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savetheearth2013-06-21 01:43 am
earnedmystripes) wrote in savetheearth2013-06-21 01:43 am
Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
- bleach: ichigo kurosaki,
- bleach: toushirou hitsugaya,
- castlevania: alucard,
- code geass: c.c.,
- gundam unicorn: banagher links,
- hatoful boyfriend: yuuya sakazaki,
- homestuck: karkat vantas,
- homestuck: spades slick,
- kingdom hearts: riku,
- kingdom hearts: roxas,
- metal gear: raiden,
- middle earth: aragorn,
- pokemon: haruka,
- s-cry-ed: kunihiko kimishima,
- tiger and bunny: kotetsu t. kaburagi
video; iPhone
[It's been bothering Kotetsu for awhile--the fear and horror and distress of the others on the network since the mine incident. The confusion and the frustration in others not sure who or what they're turning into. Kotetsu thinks he's lucky, in that regard. He's yet to have many memories of this "former life", or alternate self, or whatever it is. There's been little that's really turned his life upside down since first finding out about Paul Ben and the conspiracy the police are involved in.
Kotetsu is still frightened himself, still unsure of what it all means or why them or what to do, but he feels he needs to do something.
When the video comes on, it's late in the evening, and Kotetsu is wearing a simple sleeveless white shirt rather than his usual button-down shirt + vest combo or his police uniform. If you look carefully, you can just catch a glimpse of the stitches in his side. He looks serious, too, no trace of his usual goofy grin or animated flailing.
It takes him a little bit to get going, though--a couple false starts, a bit of fumbling over words, but he pushes on despite it. He's never been the most eloquent, but what's been on his mind is important enough to make the effort.]
... I know things've been--rough, lately. What with the mine and all the...stuff we've been dealing with. The "other us" stuff.
[He sighs, rubbing at his neck tiredly.]
Listen, I--whatever happens, whatever...changes or memories or whatever we get, we're still in this together. We're still us, and maybe we are just some random people with nothing really in common who got dragged into this mess for no reason, but. This is--it's our lives, our home, as crappy as it can be sometimes, and like hell we're gonna let a bunch of alien bastards take it from us, right?
[There's a bit of a pause, and then a couple numbers flash across the screen. The first is his network number.]
The second one's my personal cell. If anyone needs me for anything and I'm not around on the network...[A tiny, self-deprecating laugh] I'm not good for much besides putting cuffs on crooks and shooting shit, but I'll do what I can. Even if you just need someone to talk to, or...someone to drive you to someone you need to talk to.
Don't worry about if I'm busy or sleeping or whatever. Just...know you're not alone, I guess.
Kotetsu is still frightened himself, still unsure of what it all means or why them or what to do, but he feels he needs to do something.
When the video comes on, it's late in the evening, and Kotetsu is wearing a simple sleeveless white shirt rather than his usual button-down shirt + vest combo or his police uniform. If you look carefully, you can just catch a glimpse of the stitches in his side. He looks serious, too, no trace of his usual goofy grin or animated flailing.
It takes him a little bit to get going, though--a couple false starts, a bit of fumbling over words, but he pushes on despite it. He's never been the most eloquent, but what's been on his mind is important enough to make the effort.]
... I know things've been--rough, lately. What with the mine and all the...stuff we've been dealing with. The "other us" stuff.
[He sighs, rubbing at his neck tiredly.]
Listen, I--whatever happens, whatever...changes or memories or whatever we get, we're still in this together. We're still us, and maybe we are just some random people with nothing really in common who got dragged into this mess for no reason, but. This is--it's our lives, our home, as crappy as it can be sometimes, and like hell we're gonna let a bunch of alien bastards take it from us, right?
[There's a bit of a pause, and then a couple numbers flash across the screen. The first is his network number.]
The second one's my personal cell. If anyone needs me for anything and I'm not around on the network...[A tiny, self-deprecating laugh] I'm not good for much besides putting cuffs on crooks and shooting shit, but I'll do what I can. Even if you just need someone to talk to, or...someone to drive you to someone you need to talk to.
Don't worry about if I'm busy or sleeping or whatever. Just...know you're not alone, I guess.
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So what is it? Down in the dumps because you got tricked? Couldn't be a hero? [What are policeman concerns.] We were pretty lucky, nobody died.
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You could try if you wanted. I mean, what's the worst that could happen, right?
[A shrug]
Only if it's not outta your way, though.
[.....It's bizarre how suddenly uncomfortable he feels at Riku's question, though. Kotetsu's never really fancied himself a hero, but something about that wording.....]
It's not--...everyone's worried about this stuff, not just me. It's huge and beyond anything any of us ever imagined dealing with. That's all. I'm fine.
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Guess so. I haven't turned anyone into a mouse yet. Text me a place.
2/2
1/2
[Deadpan. But here, have an address. :T]
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[See why there's nothing for him to really talk about? Everyone's feeling that way, he thinks, and none of them have any answers.]
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Got it. I needed to try this stuff out on someone, anyway. I think I got it to work on a plant, but it's not like I get a feedback form.
2/2
1/2
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[Oops, that came out a little defensive, didn't it?]
...I mean. I don't gotta be--excited about things going to shit, do I? It'd be weird not to be worried about it.
1/2
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Right. So just how shit is it going for you?
1/2 this is the most ridiculous thread
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It's glorious <3
Was it a skanky cop outfit, Tetsu?
LMAO no it was the crapsuit
[The comment about stripper clothes makes him choke momentarily.]
Oi, don't be weird!!
[But okay brb. He leaves the phone on the table and goes and digs the thing out of his closet, holding up a ridiculous thing of spandex to the camera.]
JUST SAYING, THERE ARE MORE EMBARRASSING THINGS.
....You do pro wrestling?
IT'S STILL EMBARRASSING. ESPECIALLY WHEN THE BELT GETS STUCK AND YOU NEED TO ASK FOR HELP
[How are they even having this conversation.]
Uh, I got it back in one of those pulse things?? I think it's...[A slight groan, because this is still embarrassing and kind of awkward for him.] supposed to be a superhero costume.
SO IT /IS/ A STRIPPER OUTFIT
{Stop rejecting your hypothetical rodent lifestyle, Kotetsu.]
Still looks Halloween to me. How do you know it's a superhero costume? [Unless that Top Mag is a typo for Top Man. In which case we may have to discuss your preferences.]
>O he didn't mean to get stuck in it!!!
[HE DOESN'T NEED TO BE A RAT TO HAVE GOOD TEETH.]
'Cause...I've gotten this memory, where I'm talking to...someone, I think he was supposed to be a friend, about...heroes and companies and stuff, and he says something about how being unemployed is still better than not being able to see me fight as a Hero.
And when I got that suit, I just...knew that it was supposed to mean a lot to me, like I'd had it for a long time or something.
Work those hips, Kotetsu!
[DO YOU NEED A DOCTOR FOR YOUR LITTLE CHEWING PROBLEM?]
...You mean you took his place as a hero? Sounds pretty confusing.
Maybe you had it when you were younger...
leave his hips out of this
[Y'know, without his OPPOSABLE THUMBS which he rather enjoys having, tyvm.]
Not exactly. I mean, I don't think so. I'm...not really sure what was going on, but just before the end, he said he'd...always be a fan of--[Wild Tiger. A beat. A breath.] me? I think we might've worked together or something, maybe.
I dunno exactly what it meant to me. Just that I couldn't bear to damage or throw it out.
*tucks bills into his belt*
[He can enjoy his heightened sense of smell of that minty freshness.]
A fan? So you were a big name?
Then it's important. Your heart knows what matters.
/shakes them out