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savetheearth2013-05-01 01:49 am
earnedmystripes) wrote in savetheearth2013-05-01 01:49 am
[ Closed ] Searching for answers
Who: Kotetsu and Banagher
What: Chance encounter!
Where: Library
When: Uh, sometime this week
[Kotetsu really had no idea what to make of his life anymore. In the course of a few hours, everything he thought he knew had been turned on its head, and nothing has been making any more sense these past two weeks.
The conspiracy alone would have been one thing. That was something concrete, something Kotetsu could understand, even if it was painful to accept. But the conspiracy is just one piece of a much bigger picture. The numbers, the network, the statues, the werewolves...
(Ugh, the werewolves. Don't think about the werewolves)
...The memories.
It's the memories that are the most troubling, to Kotetsu. And not because they're bad, either. Indeed, it was every child's dream at one point, wasn't it? To be a superhero. If he's guessed right, anyway.
In that initial period of denial, it was easy to convince himself that it was ridiculous, that if the vision had meant anything at all, maybe he was some sort of struggling actor or something (he sure feels like a puppet on a string, these days). But the more he started getting them, these...things that followed the heartbeat sound, the less likely that seems. That mysterious image. The mask he'd been certain at first sight was unequivocally his. The burn scar on his shoulder.
That term, Hero, plays in an endless loop in his head, and Kotetsu feels more and more as the days drag on that something out there is mocking him. Having a grand old time with his flaws and shortcomings and presenting them in a pretty package of impossibility. Heroism, him, what a joke. He was just an average guy who could never even figure out how to be there for his own family, all his life, whose only contributions to society revolved around working for the organization he now knew was corrupt.
He wasn't strong enough to be a hero, not in any sense of the term.
But for all he can try to fight it, can be frustrated at--the world, the universe, everything--trying to tell him he was something he felt so fundamentally he wasn't...at the same time, he's not content to sit back and pretend everything is okay. He might not be a Hero, but he's not a coward, either. As much as he resents it, feels bitter and resentful and in no small part frightened about the world that's opened up in the past couple weeks, he has to do his part. He has to try to make sure another Paul Ben never happens, that they're better prepared for the next thing like the werewolves.
Which is why he's here, today. That symbol has been bouncing around in his mind since he first saw the video of Paul's death, but he'd been too preoccupied with the enormity of...everything to properly look into it. But even now that he is, he's not really sure what he's doing. Aside from the few anatomy courses he took at a community college, he hasn't stepped foot in a library in twenty years. And back in those years? It's not as if he ever did anything productive inside them.
Still. He does manage to narrow his search for that symbol a bit. Non-fiction, he's sure. He starts in the history section, before moving onto linguistics, and finally, mythology. He's just gonna be carrying an armful of books over to that table there to look over them. Don't mind him if his field of view is a bit...restricted....]
What: Chance encounter!
Where: Library
When: Uh, sometime this week
[Kotetsu really had no idea what to make of his life anymore. In the course of a few hours, everything he thought he knew had been turned on its head, and nothing has been making any more sense these past two weeks.
The conspiracy alone would have been one thing. That was something concrete, something Kotetsu could understand, even if it was painful to accept. But the conspiracy is just one piece of a much bigger picture. The numbers, the network, the statues, the werewolves...
(Ugh, the werewolves. Don't think about the werewolves)
...The memories.
It's the memories that are the most troubling, to Kotetsu. And not because they're bad, either. Indeed, it was every child's dream at one point, wasn't it? To be a superhero. If he's guessed right, anyway.
In that initial period of denial, it was easy to convince himself that it was ridiculous, that if the vision had meant anything at all, maybe he was some sort of struggling actor or something (he sure feels like a puppet on a string, these days). But the more he started getting them, these...things that followed the heartbeat sound, the less likely that seems. That mysterious image. The mask he'd been certain at first sight was unequivocally his. The burn scar on his shoulder.
That term, Hero, plays in an endless loop in his head, and Kotetsu feels more and more as the days drag on that something out there is mocking him. Having a grand old time with his flaws and shortcomings and presenting them in a pretty package of impossibility. Heroism, him, what a joke. He was just an average guy who could never even figure out how to be there for his own family, all his life, whose only contributions to society revolved around working for the organization he now knew was corrupt.
He wasn't strong enough to be a hero, not in any sense of the term.
But for all he can try to fight it, can be frustrated at--the world, the universe, everything--trying to tell him he was something he felt so fundamentally he wasn't...at the same time, he's not content to sit back and pretend everything is okay. He might not be a Hero, but he's not a coward, either. As much as he resents it, feels bitter and resentful and in no small part frightened about the world that's opened up in the past couple weeks, he has to do his part. He has to try to make sure another Paul Ben never happens, that they're better prepared for the next thing like the werewolves.
Which is why he's here, today. That symbol has been bouncing around in his mind since he first saw the video of Paul's death, but he'd been too preoccupied with the enormity of...everything to properly look into it. But even now that he is, he's not really sure what he's doing. Aside from the few anatomy courses he took at a community college, he hasn't stepped foot in a library in twenty years. And back in those years? It's not as if he ever did anything productive inside them.
Still. He does manage to narrow his search for that symbol a bit. Non-fiction, he's sure. He starts in the history section, before moving onto linguistics, and finally, mythology. He's just gonna be carrying an armful of books over to that table there to look over them. Don't mind him if his field of view is a bit...restricted....]