[ He's missed it. Not in the way that someone might become nostalgic for their home, now dashed to pieces between the teeth of something too big to see, but in the sheer way it permeates his body with familiarity against an otherwise void. He has no particular love for the stars, the shimmering clusters in the distance — dust is dust. Rock is rock, heat is heat. Everything that recalls exhilaration and hope is in the machine.
But also Sorey. Mikazuki can't separate the two when it's like this, the roar of the throttle dulling to a pleasant hum as they level out. Piloting with him isn't like the others. Fear, panic, sickness. Mikazuki had to overwhelm them with his own sense of calm and confidence. There's newness in Sorey's reaction, but not fear.
Somewhere, a brief spark in his chest, he's glad for that. ]
[ Perhaps he has no particular love for the stars. And, perhaps that’s for good reason, rather than indifference. Here, however, Mikazuki’s found himself coupled with someone who holds history -- the past -- in higher regard than the present or future. Yet, given the chance to, he meets the latter most with open arms, good faith, and confidence.
Thus, there is an inherent calm between them, somehow. They’re somewhere uncharted, but not lost; adrift, but not drowning -- sailing, rather. Mikazuki’s self-assurance, (if that truly is what he’s feeling, sensing), serves as a metaphorical springboard from which Sorey can launch. A foundation to build his own self-confidence upon, even.
Long story short, it seems they’re going to have a great time of this, against all odds. Against all comprehension. Sorey might not understand the link between man and machine, and Mikazuki might not understand the concept of a link between two humans, but in compiling the two, they perfectly compensate for one another’s own shortcomings. ]
Then it’s just like armatization. [ ”This is our armatus.”...In a giant spaceship-robot-thing. Sure, why not? ]
You just lead the way, and I’ll follow. [ Just like Mikleo aiming the arrow, and Sorey firing the bow. ] We’ve got this, Mikazuki!
[ Mikazuki has never allowed himself to feel lost. There has always been a path for him to put one foot down in front of the other on. He might not greet it with the same enthusiasm Sorey does, that peripheral light blaring out from behind him to bring everything ahead into view, but that determination is there all the same. Maybe — waking up here alone had set those adrift feelings loose in ways he refused to accept, but for as fast and smooth as the ship speeds, he feels strangely anchored by it.
There's many things he could ask or say. About that word, armatization, or the way the emotion attached to it resonates in places he thought were long too dark and damaged to salvage. Whatever it is, the ship is thrumming with it. Vitals soaring, reactors burning heat as intimately as a body might.
Unpredictable, balanced as if alive.
He's always obeyed orders, but as a contradiction, wanted to lead. To be in front. The moment he let someone step in front of him, or beside him, was the day he'd stop fighting.
[ If he asks, Sorey will tell, no matter how hard it might be to explain the idea of fully fusing with a humanoid being to channel their power. Thinking of it that way, this feeling of sharing some kind of intangible connection with Mikazuki, (or possibly the ship, but Sorey’s inclined to believe that’s not it), is similar, but not same. They aren’t existing in the same body, after all. Yet, there’s a sort of undercurrent of confidence he knows isn’t his own; a surplus he can draw from and feed into in return, like a steady flowing stream.
Mikazuki wants to lead, and in this situation, Sorey isn’t one to contest that. Instead, he’ll act as support, and follow direction. ]
Ready whenever you are!
[ ...But forgive him his well-intended foolhardiness when the thrust of the ship pins him to the seat. Or, better yet, have a chuckle at it -- he’ll probably laugh right along with you, just as soon as he’s done whooping and wailing excitedly about it. Hey, he’s never been in anything this fast, okay!! ]
[ It shouldn't come as a surprise that the ship begins to rocket forward without Mikazuki expressly touching the controls, or even allowing that half-formed thought to completely coalesce. It's more sensitive than even Barbatos was, but then again, Barbatos had only ever had him behind it. Mikazuki has to share here.
But with the reactors roaring and speed leveling at a steady fast, it's not such a difficult thing to get used to. Sorey's excitement echoes through him as much as the accruing gravity does, a thing they're making possible in the vacuum of space. Guidance keeps them upright, when direction makes no sense, though Mikazuki likes to push the boundary. Giving the steering column a nudge and then raking back slowly, the craft tilts on its axis and begins to pull up, sweeping into a wide arc against the stars. Just that shift is enough to strain his whole body, but he enjoys the familiarity.
It's vast, and there's nothing out here to hit. With a brief tick in his brow, there's almost something confident that breaks through his expression. Like he's remembering what it was like to pilot before that was all he had left to wager. ]
[ Expressly touching the controls or not, it looks as though Mikazuki is, and Sorey feels compelled to keep hold as well, if only to show he’s on-board. Participating without overriding, assisting without interjecting is a fine line to walk, but he surely does his best to be an equal partner, nothing less or more.
His (pretty iron-clad) stomach is soundly at his knees by the time that ship tilts, but Sorey the (former) Shepherd is nothing if not a hardy boy, able to roll with the strongest of punches -- besides, what’s a little extra gravity? Never hurt anyone, right? Still, his teeth may have clenched for the briefest of periods at least once by now. ]
Really? So, is it like what you remember? [ He laughs, half-awkwardly and half-earnestly. ] You definitely don’t seem to be having any problems flying it!
[ He knows all of a hot nothing about robots period, let alone the kind of beast Barbatos was. Still, he’s got to ask-- ]
Does this thing know where we’re going? Or, do you...?
[ Because the stars are dizzying -- especially at this speed -- and it’s safe to say that Sorey is effectively quite lost. As in, not just lost, but very lost. He’ll keep his hands at the controls because of the old standard "when in Rome" adage, but this one’s all on you, Mika. ]
[ Even with the g-force bearing down with that much pressure, his voice keeps its confidence and stability, like this is all he's ever been used to speaking through. That same iron runs in his veins, regulating and dispersing the effects. However, there's an edge to it this time, budding on the peripherals of his skill. That's Sorey in there. Bridged to him by the ship, a reminder.
Slowly, his single-minded need to push the craft eases, as does his connection, causing him to lessen the mental strain and replace it with physical control. His hands now shift on the steering a little firmer. ]
[ It’s meant as a gentle comment and said with a smile that Mikazuki may or may not detect, if a bit more strained than usual under the force and weight of such thrust. Though it’s not easy on the body of someone who has never left the planet prior to arriving in this strange universe, and he’ll probably feel the effects for the next couple days or so, in Sorey’s mind, it’s all completely worth it. Why? ]
The stars are so amazing from up here...
[ That’s why.
He’s probably repeating himself, but so be it. For a moment thereafter he’s captivated, unaware of the turn of tides from mental strain to physical, enraptured beyond words. They should feel like they’re falling, shouldn’t they? Yet, he’s at peace; or at least, complacent. There is no fear, just immense quiet and utter calm. ]
[ Mikazuki asks because he's never thought about it before. And he doesn't have to consciously think about it now because Sorey is here thinking and feeling it for him. Despite being naturally reticent, he's never been close-minded. Each ripple of emotion reaches him, reflective, mirroring back off of him in broad, gentle waves. Mikazuki wouldn't really know how to respond with words, but maybe that'll be good enough.
It's not like falling at all. When the ship pulls straight and the thrusters dull, the stars don't move much at all. They simply shine, suspended in that endless well of black. It's more like floating safely this way. Mikazuki wonders if he's ever looked at them like that. ]
[ Without hesitation; though for a moment, that’s not where his sights are at all.
They’re still moving, aren’t they? It’s hard to tell now that the ship feels as if it’s reached a comfortable pace, leveled off from the gut-clenching gravitational force of before. Sorey’s body is able to acclimate and relax some, seat and harness still a protective cocoon around him, should worse come to worst.
With everything seemingly accounted for, all that’s left is to enjoy the ride -- and though this may not be the long way home, it is most definitely the scenic route.
The stars aren’t moving, per se, but they do seem to twinkle, do they not? And their backdrop to it is a pleasant undercurrent of calm; a warm and gentle pool they both wade in. ]
You’re... really happy up here, aren’t you?
[ Or is that just a reflection of Sorey’s own sentiments? As someone used to being connected with others, it’s not uncommon to find this line blurred. ]
[ All at once, the tension in his body depresses, allowing him to lean back against the seat, head canting up. But for someone like Mikazuki, maybe that's more telling of a reaction than if he were to carry his tensions like normal, body ingrained with that need to be ready for anything.
Except this one thing. Is he happy? ]
I don't know.
[ An answer like that should be enough to drop anyone's gut more swiftly than the ship itself had. But there's nothing there that casts their emotional connection into shadows.
Just something a little nostalgic, an opportunity missed. ]
[ Did he seem happy? It both makes sense and doesn't that Sorey can feel something akin to his own happiness before he can. It's not something he consciously thinks about even when it's upon him, his nerves and synapses too long firing under fire to really grasp that emotion.
He's had a lot of things in his hands, but just as many have slipped through. Save this one thing, the way his grip tilts the controls too easily, like the ship itself is a second skin, unaffected by his mentality.
It's yawning and terrifyingly close to the surface, that space where all the things that living makes him feel should reside. ]
[ That much he knows, though Mikazuki struggles to remember a time when he'd ever been content. There was always something that he was chasing over the horizon that kept him from settling into whatever happiness he'd find. Thinking about it leaves a strange glow in his eyes.
Even feeling it, that remembrance like a spark within the machine's blood and guts, is short-lived.
But not hidden. ]
It's always escaping us.
[ That's why his gaze is always forward. His footsteps, his flying. All forward. ]
[ For better or worse, happiness and contentment are two different things. To Sorey, contentment sometimes seems a little too akin to complacency; and complacency can be a dangerous thing. The kind of thing that stops one at the point of 'good enough', when something better, something more ideal, is out there -- just a bit more effort away.
His head leans to one side just slightly. ]
You mean... happiness is?
[ Is that always escaping them? And, who are "they", for that matter? ]
[ That had only ever been his goal, right? Happiness — better beds, lots of food, work that sustained itself on something other than fighting. Mikazuki's happiness defaults never to himself but to them. Something so sharp and close that it wavers out of focus. A brief, fiery flash of sunlight against something steely white —
Mikazuki clicks the controls aside, pitching the ship out of that mental orbit. It's a surprisingly strict motion. ]
Yeah, but it's fine.
[ That's how it is. He's alive and living with it. He angles the ship towards the planet.
[ This is the part where Sorey should rightly count himself lucky. To tell the truth, he’s never had to chase his happiness, only his dream. Their dream, more accurately. He’s been assured for ages it’s not a path he’d ever have to walk alone. As relative silence spans the cockpit, the former-Shepherd’s thoughts seem to circle and swell.
What is it that you’re seeking, Mikazuki?
He’s not troubled; he doesn’t seem sad... but everyone has the same basic needs, don’t they? Food, shelter, safety, a place to feel they belong, social interactions -- those sorts of things Yet, he mentioned an ‘us’, so...
There’s a shift in Sorey’s gut he’s not immediately sure is attributable to the ship’s movement, or if it’s a byproduct of the turn of conversation. A more physical note of the other walling himself off from further discussion on this specific topic. Yet-- ]
I... think I understand now.
[ He really only grasps the barest concepts, but he’s on the right path. Continuing down it, however, seems a less desirable option against... well, basically any of the others available to them. ]
[ That thought hits him like a shot to a shield. It may not damage, but he feels it all the same.
It's strange to him that the force of his thoughts don't come up against something immovable and harsh but something strangely stable in its acceptance. He's so used to the fundamental differences between himself and the concept of everyone else that he doesn't think to immediately accept it in kind, like he does with so many other things.
The ship begins to heat as it hurtles downward, scraping atmosphere. Mikazuki's grip stays the same, though his attention is contrarily stuck between the windshield and the boy at his side. ]
Again, he’s only scraping the barest surface of what he thinks Mikazuki means; what happiness is to him, and why it’s something perpetually out of reach. And, without outwardly saying so, thereby delving deeper into a conversation that Sorey is betting the other doesn’t want to have, he quietly assents. ]
I think I get it now.
[ ...Or, maybe they could have that talk if the ship weren’t taking on heat as it begins to gently skim and pierce the atmosphere. The shaking and noise will surely come next -- and for someone who has never left their home planet, that’s going to be. Fun. ]
[ There's no fight or disapproval in that singular noise, like he sees what Sorey's talking about but has no strong opinion on it one way or the other. Something else is swiftly overtaking his attention, making his gaze pierce as it settles just beyond the windshield.
With that, his arms lock on the controls as if he's holding something that's alive at bay. ]
I'd brace before we break through.
[ Break through what?
The protective barrier of the planet as it superheats around them, causing the ship to shudder violently in a halo of red. Soon, the noise. ]
[ Sorey's expression drastically shifts to curiosity with the way Mikazuki's arms lock like that. The verbiage not a moment later is equally, uh... alerting? Not alarming, but. Close.
He's prepared, still. He thinks. Maybe. ]
Break--?!
[ Cutting him off, there's a red glow and a great and terrible shaking. The straps around him catch and cradle him, thankfully, but his eyes are glued to the control panel and the windshield, both. ]
Through the atmosphere. Gravity will try to tear the ship apart, sometimes.
[ His tone remains even, just loud enough to cut above the roaring of the ship's underbelly being battered by the atmosphere in question. But he's done this before, the impassivity on his face about as comforting as he's going to get about it. ]
[ The roar and rumble of the ship, combined with those words, is enough to cause alarm, naturally.
But alarm will unbalance them, won't it? Muddying up that connection that is otherwise clear and strong, like a well-established armatus. And, well, it's all downhill from there, he knows.
So he's got to think about this in a different light; focus on the calmness to those words rather than their meaning. Mikazuki doesn't have any desire to die, does he? So surely he'll steer the ship in a way that avoid that outcome. In that, Sorey can trust.
Ignoring the still-steady slam of his heart against his ribs, then--] Well, now that we know what we're up against...
[ Keeping calm and balanced. It's what Mikazuki would do too, content to work by himself at the forefront of an effort, no matter what he has to endure. It's less distrust for Sorey and more just what he defaults to in the scheme of things — all of his comrades had always put their bodies on the line for what they needed and had to do, Mikazuki simply puts his body on the line for them. For all his focus on fighting as a means to an end, it's selfless.
It's strange to feel someone's breathing more than hearing it, but it helps. Giving the controls a touch, Mikazuki sets his posture. ]
Let's go.
[ The ship begins to stop coasting and angles more into a crash against the atmosphere, swallowed by its resistance in a blinding flash of heat and smoke. It seems to take forever to grind through, the shaking and noise heightening to a deafening level.
At the end of it, though, there's a color daze. Red and black to white and green, a dramatic shift that has them careening down through cloud-cover towards a sea so blue it aches. ]
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im dying squirtle
Date: 2017-12-12 06:09 am (UTC)But also Sorey. Mikazuki can't separate the two when it's like this, the roar of the throttle dulling to a pleasant hum as they level out. Piloting with him isn't like the others. Fear, panic, sickness. Mikazuki had to overwhelm them with his own sense of calm and confidence. There's newness in Sorey's reaction, but not fear.
Somewhere, a brief spark in his chest, he's glad for that. ]
I don't know how it works yet.
[ Maybe he never will, but that's fine. ]
But I think so.
/cues the ibo ed1 theme
Date: 2017-12-20 05:02 am (UTC)Thus, there is an inherent calm between them, somehow. They’re somewhere uncharted, but not lost; adrift, but not drowning -- sailing, rather. Mikazuki’s self-assurance, (if that truly is what he’s feeling, sensing), serves as a metaphorical springboard from which Sorey can launch. A foundation to build his own self-confidence upon, even.
Long story short, it seems they’re going to have a great time of this, against all odds. Against all comprehension. Sorey might not understand the link between man and machine, and Mikazuki might not understand the concept of a link between two humans, but in compiling the two, they perfectly compensate for one another’s own shortcomings. ]
Then it’s just like armatization. [ ”This is our armatus.”
...In a giant spaceship-robot-thing. Sure, why not?]You just lead the way, and I’ll follow. [ Just like Mikleo aiming the arrow, and Sorey firing the bow. ] We’ve got this, Mikazuki!
orphaaaaans namida...
Date: 2017-12-22 06:42 am (UTC)There's many things he could ask or say. About that word, armatization, or the way the emotion attached to it resonates in places he thought were long too dark and damaged to salvage. Whatever it is, the ship is thrumming with it. Vitals soaring, reactors burning heat as intimately as a body might.
Unpredictable, balanced as if alive.
He's always obeyed orders, but as a contradiction, wanted to lead. To be in front. The moment he let someone step in front of him, or beside him, was the day he'd stop fighting.
So, he leads. ]
Okay. We're going to gather speed.
[ Just to see what this thing is capable of. ]
gdit you got it stuck in my head again. :|
Date: 2017-12-30 09:05 pm (UTC)Mikazuki wants to lead, and in this situation, Sorey isn’t one to contest that. Instead, he’ll act as support, and follow direction. ]
Ready whenever you are!
[ ...But forgive him his well-intended foolhardiness when the thrust of the ship pins him to the seat. Or, better yet, have a chuckle at it -- he’ll probably laugh right along with you, just as soon as he’s done whooping and wailing excitedly about it. Hey, he’s never been in anything this fast, okay!! ]
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Date: 2018-01-03 06:59 am (UTC)But with the reactors roaring and speed leveling at a steady fast, it's not such a difficult thing to get used to. Sorey's excitement echoes through him as much as the accruing gravity does, a thing they're making possible in the vacuum of space. Guidance keeps them upright, when direction makes no sense, though Mikazuki likes to push the boundary. Giving the steering column a nudge and then raking back slowly, the craft tilts on its axis and begins to pull up, sweeping into a wide arc against the stars. Just that shift is enough to strain his whole body, but he enjoys the familiarity.
It's vast, and there's nothing out here to hit. With a brief tick in his brow, there's almost something confident that breaks through his expression. Like he's remembering what it was like to pilot before that was all he had left to wager. ]
Not bad.
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Date: 2018-01-09 09:23 pm (UTC)His (pretty iron-clad) stomach is soundly at his knees by the time that ship tilts, but Sorey the (former) Shepherd is nothing if not a hardy boy, able to roll with the strongest of punches -- besides, what’s a little extra gravity? Never hurt anyone, right? Still, his teeth may have clenched for the briefest of periods at least once by now. ]
Really? So, is it like what you remember? [ He laughs, half-awkwardly and half-earnestly. ] You definitely don’t seem to be having any problems flying it!
[ He knows all of a hot nothing about robots period, let alone the kind of beast Barbatos was. Still, he’s got to ask-- ]
Does this thing know where we’re going? Or, do you...?
[ Because the stars are dizzying -- especially at this speed -- and it’s safe to say that Sorey is effectively quite lost. As in, not just lost, but very lost. He’ll keep his hands at the controls because of the old standard "when in Rome" adage, but this one’s all on you, Mika. ]
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Date: 2018-01-10 07:40 am (UTC)[ Even with the g-force bearing down with that much pressure, his voice keeps its confidence and stability, like this is all he's ever been used to speaking through. That same iron runs in his veins, regulating and dispersing the effects. However, there's an edge to it this time, budding on the peripherals of his skill. That's Sorey in there. Bridged to him by the ship, a reminder.
Slowly, his single-minded need to push the craft eases, as does his connection, causing him to lessen the mental strain and replace it with physical control. His hands now shift on the steering a little firmer. ]
Towards the planet. We'll get there fine.
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Date: 2018-01-11 08:52 pm (UTC)[ It’s meant as a gentle comment and said with a smile that Mikazuki may or may not detect, if a bit more strained than usual under the force and weight of such thrust. Though it’s not easy on the body of someone who has never left the planet prior to arriving in this strange universe, and he’ll probably feel the effects for the next couple days or so, in Sorey’s mind, it’s all completely worth it. Why? ]
The stars are so amazing from up here...
[ That’s why.
He’s probably repeating himself, but so be it. For a moment thereafter he’s captivated, unaware of the turn of tides from mental strain to physical, enraptured beyond words. They should feel like they’re falling, shouldn’t they? Yet, he’s at peace; or at least, complacent. There is no fear, just immense quiet and utter calm. ]
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Date: 2018-01-15 09:12 am (UTC)[ Mikazuki asks because he's never thought about it before. And he doesn't have to consciously think about it now because Sorey is here thinking and feeling it for him. Despite being naturally reticent, he's never been close-minded. Each ripple of emotion reaches him, reflective, mirroring back off of him in broad, gentle waves. Mikazuki wouldn't really know how to respond with words, but maybe that'll be good enough.
It's not like falling at all. When the ship pulls straight and the thrusters dull, the stars don't move much at all. They simply shine, suspended in that endless well of black. It's more like floating safely this way. Mikazuki wonders if he's ever looked at them like that. ]
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Date: 2018-01-17 04:04 pm (UTC)[ Without hesitation; though for a moment, that’s not where his sights are at all.
They’re still moving, aren’t they? It’s hard to tell now that the ship feels as if it’s reached a comfortable pace, leveled off from the gut-clenching gravitational force of before. Sorey’s body is able to acclimate and relax some, seat and harness still a protective cocoon around him, should worse come to worst.
With everything seemingly accounted for, all that’s left is to enjoy the ride -- and though this may not be the long way home, it is most definitely the scenic route.
The stars aren’t moving, per se, but they do seem to twinkle, do they not? And their backdrop to it is a pleasant undercurrent of calm; a warm and gentle pool they both wade in. ]
You’re... really happy up here, aren’t you?
[ Or is that just a reflection of Sorey’s own sentiments? As someone used to being connected with others, it’s not uncommon to find this line blurred. ]
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Date: 2018-01-20 10:09 am (UTC)[ All at once, the tension in his body depresses, allowing him to lean back against the seat, head canting up. But for someone like Mikazuki, maybe that's more telling of a reaction than if he were to carry his tensions like normal, body ingrained with that need to be ready for anything.
Except this one thing. Is he happy? ]
I don't know.
[ An answer like that should be enough to drop anyone's gut more swiftly than the ship itself had. But there's nothing there that casts their emotional connection into shadows.
Just something a little nostalgic, an opportunity missed. ]
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Date: 2018-01-23 09:21 pm (UTC)You don’t know...?
[ It seems strange to him. ]
You seem happy to me...
[ You feel happy to me. ]
Is something wrong?
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Date: 2018-01-25 07:41 am (UTC)[ Did he seem happy? It both makes sense and doesn't that Sorey can feel something akin to his own happiness before he can. It's not something he consciously thinks about even when it's upon him, his nerves and synapses too long firing under fire to really grasp that emotion.
He's had a lot of things in his hands, but just as many have slipped through. Save this one thing, the way his grip tilts the controls too easily, like the ship itself is a second skin, unaffected by his mentality.
It's yawning and terrifyingly close to the surface, that space where all the things that living makes him feel should reside. ]
No, it's nothing.
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Date: 2018-01-28 06:48 pm (UTC)[ A subconscious sort of murmur, more a thought voiced aloud than anything near true intention, or anything said with purpose.
Sorey's looking at him a bit more closely now, and with a notable concern. Sympathy, too. ]
Have you never felt happiness?
[ Or does this genuinely not make him happy? One doesn't seem more likely than the other, at this point. ]
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Date: 2018-01-30 07:29 am (UTC)[ That much he knows, though Mikazuki struggles to remember a time when he'd ever been content. There was always something that he was chasing over the horizon that kept him from settling into whatever happiness he'd find. Thinking about it leaves a strange glow in his eyes.
Even feeling it, that remembrance like a spark within the machine's blood and guts, is short-lived.
But not hidden. ]
It's always escaping us.
[ That's why his gaze is always forward. His footsteps, his flying. All forward. ]
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Date: 2018-01-30 04:16 pm (UTC)His head leans to one side just slightly. ]
You mean... happiness is?
[ Is that always escaping them? And, who are "they", for that matter? ]
tsk tsk chasing the rabbit
Date: 2018-01-31 06:29 am (UTC)Mikazuki clicks the controls aside, pitching the ship out of that mental orbit. It's a surprisingly strict motion. ]
Yeah, but it's fine.
[ That's how it is. He's alive and living with it. He angles the ship towards the planet.
There's places he has yet to see. ]
he gotta do what he gotta do
Date: 2018-02-02 10:34 pm (UTC)What is it that you’re seeking, Mikazuki?
He’s not troubled; he doesn’t seem sad... but everyone has the same basic needs, don’t they? Food, shelter, safety, a place to feel they belong, social interactions -- those sorts of things Yet, he mentioned an ‘us’, so...
There’s a shift in Sorey’s gut he’s not immediately sure is attributable to the ship’s movement, or if it’s a byproduct of the turn of conversation. A more physical note of the other walling himself off from further discussion on this specific topic. Yet-- ]
I... think I understand now.
[ He really only grasps the barest concepts, but he’s on the right path. Continuing down it, however, seems a less desirable option against... well, basically any of the others available to them. ]
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Date: 2018-02-02 11:04 pm (UTC)It's strange to him that the force of his thoughts don't come up against something immovable and harsh but something strangely stable in its acceptance. He's so used to the fundamental differences between himself and the concept of everyone else that he doesn't think to immediately accept it in kind, like he does with so many other things.
The ship begins to heat as it hurtles downward, scraping atmosphere. Mikazuki's grip stays the same, though his attention is contrarily stuck between the windshield and the boy at his side. ]
Understand what?
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Date: 2018-02-06 08:14 pm (UTC)Again, he’s only scraping the barest surface of what he thinks Mikazuki means; what happiness is to him, and why it’s something perpetually out of reach. And, without outwardly saying so, thereby delving deeper into a conversation that Sorey is betting the other doesn’t want to have, he quietly assents. ]
I think I get it now.
[ ...Or, maybe they could have that talk if the ship weren’t taking on heat as it begins to gently skim and pierce the atmosphere. The shaking and noise will surely come next -- and for someone who has never left their home planet, that’s going to be. Fun. ]
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Date: 2018-02-10 04:40 am (UTC)[ There's no fight or disapproval in that singular noise, like he sees what Sorey's talking about but has no strong opinion on it one way or the other. Something else is swiftly overtaking his attention, making his gaze pierce as it settles just beyond the windshield.
With that, his arms lock on the controls as if he's holding something that's alive at bay. ]
I'd brace before we break through.
[ Break through what?
The protective barrier of the planet as it superheats around them, causing the ship to shudder violently in a halo of red. Soon, the noise. ]
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Date: 2018-02-11 07:50 pm (UTC)He's prepared, still. He thinks. Maybe. ]
Break--?!
[ Cutting him off, there's a red glow and a great and terrible shaking. The straps around him catch and cradle him, thankfully, but his eyes are glued to the control panel and the windshield, both. ]
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Date: 2018-02-12 12:57 am (UTC)[ His tone remains even, just loud enough to cut above the roaring of the ship's underbelly being battered by the atmosphere in question. But he's done this before, the impassivity on his face about as comforting as he's going to get about it. ]
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Date: 2018-02-13 03:00 pm (UTC)But alarm will unbalance them, won't it? Muddying up that connection that is otherwise clear and strong, like a well-established armatus. And, well, it's all downhill from there, he knows.
So he's got to think about this in a different light; focus on the calmness to those words rather than their meaning. Mikazuki doesn't have any desire to die, does he? So surely he'll steer the ship in a way that avoid that outcome. In that, Sorey can trust.
Ignoring the still-steady slam of his heart against his ribs, then--] Well, now that we know what we're up against...
[ Breathe in, and out. ]
Just tell me how I can help.
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Date: 2018-02-14 09:22 pm (UTC)[ Keeping calm and balanced. It's what Mikazuki would do too, content to work by himself at the forefront of an effort, no matter what he has to endure. It's less distrust for Sorey and more just what he defaults to in the scheme of things — all of his comrades had always put their bodies on the line for what they needed and had to do, Mikazuki simply puts his body on the line for them. For all his focus on fighting as a means to an end, it's selfless.
It's strange to feel someone's breathing more than hearing it, but it helps. Giving the controls a touch, Mikazuki sets his posture. ]
Let's go.
[ The ship begins to stop coasting and angles more into a crash against the atmosphere, swallowed by its resistance in a blinding flash of heat and smoke. It seems to take forever to grind through, the shaking and noise heightening to a deafening level.
At the end of it, though, there's a color daze. Red and black to white and green, a dramatic shift that has them careening down through cloud-cover towards a sea so blue it aches. ]
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