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sparsity) & various & you!What: october plot - open prompts, closed starters.
When: various days in october.
Where: olympia & thesa.
Warning(s): violence, probably murder.
I. YOU'VE GROWN OUT OF US
[ All things considered, the events leading up to Olympia's current state are familiar in the way the lay of a skeleton is familiar, flesh stripped from bone, the impression of something once whole. Bare joints exposed, a working order, if not quite... right. Explosions rocking a populated area, terrified people, dubious claims opening up a chasm of blame for anyone free to explore. It leaves too much to people he doesn't trust. Too much like the colonies he saw falsely accused.
Years ago and yet fresh again, for all the subtleties he doesn't understand about it. All he knows is that people are ready to fight.
Mikazuki isn't really the vigilante sort, though he's moving through the streets of Olympia like he is, eyes trained and alert as he glances down alleyways he passes, storefronts and establishments a little too dark. He's most familiar with the marketplace, as much as he's a familiar face there too. All its corners have been thrown with smoke, illness, and shadow. Electricity is in the air, the same sort after the announcement. Mikazuki tastes it as he rounds the bars he knows, looking no where near old enough to enter one and now not marked by Ashti's stone or uniform to signify he's patrolling them, instead dressed in somber neutrals.
His pace only slows when he comes across one of the posters strewn about the city, wide things pasted sideways to the front of a building. Broad daylight, people around, hunters, accomplices. None of that matters. Only the face on it matters, a boy no older than himself, blocky angles and friendly eyes.
Reaching up, he scrapes his nails across its topmost edge and tears it off, crumpling the pieces in his palms. To anyone within earshot that may have stopped in light of his display, he passes a glance to. ]
What?
[ Polite, as always. ]
II. AND YOU'VE BEEN DYING TO GO
[ Every so often, the liveliness of Olympia drives Mikazuki to space. Not because of the noise, but because the conflict this time isn't his noise. It's not Tekkadan, not their conflict, save for those here with him now in the crossfire again. That's the only loyalty he owes, the only allegiance he has. Except this one thing.
Show us we can trust you.
Those words shadow his footsteps as he makes his way through Thesa and into the hangar, the chilly smell of alloy and fuel stinging pleasantly in his nose. He knows his way by heart now, just like he knows his way by heart through the stasis units on Alria to the one he visits day after day. It's quiet up here, compared to the surface below. There's an odd shuttle that takes off or docks in a whir of hydraulics, the natural shift and boom of metal, even at rest. But it's not any of the mass produced training machines that he's focused on as his footsteps thud across the catwalk lining the hangar perimeter, secured in front of the mobile suits. No, it's farther down that he focuses on, where the makes of suits starts to shift. Eventually, he slows next to a hulking white machine, crowned and clawed in gold. ]
Sleeping like usual. [ With no one else around him, he's actually addressing the suit. Hands in pockets, his gaze travels up and up, settling on its clean, quiet face plate. Repaired from that moment he was brought, breathing, to Thesa. ] I wonder what you'd want to do about this, too.
[ ...if there was any doubt that he's legitimately talking to a robot. ]
(ooc. closed starters below, if you'd like something specific feel free to hit me up here, rivalry, or axia#4656!)
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And he doesn't know.
He doesn't know what to do. ]
Those people. I mean, they didn't do anything and now-- now you guys... Mikazuki, I think I should just go in.
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[ In any world, that'd be true. It'd be one thing if it was a fight to go barreling into, but this time, it's not even that. If Mikazuki wouldn't let him go off to Gjallarhorn, he won't let him try the same thing with Olympia, either. Whatever they've been afforded, it's not worth losing the same things all over again. ]
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[ It's not fair to them. They all seemed to be doing okay. There were opportunities here they hadn't had before. What was the point in letting all that go for him? Especially for Eugene and Yamagi for whom he had been nothing but a ghost for years. He can't come back just to do this to them. ]
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[ Though Mikazuki has a petulant streak worthy of his seventeen years alive, dying has tempered it in ways he understands too well, despite his struggles with emotions. He asks that because he's being genuine, as if the answer is sitting right there and Shino is just refusing to look at it. ]
None of what's here matters. [ It hadn't been bad to them before now, more free than any of them have experienced. But it hadn't taken anything to achieve it, except to die back home. ] I do what I can for you.
[ For Tekkadan. Anything else comes second. ]
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[ Mikazuki says everything without doubt. There's never an ounce of him that falters when he decides to speak. He's full of conviction and Shino's sure he's not the only one who is envious of it. He sighs gently and crosses his arms over his knees. ]
This whole thing has given me the worst headache... damn.
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I'll tell you this. If we'd done things our way last time, it wouldn't have turned out that way.
[ They'd never lost sight of what they wanted, but Mikazuki allowed other people to stand in their way. Those alliances, the games that forced them into trusting others who were using them. Not killing or just forcing their way through where it was easier to. That fell to him, and he'd failed. ]
This time...
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[ He can't see fault in what Mikazuki had been doing. It was always Orga's orders and Orga usually knew best what to do, didn't he? Talking so big about his own plan, it just feels like he embarrassed himself now. ]
This time?
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[ Not Olympia, not the terrorists, not other refugees. If this was his shot at fulfilling the promise that gave him life in the first place, at finding his purpose again rather than letting it be wrenched by his fingers piece by piece, he's going to hold tighter than he ever has. Everything else could fall around him.
But not this. ]
You're staying here.
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Just like that, huh? No choice?
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[ It's that same finality that he's always had. Chin tipping down, he knows that Shino hadn't been there when the last of Tekkadan's foundation came crumbling down on itself, leaving...
Well, just him. And the imprint of a voice so familiar it makes him ache, sometimes. ]
Orga wouldn't let you go either.
[ Not this time. He's sure of it. ]
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[ Even if it would make it easier for everyone, self-sacrifice just wasn't allowed. He'd done it once already, intentionally or no. He's not allowed to get away with it again, is he? ]
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That's right. So stay put until I find a way through.
[ A moment of consideration, that quiet kind not given much thought, though the weight is visible on his small frame all the same. ]
Eugene too.
[ Whatever time passed, they can continue to jump that hurdle later. Right now, it's back to what they know. ]
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I'll keep put then. Promise.