☄ from the mouths of babes | moira | closed to link and sakura CW: Possible violence and scared children. [The moment Kazuhira realized that the ship was being boarded is the moment that he took to the hallways. Most of what he's armed with has finite ammunition; he knows he'll have to be frugal. Not easy when you're facing down a vengeful horde. That's fine, though. Kazuhira Miller knows all about vengeance. Other people might have had true hope in the negotiations; his hope was that the ship would be fortified.]
[It's not enough, though. He can already tell from the heavy footsteps, the firing.]
[What stalls him up is seeing Link in the hallway.]
[A long time ago, he'd failed a group of children. He'd wanted so badly to give them the opportunities he didn't have. But Eli promised them revenge- and as said, Miller knows all about that. Those children had their own thirst, a drive to punish those that killed their families, a drive that outweighed their need to be children. And all because they were caught in the middle of some other person's war.]
[This kid is already committed to violence. Given a role to play, one he can't escape. Miller knows that, unquestionably. But he's stubborn a stubborn man. These roles can go to hell. For today, anyway. Besides, it's not a great idea to bring a sword to a gunfight.]
Link! Over here. Come with me.
☄ den of serpents | moira corridor | closed to solid snake CW: Violence, NPC deaths [That finite ammunition has hit its limit, and Kaz is in need of finding another gun. One that he's still good at using. Right now, he's not really in a position to.]
[The two of them roll across the floor, through another person's blood as he grabs at the other man's collar. He turns his head, twists away as a fist slams into the floor beside his head, and he does his damndest to try and kick the invader's kneecap off. The motion is fluid, too. The moment he's off Kaz punches him in the throat, hard, making it swell and his face redden as air fails him. The pain alone makes the Cadacun pass out.]
[Good thing the anatomy is mostly the same.]
[But the next thing he knows there's more soldiers coming. And he's still scrambling to get up from the fight he just had on the ground. His coat can block bullets, but he doesn't think it'll do a damn bit of good against these guns.]
☄ counting eggs before they hatch | med bay and around | ota CW: Currently N/A [After everything is said and done, Miller has to take stock. Meticulously searching out every person he knows (every person that's alive, anyway). Though even that stipulation isn't particularly strict; Paz is gone. He can't find her. The woman who has become some gestahlt entity of traitorous bitch and the angel of peace, a weapon made for destruction and a girl who could only really love when she existed as a lie. So much he should have said.]
[But no, his last minutes of seeing her were of him being a pathetic, laughable mess. Broken with a loss he's starting to lose hope he can recover. Then there was Alan. They were just acquaintance, not particularly close, but to his friend? Alan was a creator, a god, a father. He created warriors and he couldn't fight back. Miller had arrived a fraction of a second too late, the warning too slow.]
[This makes his search for people more frantic, and when he finds someone he knows, he'll be approaching them quickly to make sure they're alright.]
☄ Wildcard | OTA CW: Warn in subject OOC: throw a fish at my face
Kazuhira Miller
CW: Possible violence and scared children.
[The moment Kazuhira realized that the ship was being boarded is the moment that he took to the hallways. Most of what he's armed with has finite ammunition; he knows he'll have to be frugal. Not easy when you're facing down a vengeful horde. That's fine, though. Kazuhira Miller knows all about vengeance. Other people might have had true hope in the negotiations; his hope was that the ship would be fortified.]
[It's not enough, though. He can already tell from the heavy footsteps, the firing.]
[What stalls him up is seeing Link in the hallway.]
[A long time ago, he'd failed a group of children. He'd wanted so badly to give them the opportunities he didn't have. But Eli promised them revenge- and as said, Miller knows all about that. Those children had their own thirst, a drive to punish those that killed their families, a drive that outweighed their need to be children. And all because they were caught in the middle of some other person's war.]
[This kid is already committed to violence. Given a role to play, one he can't escape. Miller knows that, unquestionably. But he's stubborn a stubborn man. These roles can go to hell. For today, anyway. Besides, it's not a great idea to bring a sword to a gunfight.]
Link! Over here. Come with me.
☄ den of serpents | moira corridor | closed to solid snake
CW: Violence, NPC deaths
[That finite ammunition has hit its limit, and Kaz is in need of finding another gun. One that he's still good at using. Right now, he's not really in a position to.]
[The two of them roll across the floor, through another person's blood as he grabs at the other man's collar. He turns his head, twists away as a fist slams into the floor beside his head, and he does his damndest to try and kick the invader's kneecap off. The motion is fluid, too. The moment he's off Kaz punches him in the throat, hard, making it swell and his face redden as air fails him. The pain alone makes the Cadacun pass out.]
[Good thing the anatomy is mostly the same.]
[But the next thing he knows there's more soldiers coming. And he's still scrambling to get up from the fight he just had on the ground. His coat can block bullets, but he doesn't think it'll do a damn bit of good against these guns.]
☄ counting eggs before they hatch | med bay and around | ota
CW: Currently N/A
[After everything is said and done, Miller has to take stock. Meticulously searching out every person he knows (every person that's alive, anyway). Though even that stipulation isn't particularly strict; Paz is gone. He can't find her. The woman who has become some gestahlt entity of traitorous bitch and the angel of peace, a weapon made for destruction and a girl who could only really love when she existed as a lie. So much he should have said.]
[But no, his last minutes of seeing her were of him being a pathetic, laughable mess. Broken with a loss he's starting to lose hope he can recover. Then there was Alan. They were just acquaintance, not particularly close, but to his friend? Alan was a creator, a god, a father. He created warriors and he couldn't fight back. Miller had arrived a fraction of a second too late, the warning too slow.]
[This makes his search for people more frantic, and when he finds someone he knows, he'll be approaching them quickly to make sure they're alright.]
☄ Wildcard | OTA
CW: Warn in subject
OOC: throw a fish at my face