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aionlogs2022-07-29 02:05 am
lifespanned) wrote in aionlogs2022-07-29 02:05 am
OPEN
WHO: Misa & co.
WHAT: event aftermath!
WHERE: Achamoth, tiny smidge of Godsblood
WHEN: late Soviseri, early Firaseri
WARNINGS: will add if applicable!
I. early return (citadel, misa's room)
[ The return to Achamoth is, ironically, uneventful.
Misa is unconscious for most of it, and when she makes it back to the Citadel, those who see her right when the Godsblood envoy returns will see that she needs the servants' assistance walking to her quarters, and she favors weight far more to her right side. Even still, she doesn't wrap an arm around those who assist her, either, the reason for which is a net of bandages that cover and wrap around the entirety of her right shoulder.
Those who don't witness her directly may still become privy to her weakened state; she doesn't emerge from her quarters for a full day after after the return, which is highly unusual behavior for the outgoing and boisterous Misa, often seen around the Citadel bothering anyone she lays eyes on. Should any other Kenoma try to reach out to her with Communion, or further yet, knock at her door, she'll answer with a tired and irritable: ]
What is it? I'm trying to sleep, here.
II. later return (in the city)
[ When Misa gathers the strength to do more than keep herself contained to the Citadel, the first thing she tries to do is drag other people out with her. It's her number one way of dealing with anything unpleasant in life - to bury it, deeply, beneath something fun and happy and exciting. She's certain she won't be thinking about everything that happened in Godsblood if she spends a little time outdoors with a companion. And luckily, she'll drag just about anyone she knows out with her.
But it's perhaps that over eagerness to go do something to take her mind off things that prompts her to... push herself too fast. While she seems enthusiastic to go outdoors, the fact of the matter is that she's still not wholly herself - her hair remains un-styled, face bare of makeup, due to the lack of mobility in her right arm while it heals. Heavy blood loss in Godsblood has rendered her complexion a little paler than usual, and difficulty moving has rendered her wardrobe much less extravagant and cute than is typical of her outdoors fare.
Not long after she and her trusty out-on-the-town friend have made it away from the Citadel, she suddenly stumbles and slumps heavily in her companion's side in an uncharacteristically awkward fashion. ]
Woah...! I guess I'm still a little woozy.... [ She gives a nervous laugh, clearly trying to play off her dizzy spell— she even tries to reorient herself (with little success, still basically leaning into her Kenopal for support), sticking her tongue out cutely as if she'd just tripped on a rock instead of come close to fainting. ] Gosh, I feel so clumsy.
III. wildcard + closed starters
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lunarians or in the discord if you'd like to do something aftermath flavored that doesn't fit into these! i'm ofc also open to communions for any pleroma that wanna do aftermath stuff, since it's not likely misa will be up and about in godsblood for long. anywho, i'll be putting closed starters below! )
WHAT: event aftermath!
WHERE: Achamoth, tiny smidge of Godsblood
WHEN: late Soviseri, early Firaseri
WARNINGS: will add if applicable!
I. early return (citadel, misa's room)
[ The return to Achamoth is, ironically, uneventful.
Misa is unconscious for most of it, and when she makes it back to the Citadel, those who see her right when the Godsblood envoy returns will see that she needs the servants' assistance walking to her quarters, and she favors weight far more to her right side. Even still, she doesn't wrap an arm around those who assist her, either, the reason for which is a net of bandages that cover and wrap around the entirety of her right shoulder.
Those who don't witness her directly may still become privy to her weakened state; she doesn't emerge from her quarters for a full day after after the return, which is highly unusual behavior for the outgoing and boisterous Misa, often seen around the Citadel bothering anyone she lays eyes on. Should any other Kenoma try to reach out to her with Communion, or further yet, knock at her door, she'll answer with a tired and irritable: ]
What is it? I'm trying to sleep, here.
II. later return (in the city)
[ When Misa gathers the strength to do more than keep herself contained to the Citadel, the first thing she tries to do is drag other people out with her. It's her number one way of dealing with anything unpleasant in life - to bury it, deeply, beneath something fun and happy and exciting. She's certain she won't be thinking about everything that happened in Godsblood if she spends a little time outdoors with a companion. And luckily, she'll drag just about anyone she knows out with her.
But it's perhaps that over eagerness to go do something to take her mind off things that prompts her to... push herself too fast. While she seems enthusiastic to go outdoors, the fact of the matter is that she's still not wholly herself - her hair remains un-styled, face bare of makeup, due to the lack of mobility in her right arm while it heals. Heavy blood loss in Godsblood has rendered her complexion a little paler than usual, and difficulty moving has rendered her wardrobe much less extravagant and cute than is typical of her outdoors fare.
Not long after she and her trusty out-on-the-town friend have made it away from the Citadel, she suddenly stumbles and slumps heavily in her companion's side in an uncharacteristically awkward fashion. ]
Woah...! I guess I'm still a little woozy.... [ She gives a nervous laugh, clearly trying to play off her dizzy spell— she even tries to reorient herself (with little success, still basically leaning into her Kenopal for support), sticking her tongue out cutely as if she'd just tripped on a rock instead of come close to fainting. ] Gosh, I feel so clumsy.
III. wildcard + closed starters
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✦ closed to EUSTACE
It's more than the injury that keeps her there. It's what she saw - a sight so similar to what had happened to her parents, right in front of her, a second time. She hadn't expected to feel anything, seeing people bleed or die. In Tokyo, she'd seen that after her parents died with no problems - with less of a reaction than a flinch. So why is it bothering her so much now?
There's really only one person who she thinks may have an answer for her, and it takes little deliberation for her to reach out to him. She'd felt disappointed, when she saw that Eustace had been given a different assignment than she had, too - and with the exhausted state she arrived back in Achamoth in, she hasn't even had a chance to see how Eustace is doing at all. Her own selfish reasons for calling out to him aside, she worries how he's faring - how anyone in Venera fared, for that matter.
He'll feel the push her of her Communion sooner or later, her voice's usual force tempered greatly by her lack of energy. ]
Eustace, can you come to my room? Pretty please?
[ Genuinely hurt and exhausted as she is, she still maintains a semblance of her typical level of dramatics - though with likely everyone in the Citadel struck down in some way, perhaps the seriousness of her request is made more obvious. ]
I need help. And I don't like asking the servants to do it...
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Between being skewered physically (by Dex), psychically (by the Innocence entity), and mentally (by the sight of Gen bloodied and armless in that quaint Venera church), there isn't much left of him that hasn't been bashed into small pieces. He feels like he could sleep for a week straight—except that when he tries, he's haunted by the memories of all he's seen, all he's felt.
Misa's call comes as a welcome distraction, and he answers quickly, grabbing his shard without hesitation even as he stands abruptly from his seat in his own room. ]
Sure. I'll be right there. Do you need me to bring anything?
[ He'll pick up whatever she asks of him without question, knocking on her door and waiting for her reply before he pushes it open.
He looks...well, not in great shape, but probably better than the rest of them even with dark smears under his eyes. After all, he's not missing any limbs or fingers, and the one scar gashed across his abdomen is largely healed and hidden under layers of clothes. All and all, he looks about the same, except for one thing: his usual Kenoma aura, usually the same shade and intensity as Misa's, is noticeably lighter now, indicative of a lower tier. ]
What did you need?
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Luckily, she hasn't made any outlandish requests for him to bring her anything - she'd politely refused when he asked, apparently content with just his company. And when he steps into her room proper, she (somewhat awkwardly) pushes herself up with her left arm, gingerly and very carefully moving herself to kneel. ]
Oh, I need help putting a new bandage on...
[ She answers honestly, if not a bit meekly. It's not that she's embarrassed about needing help, but she does find it a little humiliating how an injury like this had been enough to take her out. Prior to coming to Horos, of course, this wouldn't be the case— what normal person would be ashamed of enduring being shot twice? — but now that she's seen what other people endure... she can't help but feel like she's falling behind. In any case, she looks over her right shoulder a bit for emphasis— Eustace will see that there's a pad of gauze strapped there to the back of her shoulder by strips of cloth bandage, not marked with blood, but still clearly not meant to be taken off permanently, based on the gentle, nervous movements that Misa makes to avoid moving the muscles beneath there much. ]
I can't reach it on my own... sorry to make you come here for something so dumb.
[ And for once, her apology actually seems genuine; she's sure Eustace is dealing with a lot... but she couldn't help it, she didn't want anyone else's help. On the nightstand, there's a number of gauze pads that had been left there by servants— presumably so they'd be there whenever the retainers that walk the Citadel halls could use them if they checked on her. ]
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It's not stupid. You can ask me for help any time, for anything you need.
[ It's a rebuff of her words but gentle, softened by the genuine worry that leaks through.
Even if it's for something as small and inconsequential as him sitting around while she talks, he'll do it. There a lot of things he doesn't like, most of which she's probably clued into by now, but for her he'll sacrifice his own comfort if it means making her happy.
(How long will that last though.....only time will tell.)
As always, he's efficient as he works, fingers steady as he peels off her gauze with as little jostling as he can manage. It certainly isn't a pleasant-looking wound, but better to leave with scarring than a whole limb missing. (He thinks again of Gen, and his mood darkens further.) ]
Was it bad? In Godsblood?
[ He'd gotten the gist of the physical toll taken during the battle there, but mentally he has no idea how anyone's doing. ]
can't believe i have to make this thread as depressing as possible now
She's glad he's behind her, because much as she'd flinched and grimaced when he'd initially peeled back the gauze, staying still and tense so as to not disturb his work or jostle the bed... she finds herself smiling to herself, warm and content, feeling as though a weight has been lifted off her, and as if a small part of the ache that had been reopened in Godsblood has been patched up. Not for the first time since they visited the bakery together, Misa feels a fondness for this secret, soft side of him well up in her, perhaps doubly so since she knows for certain not many else are likely to be treated so nicely by him. She feels special, cared for.
With her left hand, she reaches back to pull the curtain of her hair over her shoulder, out of his way, nodding once. ]
Yeah.... I wished you were there.
[ Maybe it wouldn't have changed anything. But in hindsight, she can naively, and optimistically believe that if Eustace was there, things might have been better, that he might have been able to do more than she had. ]
It was pretty scary on the last few days. No one died, but.... Amos got really hurt. I was there when it happened.
[ She explains, her heartrate raising just a bit in her chest just from speaking about it. ]
Did you hear about it?
[ Being holed up like this, she doesn't know how much information has traveled around the Citadel at this point, or if Amos is even up and walking around like normal. ]
that's what we're here for....
Part of him wants to know who on the Pleroma side (because it must have been a Pleroma, no ordinary citizen could have breached Vaeka's prison, surely) had committed the heinous crime of shooting Misa not once but twice. It's war and these things happen, but there's still a petty spiteful part of him that wants to dole out revenge, to give back in equal amounts what Misa had received.
The old bloodied gauze gets set to the side, his frown deepening further now that her injury's on full display. Again, he works as cautiously as he can, carefully laying layers of fresh gauze atop the wound. ]
I would have been there if I could.
[ No point in lying and saying he hadn't been worried when both Gray and Misa had been ordered to Godsblood and he'd been sent the opposite direction to Venera. But knowing that both Ciel and Amos had also been assigned to Godsblood had put some of his fears to rest.
Amos being hurt pretty bad though….that doesn't line up with what he'd heard from Ciel yesterday. He frowns even deeper, fingers pausing momentarily. Still, he keeps his voice even. ]
I heard he lost a few fingers. Did something else happen?
[ He doesn't like the way her shoulders tense up even further as she speaks, dread starting to well in the pit of his stomach. ]
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A few Pleroma broke in to save one of them that we captured. There was a big fight... and that Ernesto guy...
[ The click, click, click of her nails fidgeting against each other fills the silence of the room for a few beats, as she chews on how to say it. ]
He... he took a sword right to Amos's neck, you know? There was so much blood...
[ It was too close to back then. She gives a slight sigh, ducking her chin down, even though she doesn't need to do anything to hide her expression from him, sitting as they are. There's something almost shy, small, about the way she confesses it, so unlike her usual proud behavior - it's a strange part of herself that she never bared to the world before Horos. A part of herself that she still is yet to understand, because of how little she's let herself feel this particular emotion. The real fear she'd felt during the moments of her parents' murder. ]
It felt like it was happening again.
[ There's a knowing tone in her voice - she's sure he'll know right away what she means. And distantly, she wonders if in Venera, he was made to see anything that reminded him of something similar... it wouldn't be surprising, if he had, given the locale of his assignment - homes with families in them. ]
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Even the knowledge that Ernesto had slit Amos's throat isn't enough to mark him permanently in Eustace's book, though he can understand the impact such a sight would have left on Misa, especially after everything he'd seen. If it had been a slightly different set up, if limbs had been blown up and bits and piece of those he'd come to consider friends been sent flying everywhere....there's no telling how much he might have lost his mind in that moment.
Though the gauze isn't fully pressed on yet, he pauses in his work, one hand lifting to run his fingers lightly through her hair and across her scalp, a small gesture meant to be soothing and comforting. His mother had done it all those years ago, when he'd been small and frightened of so many more things. ]
But it didn't, right? [ Voice soft, but encouraging. ] Amos is still alive now, still with us. He'll recover.
[ If he knows anything about Amos, it's that the man can shrug off most things, his even-keeled disposition making him uniquely suited to the trials of war. ]
Plus he's has you watching over him, along with everyone else. We'll all do our best to keep him - and each other - safe.
[ Until SOMEone defects.... ]
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I know you're right... but I just couldn't help but feel the same way. You get it, don't you? Wanting to make someone pay...
[ For as grave a matter as this is, she speaks of it rather lightly - it's because she thinks he'll wholeheartedly agree. He wanted to get back at the people who destroyed his village and family, and with good reason. Misa had wanted to kill her parents' killer, and now... well, she wants the man responsible for making Amos hurt the way he did to pay for it in blood, too. That assumption is why she leaves little room for him to implore about it, seamlessly moving on from the comment as if it were as mundane as passing talk about the weather. ]
I just want to keep everyone safe, like you said. I was able to protect Amos at the last minute, actually. [ Said with a hint of pride. She tilts her head back and to the side playfully, searching out his eyes best she can from the awkward angle. ] I could protect you too, if you stay near me next time.
[ She could watch over them both, over everyone, just like he said. There's faint amusement in her suggestion - dampened by the topic matter of injury and war - but there's genuineness there, too, as if wholeheartedly trying to prove to him that she could be of help to him someday. ]
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Though he's distracted by something else first. ]
You did?
[ There's a little surprise in his voice - sorry Misa, you look like a teen idol who's never had to do a day of hard labor in her life - but it's quickly followed by a swell of pride, like a parent hearing about their child's accomplishments at school. (Or in this case, on....the battlefield....)
By now, her dressing's been fully replaced and taped back on, and he takes a seat next to her, dropping down into a casual sit less than a foot away. It really speaks to how comfortable he's grown around Misa to be willing to be so close without feeling immense discomfort. ]
Tell me about it. [ Please feel free to hype yourself as much as necessary. ] Maybe I'll be able to see next time.
[ Like when they face off against each other on opposite sides instead of the same side......... ]
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Oh, have you ever heard of Medusa? I gained a similar power. Turning people to stone... I was able to stop the blood flow from the wound by doing that. Pretty smart, huh?
[ And it's much easier to discuss the event through that lens - through the lens that she had done something helpful and saved someone's life. In a way, it's one of the most helpful ways this conversation might've gone, because she wants to convince him that maybe one day, she could save his life, too. ]
closes my eyes at stupid gbf lore
But even that brief description is enough to help provide some context for the answer Misa gives, one that still manages to surprise him. Such a power for such an unassuming girl. Once again, he's reminded not to judge based solely on appearance. ]
I've heard of her. Supposedly she traveled with the same crew I did for some time.
[ Never got the chance to meet her though. ]
That was quick thinking though. Very smart of you.
[ And for once the words aren't sarcastic but genuine, said with another smile and meant as a real compliment for a job well done. ]
We're lucky to have you with us.
everyday i learn something new about gbf. thank you for your service val
And besides, he's just said something way, way more important. ]
Ehe... isn't that right? Everyone's lucky to have Misa on their side.
[ She'd been holding back before, but his praise, paired with the gentle smile gracing his features well up enough affection in her that she physically can't hold it in. Godsblood wasn't kind to her. Coming back to Achamoth has been far from comfortable, either - if there's anything she really longs for right now, it's the reassurance and warmth she feels when she can gift her affection to others.
Injured as the back of her right arm is, she can't lift it very much, so she settles for turning towards him and wrapping that arm around his waist, while her left arm loops around his shoulders, tugging him in close regardless of whether he ends up showing apprehension at her initiating the display. ]
You never know when you might need my help. So stay in my sight, okay?
[ She chirps out her double-meaning joke in a sing-song, carefree tone, resting her chin on his shoulder comfortably as if it's the most natural thing in the world. With that, her spirits seem lifted again. It's not very often she receives genuine praise from someone like this - from someone who isn't her fan, or something like that. It feels nice to be appreciated for her efforts. And, more than anything, she wants to believe she can be of use to him someday, when it counts. ]
gbf, the canon where you can have medusa greek mythology and lelouch code geass in the same party
It doesn't hurt Eustace, though the sudden show of affection does surprise him a great deal. He knows who he is, on both a surface and fundamental level. He's not someone that's easy to get along with and not someone that people go to for compliments or affection or comfort. It's the way things have been for a long long time, and he's gotten used to being lonely even if it's not something he'd ever wished for.
So the sudden warmth catches him off-guard, his eyes widening and his whole body going stiff like a statue. But only for a second, before the realization of what's happening hits him and brings back a flood of memories. Of his family crowding around each other, his mother dishing out hugs and praise. Of curling up against his brother and sisters at night and letting their presence lull him to sleep.
He's missed this sort of affection, more than he can say.
His own motions are far slower and far more hesitant than Misa's own, but he nevertheless returns the hug in kind, both arms wrapping around her with care. His chin comes to a rest atop her head, eyelids slowly closing as he lets himself enjoy this moment without a care for anything else. ]
Yeah. I'll do my best not to go too far. And I'll do the same for you too.
[ What a big fat fucken LIAR!!!! ]
UR ICON...... WAILS
It's the romanticized view with which she prefers to view all things that leads her to that belief, and also leads her to feel sure that things will always be like this - if she has to will it herself, so be it. But in the moment, she can't imagine the chips falling any other way.
Once the moment has lingered for a few beats, she pulls back just enough to give him a light kiss on the cheek, firm enough to not be fleeting, but gentle enough to not be overbearing or obnoxious. It's simply a manifestation of her teeming affection - spilling over and having no place to go but to be expressed by her. It's how she is in all matters, moving and acting and speaking with her heart in full. It's why she came from the Lover's shrine, after all, it's a fundamental part to who she is. She has no reason or desire to restrain that feeling, so she doesn't. Simple as that. ]
Okay, you promised, then!
[ It's said in jest, bright and merry as she releases him, absolutely content with those words from him alone. and then the audience laugh track played ]
goes to flood my room with tears while wrapping this thread up
There's a little prickle of something in the corner of his eyes and he's quick to turn his head away momentarily, blinking rapidly to chase the worst of it away. ]
Okay.
[ His voice is hoarse despite not having said all that much all morning, the emotions previously bottled up inside threatening to spill out. But he manages to push them all back down with a few slow breaths, though he can't fully hide the look of vulnerability that's settled onto his face. ]
What's the first thing you want to do, once you're feeling better?
[ He will do his best to make any and all of her wishes come true once enough days have passed. For now, they can simply talk about it and enjoy each other's company for this last precious amount of time before everything goes terribly wrong. ]