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january event log
Who: Everyone
When: January 3rd and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: The crew finally make it to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies, death, and violence. Please label your content!
When: January 3rd and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: The crew finally make it to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies, death, and violence. Please label your content!
E V E N T L O G |
"Let them in, and take them out."
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Explain which part, Shiro?! Which part?! The part that I'm a monster or the part that I'm afraid screwing with the Ingress could let that monster out?! Huh?! Which one??
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[He flinches internally, at that. Doing his best to keep it off his face. It's been a while since he heard those words bouncing around in his head. He'll see if he can't fight them off a while longer.]
Both.
Or whichever one is going to let us help.
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And unless you're willing to cut me down, then there is no helping. And honestly? You've seen the scar on my back. I don't think you could kill me if you tried. If a goddamn Archfiend couldn't do it when I was a child then I sincerely doubt anyone has the strength to do it now.
[He stands up and starts pacing in agitation. Searching for words. Searching for a way out. Finally, he just turns to Shiro.]
I'm not human, Shiro. I was supposed to be, but I'm not.
[The words are desperate. His voice is pleading. They're so full of anger and remorse and it's all directed at himself.]
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[He stays put against the wall. Watching him. He's still being as honest as possible. Especially when he says he just doesn't know.]
[Lying and pretending isn't in him.]
[He had something else to say, but... I was supposed to be, but I'm not... makes him stop. And study the ground at their feet.]
I was supposed to be a pilot. That's all I wanted. I was supposed to complete the biggest mission humanity had ever taken on itself. And bring my crew back safely.
... but I'm not.
I'm something else. Something I never asked to be. I... don't even remember it -- not all of it.
[Champion... He shoves that voice, the image of glowing eyes, hands reaching out, holding him down, of bright lights and shouting alien voices, out of his mind. Squaring up his shoulders.]
You're not the only one here who had no say in what they were made into. You're not the only one who hates it.
So maybe you're not too far past help.
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[No wonder he felt drawn to Shiro. The similarities were so stark. And yet, here Shiro was...somehow keeping it together.]
[Darin was thankful. He really was. He lowers his head, ashamed as the next words tumble out of his mouth.]
Shiro...
...I'm supposed to end the world...
That's what I was born to do...
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[But that won't help. It won't help anyone -- not the one who needs him right now. So he takes a deep breath. And drags it back into the open.]
... I was supposed to be some kind of weapon for the enemy. Be their right hand or... something I don't remember.
Instead, I'm helping fight them with everything they did to me.
[He steps forward, then, drawing himself up.]
What you're "supposed" to do doesn't mean anything if you can fight it. I'm going to.
Are you?
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[He doesn't realize it, as his own thoughts are focused inward, but the air around him has suddenly grown heavy. The thought of his friend, possibly his best friend, being turned and used into something like him?]
[If he ever found who did this, he'd tear them limb from limb.]
[Then, all at once, the weight in the air, the pressure is lifted. Darin's sharp green eyes meet Shiro's gaze.]
What if...what if I start to falter? What if I start to become like my brother..?
...Will you stop me?
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[He doesn't want to answer the question. He doesn't... want to even entertain the idea. Because there's a part of him that doesn't ever want to have to hurt someone important again -- even to protect them.]
[But he keeps that off his face.]
[He keeps the memory of the last time he'd had to hurt someone to save them out of his head. And how he may have let them down, in the process.]
I don't pretend like I understand what all you're talking about here. [Mostly because Darin's been vague as hell. The weird pressure thing just makes it more confusing.] But...
I'll help. You know that.
It's what I do.
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I won't lie, I've...seen what I may be capable of.
Somewhere, deep inside of me...I have the power to level cities. Maybe even more than that. My brother has it. He and I are the same...twins born with the same destiny.
[He looks at his hands. He'd spent his life creating things. He loved it. But maybe it's because he was trying to avoid what he truly was at all costs.]
I don't know the extent of my power. I know I'm strong and I know I'm stupidly hard to kill. But there's more. I can feel it.
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[Granted, he sort of doubts this thing hanging off his shoulder is some kind of nuclear weapon. Or can level anything so big as a city. But it's the same sort of idea.]
[Not knowing what it is you're really capable of.]
[He's fought with it in front of Darin before, but this is different. His hand ignites -- purple light blazing from fingertip to wrist. He reaches back behind him, to the wall. And with no more effort than putting his hand in a pail of water, the glowing fingers cut straight through the metal.]
You'd think this kind of thing would come with a manual. But it doesn't.
[He pulls his hand back. The light dies, and the hand is undamaged. The wall is another story.]
There's always more to it than you want there to be.
I guess my point is, you're not the only one.
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[Darin's smile is bemused and weak. He wanders over to the wall nearest him and places a hand on it. Slowly, almost as if he were pushing into a pillow, with next to no effort, Darin's hand sinks into the metal wall, denting and shaping it to the contours of his hand. Then, he tightens his grip and he tears the metal screaming away from the wall, as if it were made of tissue paper. He crumples it into a ball and drops it with a hard clang.]
I've...never really known what it's like to have someone have a similar problem. After Dromas died...I was alone. I was constantly holding myself back...hiding what I could do. Measuring myself to what I thought would be normal for a kid to be able to do...then a teenager...and now as a grown adult.
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[But he keeps that to himself. Carefully squashing it.]
My advice? Find out what the limits are. Stop comparing, and figure it out, if you don't already know.
... there isn't really anything comparable, anyway.
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[He snorts.]
How do you measure half of a god's power?
I'm not trying to be sarcastic...it's a legitimate question. Diomuhr, half of who's soul is bound to mine, is the Lord of the Archfiends. Basically the king of Hell. His power combined with the Lord of the Celestials created my world. I have half of...that I guess.
I'm afraid of my limits. I've seen what Dromas has done without even trying. If I ever lost control...
[He lets the world ending implications hang in the air.]
I don't know how I've managed to keep my power suppressed. Maybe because I've grown up consciously trying to fit in and be normal and I've been measuring it incrementally as I grew. Who knows? But it leaks out from time to time. Things...happen.
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[One more way they're both in the same boat. Who knows what this thing he's got is capable of? He'd seen the supposed "upgraded" model. Something hideous and deformed. There's... no real way to know without asking whoever was responsible for putting it there.]
... looks like we're more in the same situation than we thought.
[He won't say it's exactly the same, but it's close.]
And so you're afraid what you're doing with the Ingress is going to make all of it worse?
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Never thought about it before. But all this talk about energy...
I don't know. It's got me doubting. If something goes haywire with the Ingress, there's no telling what it could do to me.
[He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. It's becoming more and more obvious that doing that is a tell for when he gets anxious.]
Y'know, I've been thinking about your arm. Your prosthetic, I mean. You've always been guarded about it. I didn't wanna pry but...
I guess, what I want to say is that if something goes wrong with it, I can make you a new one. Maybe not as sophisticated but...with the things I've been learning...maybe one day it's possible.
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[Even from the tapes, it sounded like what the crewmate did was deliberate. It hadn't been an accident.]
[But then the subject starts to change, and he's shifting a little. To partially put one shoulder more behind himself. The more people notice, pay direct attention to it, the more self-conscious he's started to feel.]
Because I never wanted this. Any of it. I don't know where it came from. Why it's there -- aside from being someone's idea of a weapon.
... and if anything goes wrong with it, I want it to stay that way. Wrong and gone. [His fist coils up as he says that. Bitterly says it. Only to blow out a breath, and add, in an undertone.]
But if that does happen... it needs to be restored. Pidge needs it restored.
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[He offers his friend a confident smile.]
I'm not going to crank you out a new arm overnight. We'll table the idea. And if you ever want someone to look it over...well, at least you know now that if there's anyone who can take a hit from that, it's me and you know why.
...As for Pidge, don't worry. We'll figure it out. Bit by bit. One day at a time.
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It'd be nice to have a weapon like the others, honestly. [Assuming Pidge has probably used said weapon on this guy by now. Lance had probably been tazed by said Bayard five times in the same space of time.] Somehow I ended up without one.
[lol]
Dr. Ziegler said the same thing. Looks like both of you have something in common there, too.
[But he shakes his head.]
Either way, it can't happen until she has what she needs.
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As for Dr. Ziegler, I don't think we've met. Maybe I'll look up the name when things get settled.
[That last comment gives him pause though.]
What could Pidge want from a prosthetic...?
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[He nods.] Angela Ziegler. Blonde lady, on the smaller side. [Shiro you're huge you don't get to say that.] She knows Lucio. And a lot about this kind of thing.
[There's a pause. Looking down at his hand in thought.]
It's mostly her place to say. But... this thing might open doors to help her finish her mission. I can't take that from her.
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[He picks his notebook back up and thumbs through a few pages, walking over to Shiro in the process. He flips it over in front of him, then sidles up beside him to peer over his shoulder while he explains it.]
It's a spear at first glance. Offers versatility and is great at keeping your opponent back and creating distance. But, their main weakness is when someone manages to parry and get in close. That's...
[He turns the page.]
Why this concept combines a spear and a three-section staff. Someone manages to get in close, two quick twists and you're taking away the advantage they thought they had.
The great thing about the spear though is that, not only does it keep opponents on their toes and at a distance, it can very easily set up other attacks from teammates.
Perfect for a team leader, if you ask me.
[He offers Shiro a gentle pat on the back.]
As for Pidge's mission, I won't pry. If she ever trusts me enough, I'm sure she'll tell me.
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[He doesn't say it dismissively. More thoughtfully. Thinking through it all. He can't remember if it's something he's ever used before. Maybe there's a reason he can't -- or maybe he's truly never used something like that. It sounds more like something Allura would do...]
[... maybe she could give him pointers.]
Can't say I've ever used something like that. But I don't have anything against learning new things.
[He blinks at the pat, but offers one of his own, too.]
Or if she ever gets mad enough.
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If I can't wield it, how can I be sure it's right for a customer?
...And somehow, the thought of Pidge being mad scares me more than seeing the Princess mad.
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You should be, though. The last time she was really angry, she cut off an enemy commander's arm.
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...Hold on! Who the hell's been saying I'm not intelligent! Was it the damn Princess?! Because I'll show her intelligence!
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