dec and jan catch all [closed]

[shikomizue]

Who: Takasugi Shinsuke (shikomizue) & various
What: Catch-all for December / January
When: Throughout December / January
Where: Thesa, will edit as necessary
Warning(s): Alcohol use, Drug use, probably some PTSD/vivid war flashbacks, graphic violence

[Individual starters in the comments!]

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[shikomizue]

[The steady progression of the ship flows from its stalwart pilot. Mikazuki's grasp hasn't faltered - not on the ship, and not on the expanse around them. He wants to sink his teeth into that mettle, feel it pool and pour.

There'd be no end to the flow.

A gauge on the display tells Takasugi how much distance they cover.

The descent is approaching.

But they've gone nowhere.]

Aa, you sure?

Might be fun. [There's no levity to his joke.]

[sparsity]

[ A descent is much less smooth than the endless well of time space keeps suspended within it. But now that the planet is within sight, its atmosphere a glowing, protective layer over it, the destination is there to remind them that the deep and the dark is not yet theirs.

The craft shudders and Mikazuki doesn't fight it. ]

You can, if you want.

[ Not that altruistic. His life only gives him so much opportunity for it. ]

[shikomizue]

[Takasugi's laugh rings out over the shuddering metal. Hollow sounds mingle, until it's almost impossible to discern which high pitched groan is organic, and which belongs to cold steel.

He's thrown his head back, damp hair sticking to the headrest.

It's not the first time he's had a joke thrown back in his face, his own disregard for his life trumped by another's lack of care for that very thing. He'd laughed in the past, too, but not in eruption.

He knows it's relief lightening his chest.

Pressing his lips together in a tight line, Takasugi swallows it all.]

I'll let you make the call, this time. [He'll only provide minimal piloting, coaxing the machinery towards the impending landing.]

[sparsity]

Then this is the way.

[ With that measure of disregard both mirrored and placed behind a contradictory bulwark of trust, Mikazuki takes control with no ill will or hesitation. Not even that sharp bark of laughter gets to him; he might not even know its meaning. The ship rattles as it scrapes atmosphere, the belly of it sending super-heated particles blasting over the windshield.

The entire thing drags, suspended between gravity and friction that reddens the interior of the craft. Mikazuki simply holds it steady and looks ahead as the lights and shadows roar, waiting for the ship to tear through to the blue underneath. ]

[shikomizue]

[This time, the controls don't slip from his fingers like viscous fluid. Takasugi passes them on simply; given like so many, countless, orders that used to guide men with nowhere else to go.

Except, this time, Mikazuki knows exactly where he's headed.

Short-sighted, to see an 'end' in their landing, but he won't begrudge his companion whatever it was that kept him focused through the ship's tremors.

Now, when the vessel glows red-hot, is when Takasugi would usually light his pipe. Eyes closed, he'd shut himself himself off to a beautiful sight he'd never cared for.

The first time he'd headed into space, he hadn't watched the planet dwindle behind him.

Takasugi quickly loses interest in watching terrain sharpen, green becoming land becoming life; he'd rather watch Mikazuki's impassive, unchanging stare through the corner of his eye.]

[sparsity]

[ From any given moment to the next, even during something as mundane as landing, Mikazuki is focused on how he's going to live through it. It's just how his brain connects the dots even though his life had never realized that full picture — it's a compelling mimicry, more like a constellation.

But there's no dislike for the experience, all the same. As the ship shudders its way through atmospheric reentry, there's an unguarded and almost youthful amazement at gravity.

Something that could both align and crush humans, something that means he has a place to plant his feet and look up from.

Clouds disperse, burned by the heat, and Mikazuki doesn't take long to steer the craft towards a safe landing zone, silent all the while. ]

[shikomizue]

[Gleaming eyes, almost as wide as the planet below, make Mikazuki look younger than he is. Or, perhaps, his age - Takasugi hasn't ever asked, and he has no reason to. Living through enough to make the pull of a trigger as simple as blinking robs the meaning from youth and age alike.

Mikazuki had expressed more remorse for the broken window, the first time they'd met, than for the lives he'd taken.

Takasugi doesn't break the silence. With his gut lurching from the reintroduced gravity, he sways as the ship rocks, anchors itself on the planet with a landing so smooth it doesn't crack dirt.

Almost gentle - a stark contrast to the rest.]

[sparsity]

[ The broken window had been an accident. Pulling the trigger never is.

With the ship making landfall, the reactors begin to dull from a roar to a hum, the effects of it softening throughout the cabin. Pushing on the controls, he sets them back and locks them with an easy hand — sometimes it seems like there's more machine in his body than blood.

Quietly, he hits the fastener on his seat's harness. It retracts, taking the neural connection with it. ]

That's it.

[ It's on foot from here. ]

//end on my side!

[shikomizue]

[The thrum of the ship fades, an echo of it reverberating in Takasugi's ears. Like it, recent memory replays as his hands slide from their perch on the controls. His limbs feel heavy - more weight to them than gravity could impose.

Disruptions to routine are among the most memorable of occurrences. Mikazuki says nothing of it - never will speak of the interruption in course - but that hardly matters.

Takasugi flicks the control panel off before the ship announces his irritation.]

Aa.

[Harness released, Takasugi disembarks to begin their trek without a moment's hesitation.

He'll be silent along the way, smoking his pipe until not even ash remains in the bowl.]