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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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When he was younger, back after he'd first known what it was like to have the weight of a murder bearing down on him, this was all he'd wanted -- for someone to tell him they understood, that he hadn't done anything wrong, and that he'd been in the right for killing someone who'd deserved to die. But now that it's actually here ... he gets the strange sense that this isn't quite right, either. Something about the casual way Misa states her approval doesn't sit quite right with him, and those placid words don't do much to ease the persistent, weighty feeling that's been bearing down on his lungs for days, now.
Not that he doesn't still appreciate them.
He'd only given her a sideways glance past the scraggly shadow of his hair at first, looking at her at the fringes of his field of vision without turning his head. But when Misa lays down that final comment -- that she's glad he was able to kill Dokja -- he can't help laughing. It's a soft noise, barely more than a hoarse exhale, and lacking in any mockery or derision. If anything, Gen simply sounds disbelieving -- his words are muffled from the way he drags his hand over his face, trying to scuff the exhausted blurriness out of his eyes, but it does little to hide the incredulous edge to his words. ]
Y'know, I never thought I'd ever actually hear someone say they're glad I killed a person.
[ Just for a moment, Misa might feel a flicker of something hurt and bitter accompany those words, but Gen heaves a sigh, and it's gone. He slouches further down in his seat to rest his head against the back of the bench, pressing his knuckles against that point between his brows to ease the persistent headache he's had since returning from Venera. The lack of sleep probably hasn't been helping. Still, he struggles through that muddy haze that's been filling his head to try and think of how the hell to respond to everything Misa's said. ]
... mmn. Yeah, I know. I know I did the right thing. [ He does. But the fact that he says it out loud, even soft and under his breath, probably makes it evident he's still convincing himself of it. ] I knew that. But, just ... I guess hearing it from you doesn't hurt.
[ Ironically, the fact that those words are coming from Misa, specifically, does help. Gen knows that there is something deeply broken about Misa, that she's also someone who's been incredibly hurt and had her priorities skewed as a result of it. But still -- that doesn't negate the fact that she does seem to understand what he's feeling at least in part, even if their circumstances are different. And if nothing else, he knows Misa wouldn't lie just to make him feel better. She probably really believes what she's saying -- and that's somehow far more important to him than what she's actually saying. The fact that she's capable of being straightforward with him in this moment, and not looking at him with fear. ]
... I 'ppreciate it.
[ Those last few words are murmured quietly, audible only thanks to a lull in the foot traffic nearby. ]
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In fact, she even feels a little flicker of pride, getting him to admit that she made him feel better, even if it was for something like this. Aloof, lonely, tough-guy Gen. It's a comfort to her, too, to feel helpful and to feel appreciated, especially after a long string of what have felt like personal failures— failing guarding the execution of Vaeka, and failing to prevent Amos from nearly dying, too. ]
See, I knew you'd come around and appreciate me one day.
[ She hmphs, closing her eyes briefly with satisfaction, before tilting over enough so that she can bump shoulders with him in a light tease. But, instead of easing away immediately, she keeps herself pressed there, moving to keep the glass bottle still in her hand at her side. Due to the nature of her injuries, and the way they're sitting, she can't go all out on dealing out affection like she might with her typical forceful and energetic antics on a normal day— but maybe that's fine, anyway, given the solemnness of the moment. Selfishly, she just wants to feel connected to him, together with him, more than they are just through their Legacy. ]
Some people deserve it and stuff... just like Kira says. [ Because he must know of Kira; it was international news in her time, and she doubts the spectacle would be wiped away by a measly 16 years, even if she doubts she would've been acting as Kira herself in his time. The comment is said casually, like the context is obvious. ] You're fine. I don't think it's weird at all to think that way, even if you're making it seem like I'm weird.
[ Her words are light and encouraging, built on a solid, immovable foundation in her own mind that perfectly assuages every worry she could've ever had about all the lives she'd taken being something to worry about. ]