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savetheearth2013-04-14 10:53 pm
earnedmystripes) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-14 10:53 pm
[Video/iPhone camera]
Haaaa?
[The video on the network shows a middle-aged man, perhaps in his late thirties, staring in evident confusion. From what can be seen through the camera, his apartment is something of a mess, clothes haphazardly lying on the couch and floor and beer cans and bottles strewn around everywhere. At his side is a clipping from the newspaper, with coupons for pizza--which may explain what Kotetsu was trying to do when he punched in his number by mistake.]
Oi, you. [He flicks at the screen, as if personally offended by it.] Eye-phone thingy. You were supposed to call the pizza place, not randomly start recording a video.
[He sighs, grumbling to himself and unaware what he thinks is an internal “video” recording is actually broadcasting to at least a dozen others.]
Don’t see anything “smart” about this phone. What’s the point of a phone that takes pictures and goes on the internet if it can’t make calls???
I had to back up over my old one in that parking lot, didn’t I...
[Aaaand he dumps the phone unceremoniously on the couch, leaving the recording running as he goes to hunt down the instruction manual and hope he didn’t toss it out.]
[The video on the network shows a middle-aged man, perhaps in his late thirties, staring in evident confusion. From what can be seen through the camera, his apartment is something of a mess, clothes haphazardly lying on the couch and floor and beer cans and bottles strewn around everywhere. At his side is a clipping from the newspaper, with coupons for pizza--which may explain what Kotetsu was trying to do when he punched in his number by mistake.]
Oi, you. [He flicks at the screen, as if personally offended by it.] Eye-phone thingy. You were supposed to call the pizza place, not randomly start recording a video.
[He sighs, grumbling to himself and unaware what he thinks is an internal “video” recording is actually broadcasting to at least a dozen others.]
Don’t see anything “smart” about this phone. What’s the point of a phone that takes pictures and goes on the internet if it can’t make calls???
I had to back up over my old one in that parking lot, didn’t I...
[Aaaand he dumps the phone unceremoniously on the couch, leaving the recording running as he goes to hunt down the instruction manual and hope he didn’t toss it out.]
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Casval's hand rests atop his own, and the sudden feeling of foreign fabric against his skin makes his head jerk upright, a small noise of surprise escaping his lips. And when the captain speaks, he listens.
...Or. Tries to listen, anyway. Because all of a sudden there's that sudden pounding of his heart in his chest and the feeling of tunnel vision, of everything hollowing out...but there's no vision to go with it this time. Instead, a prickle, just above his hand and below Casval's--as if someone had slid something thin and flat right between them.
With his free hand, he rubs at his temples a bit.]
Sorry, I--spaced for a moment.
[Not technically true, but he has no word for that strange sensation yet.]
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Because as soon as Casval reaches out with his hand, his whole world caves in.
The tea shop isn't there anymore. He's in some form of hangar now, one he's never seen before. Futuristic. Advanced. Machines like the Gundam, the Sazabi, are stationed all around. There's yelling and screaming; a firefight's going on, and people in uniforms are flying around, chased by mechanics waving their wrenches around in anger. A body or two floats by, bloody, and the machines—Casval hears someone call them mobile suits—are being prepped for battle, hastily. Were these forces on the same side? No, they couldn't be. A rebellion? A coup? Maybe none of the above. There's no way to be sure, but the situation's not good.
The view pans around, to himself. He's not surprised. Shouldn't be. But he's not Char Aznable here; his outfit is different, identical, in fact, to his captain's regalia, save for a strange white mask plastered to his face, glaring outward with red eyes. He's hidden behind another one of the suits, but this one is larger than the others. Pure white, with a single horn, standing tall and proud. He's waiting for something. Someone.
And then they come, and he pounces.
It's Banagher.
It's Banagher and his breath catches in his throat because why is it Banagher? What is he doing here? Why is he...
God.
Oh, god.
No.
No, no, no. What was he doing? Why was he grabbing him like that, twisting him around, forcing him against the machine? Banagher is crying out, he wants to scream, he's in pain. He's hurting him, on purpose, delighting in it. Shoving their bodies together in the most agonizing possible way and looking ready to crush his throat once he's through. Casval wants to shout, stop hurting him, stop, he's a brat and won't believe me but he doesn't deserve this, but of course no one will hear.
And all he hears is this:
"You can no longer be part of that everyone, Banagher. Come with me. Empty yourself. Become a vessel. Join me, join me..."
Join him.
They were enemies.
They were...
The memory cuts off and Casval staggers in his seat, wide-eyed. Panicked. Terrified.
Banagher Links was his enemy, and that machine was his. The Gundam was his. Amuro. Amuro Ray. White Devil. The white unicorn.
Enemies.
Only just barely does he avoid breaking the wrist in his grip from sheer force of shock. Never mind registering Kotetsu's response, or the sudden appearance of that object; all he can do now is try to return to reality, thrown from it as he was. ]
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Casval? Are you...
[No, that's obviously a stupid question. Kotetsu doesn't even bother to look at the object that falls out from between their hands as he pulls his own out from under his and stands up abruptly, his badge dropping back down to the table with a slight clink. He walks the step or two over to the other side of the table and grips the other man's shoulders tightly.]
Hey, look at me. It's okay. It's--gonna be okay, yeah? Like you were telling me, we gotta move forward together.
[Later, he'll apologize for the blood he's getting on your clothes--he's sort of forgotten that he injured his hand some moments earlier. In a sad sort of way, Casval's panic is more helpful to Kotetsu than his own reassurances were. Someone else's suffering is more easy to manage than his own feelings. This, he knows how to do.]
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After a long, long minute, Casval comes to, the name Banagher on his lips when he finally drifts back into full consciousness. ]
...ah.
[ Shaking his head to clear it, or try in vain, anyway, Casval blinks, once, twice, three times. What happened? Another vision, another memory... was it just coincidence? No, too significant. Too real. Too raw.
We gotta move forward together.
The statement, simple as it is, grounds him, and Casval nods decisively, returning to his usual (hahahahaha) self. Confident. Focused. ]
Right. Of course, Kotetsu. This isn't a path meant to be walked alone.
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...suddenly grimaces at the sight of the blood on his hand and now on Casval's uniform.]
Ah, crap. I'm really sorry.
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Reaching into his pocket, Casval retrieves his handkerchief, and without asking, without a single word, takes Kotetsu's bloodied fingers and begins drying them.
At least it gives him something to focus on, other than his own turbulent thoughts. ]
1/2
He says nothing until the other is done, pulling his hand away quietly.]
I, ah...I...
[That is most definitely not a slight, embarrassed flush around the ears. It must be a trick of the light.]
That is. Thanks. I'll uh. I mean, I'm sure I've got some bandaids somewhere in my apartment. It's fine, yeah?
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...or, y'know, he could burn his tongue on it from not thinking before he acts. Kotetsu just barely manages to avoid dropping it on the table and spilling the hot liquid everywhere, wincing and fanning his tongue.]
--D'ah, hot, hot....
[Wait, what's that thing there on the table...]
Was that there before?
[He can't shake the bizarre feeling that it's familiar, somehow. Almost like it's supposed to be his.]
TSUN TSUN DERE DERE
Alright.
[ His voice is quiet. Reserved. Reticent. He's about to pull away, suggest they part, but then the waitress arrives and bloody idiot, did you just burn your mouth on tea of all things? He sighs, shaking his head and sucked from his stupor... which is honestly for the better, and he's more grateful for it than Kotetsu will likely ever know.
With his attention drawn to the mysterious object, Casval blinks at it, reaching for the thin piece of cloth. ]
It appears to be a mask, of some sort. [ He holds it up for Kotetsu to properly inspect. ] Do you recognize it?
SO KAWAII DESU
...He really can't shake how much it feels like he knows it. And it sounds crazy, completely balls insane because strange items do not randomly materialize out of thin air--it cannot possibly be his, but then, how was anything he's experienced tonight possible?
Kotetsu hesitates briefly, uncertain, but then decides he might as well tell Casval what he's thinking. He's already been more honest with the man than anyone else before in his life. A few more moments of honesty won't kill him.]
I...feel like it's supposed to be mine.