Tokusatsu musebox

I'm not entirely sure how he could be so stupidly reckless. Is not that usually Hiromu's area of expertise? I suppose my little stunt with Ryuuji must have been more distressing to him than I would have assumed. He's looking for me of course, while I already know where he is. I suppose this is what they call divine providence. A theory I have been long considering, begging to be put to the test. We are, after all, identical. Right down to the DNA.

He shouldn't have left their base in such a state, especially not alone. It's not as though it takes a long time for his stupid damned Weak Point to trigger, as always out of the blue. From there, it's quick enough to grab him and spirit him away through the subspace to one of my own numerous abandoned safe spaces on the surface.

A loop of cable around his arms and two around his legs to keep him out of trouble. I don't want him wandering around, after all, but I don't want to hurt him. I just want to try something.

Replicating his hair and clothes is easy, though not entirely comfortable. I slip the odd chest harness of off him, with the little device over the left breast. And the Brace from around his wrist, of course. That's the most important part.

All that's left is to tuck my goggles into my pocket and head out to their base. "Je t'aime." I press a kiss to the top of his head and leave before he has a chance to wake up.

As long as I keep away from Takosawa, I think this might just work out.

They should really be more careful about how they split up. Could have been any one of them to follow the real signal instead of one of the fakes and end up with me, but of course it was my hapless brother, who I'm fairly certain would be pleading for his life, were he awake.

The terrible thing is, I'm not sure I can bring myself to kill him. He looks too much like me, even with a cable wrapped loosely around his throat.

There are some things that I insist upon observing every year, to keep a hold of my roots and to pay homage and respect to my late parents. One of those things is Poisson d'Avril. And you'd think, after thirteen years, at the very least the high-functioning animal robots would start identifying a pattern.



Nope.

They moved me into a different cell. Smaller and with less amenities than the first one. I think the 'high command' is a bit quicker on the uptake than the jerk commander (Kuroki?), because I think they figured out that I don't actually require the same kind of human necessities that Hiromu wants me to require.

The cable-stopping restraints are gone, too, but the armed guards just outside the door do an alright job of deterring them from starting any trouble. My usual hands are kept out of funny business by a plain pair of handcuffs. I think I have the strength to break them if necessary, but for now I'm waiting to find out whether Hiromu and Ryuuji are okay before I act.

I've been assured by their Major or General or whatever that he'll be back to question me further, I assume after 'questioning' Hiromu and Ryuuji.

I sit cross-legged in the corner of the cell, wondering if they're going to get out of this alive. If I'm going to get out of this alive. The men who questioned me didn't quite seem like they were ready to execute me yet, but I did get the distinct idea that these were not men to be fooled around with.

I fear we are all three in grave danger.

Maybe the day could have gone better.

I find it kind of odd that they have a spare room to stand in as a holding cell in the deep recesses of their main building. They're not really any type of police force, are they? And they haven't yet made much of a point of capture over kill where any of my work had been concerned (though as I was marched into the room through a cavernous hangar I noticed bits and pieces of MegaZords scattered about, being worked over my any number of people).

I have no idea to what extent the room has been sealed to keep me in, what kinds of precautions they took. Obviously they weren't going to tell me. I suppose I should simply count myself lucky that their commander did not destroy me on sight, as I'd worried he would.

Guy seems kind of like a jerk to me.

I miss Ryuuji and Hiromu. It's not particularly cold in the room, and they'd even given me a blanket, but I'm not sure if I can sleep without at least Hiromu at my side.