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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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