Kuroki Takeshi (
loveenetronkurorin) wrote in
dinohouse2012-10-06 03:01 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
open to any Go-Busters players from any universe incl Mushverse, ogods what am I doing
I sit back in my chair, tapping a pencil on the desk idly as I think about the latest reports.
We've made so much headway. But there's still so far to go.
We've made so much headway. But there's still so far to go.
no subject
I cringe a little at that, I have to admit. I'm not one to have stupid big romantic dreams, generally speaking. I have my principles that I stick to, and I fight against anything that tries to stop me.
But that comment did hit home. "No," I say quietly. "No, I don't think that. But your life will be yours again."
no subject
Warning.
"If Messiah is to be destroyed, it will take me with it."
no subject
"Is that a threat? Or a fact?"
Some kind of self-destruct?
no subject
no subject
"Then we need more information," I say plainly. "You're in avatar form. When you have control of your own body again things will be different."
no subject
no subject
If something happens that makes rescuing him impossible, that makes giving him his own life under his own control impossible, then I'll... deal with it at the time.
I haven't seen anything like that yet.
no subject
"D'accord, d'accord." I raise an eyebrow at him, shoot a glance at Takosawa, wonder briefly what my brother will think of the report his faithful Buddyroid is bound to bring him.
"You think it is your place to fix everything that has gone wrong in thirteen years." It's not a question.
no subject
What.
Why does he think that's so strange?
That actually nonplusses me where most things haven't. "...yes?"
no subject
And I am... anything but, anymore.
"You were seven, Hiromu. None of this is your fault. None of it is yours to fix."
no subject
no subject
Maybe something like pity. Maybe something like pain.
Maybe something between the two.
"You're human, Hiromu. I know you wonder sometimes, because of those ridiculous Weak Points, your uncommon power. Whether you're really human anymore."
The corners of my mouth pull down into an almost imperceptible frown, and I call a cable to curl down around my wrist. "But you're not like me."
no subject
I reach out instantly to stroke the end of his cable. I may not be like him, but I don't reject what he is. I don't have a problem with it. And he can be just as human as he wants to be. "No, I'm not. But we still have a lot in common."
no subject
"We have nothing in common. You are still human. You can still bleed, you can still feel and think independent thought and."
I hiss and turn away.
no subject
"You can think independent thoughts, too," I say cautiously, wondering just how he'd intended to finish that sentence. "Even if Messiah can listen in. Your body is still human, you can still bleed. "
no subject
"What do you think you know about my body?"
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
I keep repeating myself, but it's true. And maybe I can at least get him to believe it.
"Are there any tips you can give us on navigating in the subdimension? Locating things?"
no subject
I scoff at his further question, shaking my head. "Why would I do that? So you can drop in on Majesté, guns blazing? So you can kidnap my worthless anchor and drag it back here with you, not even knowing whether that's possible, whether it might kill me on the spot." I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Perhaps, Hiromu, it would do you well to think about why your Beet Buster hasn't been more candid with you."
no subject
"Both, most likely," I say, because I'm not really about to try to hide my motives.
..."What do you mean?"
no subject
He's so simple.
I shouldn't care. It's his loss.
But still.
"I mean precisely what I said, Hiromu. How do you know whether my body could survive a second transportation? What would you do if it died spontaneously upon arriving in this plane of existence?"
no subject
(no subject)