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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. ]
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[ Well. More Oops...
He lets out a short laugh, feeling some humor coming back into him. He moves his hand to rub his palm between Yamagi's shoulder blades. ]
I'm not gonna. I'd never get sick of anyone in Tekkadan, but especially not you.
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[It's the closest Yamagi comes to baring his soul to the point of vulnerability, deflecting it with awkward self deprecation only softens the unease somewhat.
Chin resting on the expanse of Shino's chest, it's easy to forget it's Yamagi's mission to comfort his pilot, the warmth spreading across his back and easing his limbs working its way like magic.]
I'm going to make you happy. I promise.
I'm going to keep you safe this time.
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You don't gotta worry about all that, Yamagi. I know you're older than me now but... y'know, I'm a big boy. I'm just happy that you're sticking around. I'm happy just having you here. But I appreciate it. Other than Eugene, I don't think anyone's ever looked out for just me before. Not like this.