open to any Go-Busters players from any universe incl Mushverse, ogods what am I doing

[loveenetronkurorin]

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.

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[red_pleather]

"Yes, and that's the long term goal," I say calmly, probably pissing him off, but what else is new. "You have to work out what to do day to day that's achievable that will get you there."

[interpolate]

I frown at him again. He is driving me insane with his insistent questions, I'm not entirely sure why I'm bothering to answer.

"I have already been doing all that I can, Hiromu, remember, that's why I'm the bad guy."

[red_pleather]

"...you're not the bad guy."

I know this sounds stupid, but I don't know if I've ever meant anything more in my life. "You don't have to fit that role. You're you."

[interpolate]

"You're wrong." I snap at him, scowling. Takosawa actually scoots closer, I must be making him nervous.

Fine.

"This isn't a game. I can't imagine what I would do if I weren't beholden to Messiah. The fact of the matter is that I am."

[red_pleather]

...he'll get there.

"We'll fix that. Sooner or later," I say, not budging at all. "Don't worry, Emi."

[interpolate]

"You're deranged." I grumble, shaking my head. "What do you think there is to fix?"

I turn to look right at him, to meet his eyes with mine. "Do you think, if you destroy Messiah, it will simply release me into your waiting arms?"

[red_pleather]

"If we can rescue your body -- when we rescue your body, and permanently disconnect you from Messiah. Not easy, no, but fixed."

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."

[interpolate]

"You misunderstand me. So allow me to clarify," I say softly, carefully...

Warning.

"If Messiah is to be destroyed, it will take me with it."

[red_pleather]

I watch his eyes.

"Is that a threat? Or a fact?"

Some kind of self-destruct?

[interpolate]

"Not a threat." I inform him plainly. "A supposition. Messiah has sustained me for thirteen years."

[red_pleather]

...ah. That's not so bad.

"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."

[interpolate]

I roll my eyes at him again. "What makes you think it's possible for me to regain control of my body? What if my body can't be saved, Hiromu, what then?"

[red_pleather]

"Then we'll deal with it at the time." I don't think he quite realises he can't destroy me on this, he can't make me lose hope, he can't make me give up.

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.

[interpolate]

I laugh at him for that one and shake my head again.

"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.

[red_pleather]

...

What.

Why does he think that's so strange?

That actually nonplusses me where most things haven't. "...yes?"

[interpolate]

I stare at him for a moment. He truly does not understand why I think this is odd. He is too, far too human.

And I am... anything but, anymore.

"You were seven, Hiromu. None of this is your fault. None of it is yours to fix."

[red_pleather]

I shrug, still off balance. "I know I didn't cause it, but I can still take responsibility for fixing it, Emeric."

[interpolate]

"You're going to get yourself killed." I tell him bluntly. "Or kill yourself trying." I meet his eyes, and my own shine for a moment with...

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."

[red_pleather]

...that's an interesting look. I return his gaze, frowning a little.

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."

[interpolate]

"Tch." The cable reacts to the touch reflexively twisting around his finger and crushing tight.

"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.

[red_pleather]

My breath hisses between my teeth as the cable squeezes my finger tightly, but I don't react otherwise.

"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. "

[interpolate]

I raise one eyebrow at him, and call the cable away from his finger.

"What do you think you know about my body?"

[red_pleather]

I blink. He doesn't just sound pissed off like normal, he actually sounds... affronted. "That it's in the subdimension?"

[interpolate]

"A good start." I grumble softly. "You say it can bleed. That might certainly be true. But my body does not house myself any longer. The body is irrelevant and, must I remind you again, possibly irretrievable and perhaps not even something I require, or even want."

[red_pleather]

"I assume that if it dies, you die, though," I say quietly. "Does that make it irrelevant? Or are you saying you're a copy of the intelligence in that body?"