[The ship isn't listening, and neither is Takasugi.
He's locked in place, pinned by uneven gravity and the nauseousness of relinquishing his post to another.
To do what?
To become immobilized. Not by fear. Never by fear.
By loss of control. By loss of some sense of himself? By such an overwhelming wave of anger and everywhere to direct it?
He doesn't know. Sitting back down would be easy if he knew.
Head lulling, Takasugi's vision ebbs from black to the grey of the ship with an indifferent sheen, like the eyes of the boy still attempting to force control of their trajectory.
Mikazuki isn't concerned about possible or impossible.
He simply has to do it.
With nails scraping down the hull, Takasugi wrenches himself along with the rhythm of the ship's turbulence. The disturbance guides him to his seat, and there, with a fist slammed into the recalibrate button hard enough to crack it, he seizes the controls.] Pull up.
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He's locked in place, pinned by uneven gravity and the nauseousness of relinquishing his post to another.
To do what?
To become immobilized. Not by fear. Never by fear.
By loss of control. By loss of some sense of himself? By such an overwhelming wave of anger and everywhere to direct it?
He doesn't know. Sitting back down would be easy if he knew.
Head lulling, Takasugi's vision ebbs from black to the grey of the ship with an indifferent sheen, like the eyes of the boy still attempting to force control of their trajectory.
Mikazuki isn't concerned about possible or impossible.
He simply has to do it.
With nails scraping down the hull, Takasugi wrenches himself along with the rhythm of the ship's turbulence. The disturbance guides him to his seat, and there, with a fist slammed into the recalibrate button hard enough to crack it, he seizes the controls.] Pull up.