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[Sadly, Ciel is too prideful to resort to having the answer handed to him, so he hadn't even considered using the CDC for what he just wanted to find himself.
He doesn't know about Sebastian's mission freebie.]
FROM: phantomhive.ciel@cdc.org
I will do it myself. I don't want their help. I came because of the Queen.
He doesn't know about Sebastian's mission freebie.]
FROM: phantomhive.ciel@cdc.org
I will do it myself. I don't want their help. I came because of the Queen.
[all fight, all spark and spunk and bite, clenched fists and whitened knuckles and tense shoulders. all drained from him - inverted, turned inward, self-pity with no dignity or pride. it used to be enough. it would be enough, if he could just get back on his feet.]
[without pity, he would've been long dead. he knew it, she knew it, everybody knew it--]
[even if he did get stronger, what would it matter? someone who could lift an entire tank lived one rover over. alright, so he'd learn guns, technology, find alien gear that would cancel out the need for strength. except there were the handful of soldiers with a decade of experience in sharpshooting - it would be stupid to think he could get as good as them in a year, never mind any time soon. strategy, then, use your brain--- except, wait, shit, oops, they'd recruited the wrong club member for that. better Sugawara, who knew how to handle people; better Nishinoya, with reflexes and instinct as good as any genius; better Tsukishima, someone who could learn and apply.]
[too bad they'd disappeared. too bad they were so late. he'd wondered two nights previous if the CDC had finally figured out its mistake.]
[where had pride gone? probably off with one person six feet under and another laid up in medical, both his protectors. his unlucky, unfortunate protectors, their pity costing them too much for what he was worth.]
Later, Mikasa. [burying his face into folded arms, anger redirecting once more from her to him, words so low it was a wonder the translator picked up on them.]
Just leave me alone.
[without pity, he would've been long dead. he knew it, she knew it, everybody knew it--]
[even if he did get stronger, what would it matter? someone who could lift an entire tank lived one rover over. alright, so he'd learn guns, technology, find alien gear that would cancel out the need for strength. except there were the handful of soldiers with a decade of experience in sharpshooting - it would be stupid to think he could get as good as them in a year, never mind any time soon. strategy, then, use your brain--- except, wait, shit, oops, they'd recruited the wrong club member for that. better Sugawara, who knew how to handle people; better Nishinoya, with reflexes and instinct as good as any genius; better Tsukishima, someone who could learn and apply.]
[too bad they'd disappeared. too bad they were so late. he'd wondered two nights previous if the CDC had finally figured out its mistake.]
[where had pride gone? probably off with one person six feet under and another laid up in medical, both his protectors. his unlucky, unfortunate protectors, their pity costing them too much for what he was worth.]
Later, Mikasa. [burying his face into folded arms, anger redirecting once more from her to him, words so low it was a wonder the translator picked up on them.]
Just leave me alone.
Edited 2015-03-27 05:47 (UTC)
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
Why wouldn't he listen to you?
[you knew her well, didn't you?]
[it went without saying he needed a distraction. curiousity morphed into concern-- it went without saying he wanted to help, but. to say this was out of the blue would be putting it lightly.]
Why wouldn't he listen to you?
[you knew her well, didn't you?]
[it went without saying he needed a distraction. curiousity morphed into concern-- it went without saying he wanted to help, but. to say this was out of the blue would be putting it lightly.]
[He's just a kid. What's she supposed to do with that kind of question?]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
I doubt Crichton's making it off world without a few distractions to keep him busy.
[There's details she could include - with Aeryn gone, with Honey inbound, with the literal hole in John's head - but they're extraneous details and that's the bottom line. He asks, she answers. Simple.]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
I doubt Crichton's making it off world without a few distractions to keep him busy.
[There's details she could include - with Aeryn gone, with Honey inbound, with the literal hole in John's head - but they're extraneous details and that's the bottom line. He asks, she answers. Simple.]
FROM: walker.abigail@cdc.org
i'd appreciate having them back since they're my sweet sheets with cute cats on them
FROM: walker.abigail@cdc.org
but no problem, glad i could help out in some odd fashioned way
delivering soon to be engendered wildlife to people? idk, maybe since it gives me something to do instead of waiting for another building-sized sea creature to attack
i'd appreciate having them back since they're my sweet sheets with cute cats on them
FROM: walker.abigail@cdc.org
but no problem, glad i could help out in some odd fashioned way
delivering soon to be engendered wildlife to people? idk, maybe since it gives me something to do instead of waiting for another building-sized sea creature to attack
Why should I? [ (Well, for one, she's not that caring.) But her response is immediate, and she finally crouches down from where she'd been towering over him initially, peering at him with wary curiosity, but not concern as of yet. She doesn't understand the depth of his self-pity, or what it was that he's struggling with.
He's sulking, is what she thinks, without enough consideration to wonder why. Maybe she should have at least enough sympathy to give thought to what could've put the constantly energized Hinata in such a state, but—everyone has a breaking point. Even hopefuls with more determination than their small bodies can contain. It's just that he had seemed all right when she'd seen him last, not that long ago, if a little tired, worried, weary. ]
You didn't leave me alone, when we met that day in the fog and I was hallucinating. [ It doesn't come out as praise, speaking about the noble Hinata and his efforts to console the young girl tormented by nightmares. She makes it sound like a punishment, even though that's not what she means, but communication can be a difficult thing in uncertain times.
But she is, at least, curious, and that keeps her voice neutral and steady, not unlike when she'd been consoling Armin after Eren's death.
What are you doing down here, anyway? ]
He's sulking, is what she thinks, without enough consideration to wonder why. Maybe she should have at least enough sympathy to give thought to what could've put the constantly energized Hinata in such a state, but—everyone has a breaking point. Even hopefuls with more determination than their small bodies can contain. It's just that he had seemed all right when she'd seen him last, not that long ago, if a little tired, worried, weary. ]
You didn't leave me alone, when we met that day in the fog and I was hallucinating. [ It doesn't come out as praise, speaking about the noble Hinata and his efforts to console the young girl tormented by nightmares. She makes it sound like a punishment, even though that's not what she means, but communication can be a difficult thing in uncertain times.
But she is, at least, curious, and that keeps her voice neutral and steady, not unlike when she'd been consoling Armin after Eren's death.
What are you doing down here, anyway? ]
Edited 2015-03-27 07:04 (UTC)
[She's going to take that as a compliment, Hinata. As for the rest--]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Yes.
[Which stings more than it should. Maybe it's the fact that no one's around to see it, but for a second she lets herself feel the dig of it. Someone has to, she thinks.]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Why? Are you tired of running PT?
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Yes.
[Which stings more than it should. Maybe it's the fact that no one's around to see it, but for a second she lets herself feel the dig of it. Someone has to, she thinks.]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Why? Are you tired of running PT?
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
That's a lot of time to spend watching us run in circles with a frown on your face
[another one of those pauses. this-- isn't how he'd ever say things, before, but she's got pride and it's hard not to think about that (and reason, this or that or that won't work).]
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
What happens if you fall asleep for days again?
That's a lot of time to spend watching us run in circles with a frown on your face
[another one of those pauses. this-- isn't how he'd ever say things, before, but she's got pride and it's hard not to think about that (and reason, this or that or that won't work).]
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
What happens if you fall asleep for days again?
[She wants to believe intention matters because that's what makes things like Bahak tolerable. She didn't intend to sleep through everything, to wake up and find everything changed (not broken, not necessarily), her contacts (friends) shorted to handful. That should count for something.
It doesn't. She knows that.]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Attano said Garrus kept tabs on the cadets while I was under.
[While Aeryn was gone. Not that it had amounted to much by the sound of it - too much happening to do anything coherent.]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
I'll make sure there's a back up for if something goes wrong.
It doesn't. She knows that.]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Attano said Garrus kept tabs on the cadets while I was under.
[While Aeryn was gone. Not that it had amounted to much by the sound of it - too much happening to do anything coherent.]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
I'll make sure there's a back up for if something goes wrong.
FROM: elric.edward@cdc.org
You made it to the new camp?
You made it to the new camp?
[He use to be just fine blurting things out, but now.... He understands this technology a bit better perhaps.]
FROM: phantomhive.ciel@cdc.org
I received what I believed to be a letter from the Queen, asking me to host a man in my estate. It was someone from this organization.
[So he got stuck here because of duty.]
FROM: phantomhive.ciel@cdc.org
I received what I believed to be a letter from the Queen, asking me to host a man in my estate. It was someone from this organization.
[So he got stuck here because of duty.]
[And just like that, the world goes silent, as Akame reads Hinata's response. It's a wonder she doesn't drop the blackglass, as it all hits her. Those tight spots she made mention of---the incident with the door in which Nic broke his fingers; the bug outbreak which left him unconscious for god knows how long; the day of their touchdown upon Macha, where he used himself to shield her from the jekhe.
His lone march away from her just two days ago, cut-up and broken, ignoring her urging of him to seek treatment. To take his celebre to keep himself from shutting down like he almost did protecting her.
It hits her that he was already past the point of disrepair.
It wasn't that he didn't care to live.
He just knew his days were numbered, and resigned himself to it, so he did everything in his power to use what life he had left....for others.]
[She never got to ask him about any of that.
She never got to ask him just how long he had left.]
[She never even got to say a proper goodbye.
Didn't even get to see him die and be by his side as he passed on.]
[So here she is, clutching her blackglass in trembling hands, staring at the screen in part disbelief, and mostly regret.
It takes her a bit to respond.]
His lone march away from her just two days ago, cut-up and broken, ignoring her urging of him to seek treatment. To take his celebre to keep himself from shutting down like he almost did protecting her.
It hits her that he was already past the point of disrepair.
It wasn't that he didn't care to live.
He just knew his days were numbered, and resigned himself to it, so he did everything in his power to use what life he had left....for others.]
[She never got to ask him about any of that.
She never got to ask him just how long he had left.]
[She never even got to say a proper goodbye.
Didn't even get to see him die and be by his side as he passed on.]
[So here she is, clutching her blackglass in trembling hands, staring at the screen in part disbelief, and mostly regret.
It takes her a bit to respond.]
FROM: akame@cdc.org
.......i should've known. he...never did seek medical attention, did he?
looking back, it was like...he knew.
FROM: akame@cdc.org
hinata, do you...do you know if he was buried?
.......i should've known. he...never did seek medical attention, did he?
looking back, it was like...he knew.
FROM: akame@cdc.org
hinata, do you...do you know if he was buried?
FROM: elric.edward@cdc.org
Yeah, it's not bad. I'm hoping we'll be able to catch a break now at least.
[ now that everyone's settled down, ed is in the midst of building the stupid grey tree camp ]
Yeah, it's not bad. I'm hoping we'll be able to catch a break now at least.
[ now that everyone's settled down, ed is in the midst of building the stupid grey tree camp ]
[after a bit (blanking on how to reply, as -- actually, this was worse than he'd thought, trapped between good, now I can prank him and wait, I really can't).]
[... there is,]
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
cute cat sheets? how'd you get those?
[... there is,]
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
cute cat sheets? how'd you get those?
Edited 2015-03-28 05:01 (UTC)
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