dinohouse | Entries tagged with character: gokaiger: marvelous

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It's been too long since I've been on my Galleon, far too long. Too many nights spent restless in a foreign, landlocked bed. Bless Doc and his resourcefulness for finding such a house, for keeping his cover, for finding Joe and watching after him. But I missed the Galleon. I missed my home.

I missed my love.

I haul this Basco into the common room, the room I and his face counterpart shared so many things. Together, alone, with AkaRed. The decor has changed. Half of Ahim's tea sets still comfortably crowd the shelves. The small table we used to share meals over is cluttered with Don's tools, now gathering dust from disuse, just like the tea sets. Joe's workout bench is pushed into one corner, and Gai's scrapbooks litter the dinning table. Those books have the least amount of dust on them; I used to paw through them on lonely nights when I tried to forget the Galleon ghosts that haunted me in my solitude that followed Gai's death.

I deposit him on the couch, and find myself taking great care in propping his head up against one of the arm rests. I want to spit after. Want to cry.

I find the pair of shackles I had in mind near the galley, as always. Ready and waiting. They're strong enough to hold Basco. My Basco at least, I know this from all my dealings with him.

Fighting beside him.

In the bedroom.

Fighting against him.

I shackle his feet together, and then his hands, and secure him to the couch. With enough room to sit up, move his arms a bit, but not enough room to stand properly. He could break the couch if he wanted to, I know this, but I don't think he will.

At east I hope he won't.

I move to the galley while he remains unconscious. Slapping a plate together from whatever food remains in the stores. Preserved meats, hard cheeses that haven't gone too blue, some old fruit preserves, and a scattering of pickled vegetables.

I set the plate down on the coffee table beside the couch, close to this Basco's head, then move to my chair, gently settling into it, and only wincing slightly.

It's been a long time since I've sat in this chair.

It feels wonderful.

It feels empty.

...

I wait for this Basco to wake.

snakewithbaggage

Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells!
Suzu ga naru
Suzu no rizumu ni hikari no wa ga mau
Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells!
Suzu ga naru
Mori ni hayashi ni hibikinagara

Welcome to the Dinohouse Christmas "meme"! This is going to work a bit differently from most memes, but still free free to do what you want here!

The idea:
Following this post I will be making an assortment of Universe/Location "thread" comments. These will define the specific scene and universe being worked in. Comments by applicable characters will follow under that comment.

Example:
Mushverse; Shiba Mansion; open to Shinkengers

Comments following that would all be set in the Mushverse universe, be by any Shinkengers that want to participate, and take place at the Shiba Mansion Christmas party. Think of it sort of like every "top level" comment is its own post to the community.

Following that example, if your desired AU/Canon/etc isn't there, feel free to make a "thread" for it! Say there's already a Mushverse Go-busters "thread", and you want to do something in Aibouverse, or something more canon, maybe just between two characters? Make one!

Comments following the "thread" headings can be group setting free for all, or between individuals. Say it's a canon GokaiGalleon party, and Gai and Luka want to go off alone, or are on their way to the Galleon together? Their thread can be a separate second level comment thread beneath the main Canon Gokaiger thread.

I know that's a lot of information/qualifiers, but don't let it make you nervous to post, "rules" are fluid, and mainly set for added organization.

HAVE FUN. And enjoy the season!

gibken

It's too much.

It's too much to think about, all at once.

Waking up was painful, but lying here is nearly unbearable. Doctors have no idea what's wrong with me, police officers are growing steadily more frustrated that I can't explain where I was, what happened to me, or why.

I remember everything.

And it's too much.

I don't know when they're going to let me out of the hospital. I don't even know if I want to leave.

If I leave, I have to choose. Who I'm going to stand with. Who I'm going to stay with. Where I really belong.

And I'm not ready.

It's too much.

ahimdefamille

It is time, I believe. Time to speak to Marvelous-san.

I knock on his bedroom door, and take a step back, smoothing my skirts while I wait for him to respond.

captainmarvelous

It still feels like I'm inside a dream as the startlingly red captain takes me onto his ship. I have the image of it first coming into view still burned to my eyelids; when I blink I still see it as it rose in the sky behind him, as red and bold as its captain. I haven't felt so drawn to something in my life, its call as strong to me as the song of the stars. It's as if even the blood in my veins longs for it; I don't think I could have refused the captain's offer to join his crew, even with how strong my pride can be.

He shows me the engine room, the impressive inner mechanisms that keep the ship airborne, keep it humming with life. And it does have life, more than any ship I've been on before. I can feel it humming under my touch as I grip a railing. This ship has a voice, has a story to tell me, or maybe one to make with me.

The brief yet concise tour eventually comes to the main living room, what I can feel just with my first steps is the heart of the ship. It's sparsely furnished, a small table with a pair of chairs, a tiny couch with coffee table, the main controls for the computer screen on the far wall. And of course the captain's chair.

I hover at AkaRed's elbow for a moment, drinking in my surroundings as he points out the stairs that lead down toward the crew quarters, the doorway that leads to the galley, and the other stairs that lead up to the crow's nest.

It already feels like home. Like I've lived here all my life.

AkaRed moves to sit in his chair, tells me to make myself at home, pick out a room for myself. I shoulder the small pack I brought with me, all I usually travel with, and spin around, drinking the room in all over again.

curryjolokia

Continued from here. Set after the Gokaiger Tea Party Gone Wrong, and also AFTER this Livemen thread. Features

free_joker , NPC'd (and done away with) by permission of his player.

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The gifts of food left out for me by the over-friendly humans make me feel a little like some kind of wandering kami, or a tanuki maybe. Something which local tradition dictates should be placated by donation of useless tchotchkes. It definitely feels degrading.

I take them anyway.

And because I've taken a "gift"...it's only fair that I return one, in kind. I've learned enough, by hanging around, overhearing snips of this and that. ( I know just what to get for them. )

goodbyesempai

I've been waiting to meet Joe Gibken. It's a strangely evocative name. Any mention of him has begun to provoke memories that weren't quite there before; soft skin, silky hair, full lips. Tragedy. Parting. Soldiers, boots, coming towards us. I have no idea how much of this is real (though none of it in this current existence of mine) and how much is fancy brought on by the idea of his being my fated love in every lifetime but this one.

Marvelous wouldn't hear of my meeting him alone, so we've arranged for it to be the three of us. I need to see Joe.

I need to know all about him.

curryjolokia

Continued from this post .

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I'm not a terribly picky sleeper. Sleep is generally easy for me to grasp and easy to dig myself out of; I generally sleep well and restfully. I'm used to sharing my bed with an unpredictable sequence of strangers, familiar people, or no one at all, so whether I'm cuddled or left alone, sweltered or comfortable, doesn't matter that much.

I like it when I can use star-rise as an alarm clock; the wash of a sun's rays over my face and chest is the most comfortable way to wake I've ever found, and I'm fond enough of it that AkaRed makes a point of parking us, when we're planetside, so that my cabin window faces the dawn. I've noticed he does it, though I haven't said anything.

Still, it's a nice touch.

When I roll my shoulders across and down, pressing my spine into the mattress in a small stretch, I notice there's not much blanket left across my body. Actually, in fact, the only part of me still covered is one of my shins. The rest is left to the open air. But I'm not as chilled as that might usually make me, and the reason for that - and for the blankets' absence in the first place - is breathing quietly and slowly beside me, still drifting in the shallow end of sleep.

He didn't sleep well last night; unexpected noises or movements might always be an enemy, though they're usually not; but from long instinct I wake to assess the threat anyway. It was him each time last night, sighing, tossing back and forth, furrowing his brow with a dream full of worries. I can't imagine there was any way he could have slept well, really; he's in another world, or time?

He's displaced, and in the bed of the mortal enemy of his Captain, to whom he feels deep loyalty.

I'm more surprised he could sleep at all.

I climb out of bed as carefully as I can, stretching fully once I'm off the mattress so I don't rock it and startle him. I'm back on the clock now, as per Marvey's and my conversation last night. Out the window, the sky's bright and white-blue; it's probably going to be a sunny day on this planet, though whether we're staying here is another question entirely.

But, I like sunny days, and I smile, turning from the window to hunt for my trousers. I know they're (probably) in the room, but...where?

gibken

I think the fact that I haven't heard from Don in over a week is a bad thing. Normally I'd just shrug it off, but I can't deny the fact that no matter who he is, who I'm supposed to be, whatever it is: I'm worried about him. I haven't seen him since he left the house a wreck over Gai and shaking because Basco had come back, the way my parent's old enemy Kemp came back.

I can keep Gai relatively safe, and I've even managed to keep him from finding out that I'm in the Kamen Rider Club, a damn good thing too, because he's got this hero complex that I think he shares with... The other Gai, only he's young and he's only recently learning to defend himself and I just don't want him to join the KRC.

The short of it is, I need to track Don down and make sure he's alright. Make sure nothing terrible has happened to him.

I never got to go over to his house, I figure now that's probably because he doesn't actually have parents. But I think I know where it is anyway, so I head in that general direction on foot.

northerntriangle

I don't like doing it, not at all. But after his poor reaction to our bringing Gai into this timeline, where at least he can be awake and happy and cared for, I can't really risk him waking up in the midst of our new operation.

This time it's for the sake of the Singularity. Surely Yuuto will understand.

Afterwards, when I explain it to him. Hopefully in private.

I'm very careful when I make his dinner to not put any shiitake, so he eats all of it without question and then falls asleep practically at the table. He needs some rest anyway.

...Not that he's actually getting any, since I immediately spirit into his body and creep up the stairs to Ryoutarou's room.

"Ryoutarou? I'm ready."

ahimdefamille

I am not in the best of moods.

It has been a long month. I awoke after the battle, with the image of Gai-san's awful, tragic death emblazoned across my heart, in a forest. Completely alone with only a few broken branches above me to show my origin. My Mobirates functions for transformations only; not for communications.

I have been working my way across this country, in cafes and bars, following rumours and news stories of pirate ships. Those have been scarce. Whoever remains with the Galleon, and it must be one of my team for I will have no other explanation, is being as careful as I. I cannot risk discovery, so I have not used my erstwhile fame to assist me in travelling or enquiries.

I have, however, been required to use my ability to fight at intermittent intervals. Today it was a group of odd purple people with silver vests, reminding me of the Gormin, and not long after that it was the oddest encounter with someone pretending to be Marvelous-san. I am not particularly upset at the things he said to me, at the inferences made about my ability to fight or rebuild Famille. I am, however, quite outraged that someone should say these things while wearing my captain's face.

Sore, tired, heartsick, I have realised at last that this is the place I want. There are other Gokaigers here. I kneel next to Gai-san's grave, tracing the lettering with a fingertip. "Sleep well," I murmur softly.

...someone's coming.

I dart behind a tree.

jk_style

It took some doing to track down the guy in the red coat Joe was talking about, but for someone with my skills? Still doable, especially considering the guy looks like he's cosplaying or something with that outfit.

I don't want to get too close, though, because if Joe's nervous of him then I definitely need to be careful. Burgermeal can keep a closer eye on him than I can and I can find out more that way about why this guy wants Joe so badly.

gibken

I know I'm supposed to be sleeping. That's what the parents think I'm doing, and that's probably what I should be doing.

But honestly, I'm scared of the inside of my own head. I don't want to have the dream again, not tonight, not knowing that there's a very real possibility it's not even a dream, but a memory. A memory of, what? Don with a gun and a stranger who calls himself Captain Marvelous in a red coat, and two girls that I don't know, and someone dying for me, and me, and we're all fighting. With weapons, real weapons. And it might be real, or it might have been real, or it might have actually happened.

I don't want that.

I don't usually sneak out of the house, but this is one night that I kind of think maybe I need to.

At first I'm not sure where I'm going. I'm just taking a walk through the nighttime and appreciating it, and looking up towards the moon and considering breaking into the school so I can get to Rabbit Hutch, and that's when I figure it out, but almost before I do I've got my phone out and I'm texting JK asking where he is.

captainmarvelous

I've had enough.

I waited. I waited for so long in space. Orbiting Earth. Alone. My only contact the increasingly more sparse, increasingly less detailed reports from Hakase. I'm tired of waiting, of doing nothing.

They don't belong down there. Not anymore. Hakase doesn't belong in a school pretending to be a student just so he can keep tabs on... on...

Joe.

"Joe." I kick an empty can as I walk down the sidewalk toward the house I've been watching for months, maybe longer. It's hard to keep track of time.

I've been watching Joe directly for less, yes, but long enough to know he... he's slipping. I can see it in his face, in the way he looks at others. In the way Hakase looks at him. He's starting to remember things. He might not understand the things he remembers, but he still remembers. And he needs to be pushed. This delicate coaxing, this faux supportive cheerleading, it has to stop. He's never going to get better if people keep coddling.

He cut his hair.

I strut up the steps toward the Liveman house - as well as I can these days, what with the old wound from my fight with Basco acting up randomly - and rap sharply on the door.

I have to keep calm. These people are former Sentai heroes. They'll know me. They should know Joe. They should at least be reasonable about the whole thing.

gibken

[ooc: sorry this is so long, omfg, Joe wanted to write a FIC apparently.]

As if my life wasn't considerably weird enough, it's actually be getting weirder. And not in a cute, sort of fuzzy cuddly weird way. More of a really bad weird way.

I had come to terms with the fact that Sempai died. I dealt with the fact that seeing it happen screwed me up pretty badly, and was probably the reason I had to be removed from my second-to-last foster home, the one from right before I met Don. I may not have gotten over it, but I managed to get to the point where I stopped thinking of it as my fault.

Still, it kind of throws me off a little, how much this new teacher, this Biyodo-sensei, looks just like Sid-sempai. Except older, obviously. And the hair. But other than that, he's an absolute spitting image. And I hate seeing him. The teacher is probably perfectly nice, but I got intentionally sick the day he took one of my classes. And I probably will again.

And then there's JK. Whatever is going on with JK. We kissed, yeah, but we were also in each other's bodies at the time. At least that got fixed, but we haven't really spoken much about it since then, and it hasn't happened again, and when would it happen anyway? Between Zodiarts, and Kijima, and this new group of people attacking the school who apparently have nothing to do with Zodiarts but that we still sort of feel obligated to chase off, the Club is kind of booked solid.

And there's Don, he's gotten weird too. After that freak illness of mine, and the freaky dreams that went with a drastic fever, he's been sort of... pussy-footing around, to put it mildly. Everything I say, I can tell he's analyzing, like he's looking for some deeper meaning. I can tell, because his eyes get all wide but he's quiet. I've known him long enough to know that.

Then there's the dreams themselves. Because getting rid of the fever didn't get rid of the dreams. Now I'm pretty sure the boy who keeps dying in my dreams isn't just someone I'm calling 'guy', I think it might actually be his name. And there's other people, aside from Don with a gun. A girl in pink, and another in yellow, both unfamiliar to me. And many flashes of red that are not in fact blood.

And as if that weren't enough, I keep seeing those same flashes of red out of the corners of my eyes, when I arrive at school in the morning, when I leave in the afternoon, when I accompany JK off campus for fact-finding missions. Flash of red, a long coat on a guy with an odd glower, and his frown is directed at me.

All told, I kind of think maybe I'm going insane. I'm feeling less than in control. I have to do something. Something impulsive, something that's entirely my choice.

Which is what finds me entering a hair salon, pocket money in hand, sitting down in one of those odd spinning chairs, and telling the very sweet girl, with my voice as steady as I can manage, "Cut it off."

She asks me three times if I'm sure, and my answer gets more confident each time. Then she carefully takes hold of the length of my ponytail, and shears it off just past the tie.

goodbyesempai

It's easy to fall into ruin after a certain period of time with Zangyack. Of those who survive the basic training, and don't lose their sanity or get themselves killed once the real work begins ... well, they spend a lot of time after hours in places like this but less sanitary.

I don't need to drink. But everyone should have some form of social interaction once in a while, so that's why I've found a bar a little further out from where most of them go. Just for a break from the job and the chance of an evening that doesn't end in a fight with someone. The usual crowd here can be pretty rough but they know me by now. Don't shoot your mouth off, don't look at 'em the wrong way, and they're quite genial. Honour among rogues?

cookscleanskicksass

I've been experimenting with some new technology, and I connected two parts of it, and it all went BZZZT and I squawked, and now...

Now?

I appear to be a small ginger cat.

ahimdefamille

I know I'll get this, but I'm finding it quite trying so far. Joe-san makes it look so *easy*.

I set my jaw grimly, and start the sequence of movements again.