard pressed to explain, one easier done with actions as he tucks his chin over the top of Mikazuki's head. ]
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[personal profile] notwagging 2018-05-05 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's funny, but only because Keaton doesn't feel that Mikazuki is fragile or vulnerable. no, it's simply a basic need to be protective of anything--- a desire to keep dear treasures close out of fear of losing them. people can also be treasures, but not as things that have to be kept on a shelf or in his case, neatly piled somewhere.

polishing Mikazuki would be a pretty... unique thing to do. ]


Either way, uh... once you pass my inspection, I'll let you go. But only for now! I'm going to have to keep holding you like this on a regular basis, okay?

[ and by holding, firm snuggles. touches of a big nose against Mikazuki's cheek, possibly with nuzzles of a human-like cheek. he can't be shifted all the time. ]
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[personal profile] notwagging 2018-05-11 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ is it that obvious? well. it probably is. he doesn't feel like letting go, and his inspection could clearly take hours. every breath he takes is slower and deeper than the prior one, big padded nose touching Mikazuki's. an Eskimo kiss, until the tiniest bit of pink makes contact. his small is probably a healthy medium, but it's... it's something, and it's there. ]

I... do. [ a beat, then a gulp: ] Do you want to stay?

[ he wouldn't keep Mikazuki from leaving, if he really wanted to. but he'd probably have a tail. a shadow. a really big one. ]
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[personal profile] notwagging 2018-05-11 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ and Keaton has been working desperately to make sure his friends have been safe. though somehow, he always ends up with Mikazuki on his mind. his scent, always a little on his nose, lingering like a spirit that wouldn't leave him... or that he wouldn't let go. because as much as Mikazuki reminds him of home, minus the giant robot, Keaton knows his heart ultimately settles on something a little more than just a close friendship. ]

Well. I guess I did my job.

[ what job is it, to prevent someone else from going on theirs? it is a matter of feeling and a quiet tenderness, a soft rumble in his chest as he smiles wide--- a wicked grin to his enemies, but the happiest that Keaton could express himself.

that and the fastest tail ever. it's... the door is getting the best dusting.

as in, it's getting dustier. ]
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[personal profile] notwagging 2018-05-14 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ with a chuckle, Keaton continues to lean forward, covering Mikazuki with his fur and bulk as he hums in thought. yes, he did get his way and what comes next is probably very important. it could make or break anything and everything. ]

... can I hold you a while longer?

[ it's not to say that Keaton is exhausted. no, it's being so comfortable in his belief that rest would come easier here. ]

And then I'd like to... go with you. I really didn't want to keep you from going anywhere, but.

[ is it okay to be selfish? it feels like a human thing. he should be able to do whatever he wants but being considerate toward someone that he feels strong affection for is important, too. ]
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[personal profile] notwagging 2018-05-19 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Tomorrow. [ another rumble, and he huffs in agreement as well. ] Sounds good to me.

[ though to be honest, Mikazuki could propose anything and he'd be on board for it. he gives the human a puppy kiss, a gentle tap of his nose to go with another touch of his tongue. it's becoming harder for him to keep his eyes open, making him nervous if it means he'll have to lower his guard. the worst kind of guard woof is the sleeping kind, after all. ]

I like you... so thanks for making me happy.

[ in a way, he doesn't really know what he's trying to say. but he's doing it regardless. ]