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thefarshore2017-02-11 11:32 pm
justclaws) wrote in thefarshore2017-02-11 11:32 pm
Entry tags:
- chikusa kakimoto | katekyo hitman reborn,
- d2 | alive,
- kairi | kingdom hearts,
- ω felicia | fire emblem: fates,
- ω hakkai cho | saiyuki,
- ω izumo kusanagi | k,
- ω kaya | akatsuki no yona,
- ω kija | akatsuki no yona,
- ω lara croft | tomb raider,
- ω neji hyuuga | naruto,
- ω ross | senyuu,
- ω son goten | dragon ball,
- ω yuri kozukata | fatal frame,
- ω zangetsu | bleach
Heaven's BBS | Text | This is Probably a Bad Idea
From: Chiyou
Date: June 14
I do not think this is the time for beach parties. Half of us cannot remember who we are. Those of us who know a shinki's past could kill them with a single word, without ever meaning for them to come to harm. This should not be accepted as normal without so much as an explanation as to why it is necessary.
What reason could there possibly be to strip someone of all memory?
Why does nobody seem to know what is going on?
Date: June 14
I do not think this is the time for beach parties. Half of us cannot remember who we are. Those of us who know a shinki's past could kill them with a single word, without ever meaning for them to come to harm. This should not be accepted as normal without so much as an explanation as to why it is necessary.
What reason could there possibly be to strip someone of all memory?
Why does nobody seem to know what is going on?
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Hakuryuu?
Are things still bothering you?
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[And, just like that, Zeno is there too. It startles him--
[He cannot claim it is unwelcome. Kija is honestly regretting pretty much all of it - he cannot understand, he simply can not, and yet it seems so... so self-evident to almost everyone else - and he's sick of staring at that screen thing, it makes his eyes ache and he thinks he is getting another headache. He had been angry when he wrote that post, with himself and with whoever was behind all this and with the whole horrible, sickening situation, angry and frustrated and utterly sick at heart; he wishes he was angry still. All he has is dissatisfaction and exasperation and utter exhaustion, and the nagging doubt that any of the things he's been writing are things he actually wanted to say.
[So he doesn't really know how to answer Zeno's question. Everything he thought he was feeling just seems so - so completely addled by trying to explain it all in text only to a mixed bag of concerned friends, of strangers, opinionated and occasionally entirely unsympathetic, and small children. He cannot remember for the life of him how he was feeling when all this began, except that he'd been angry.]
I... oh, I don't know. I cannot really remember what I thought. Do people actually enjoy communicating like this?
[If this counts as basic technology, count him out.]
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Zeno doesn't. It's fun, sometimes, for a fast talk, but Zeno's not yet felt a need to start something.
[Not yet. Part of him is just as desperate for answers as Kija, especially now that Kaya is in the equation. Kaya, who's been dead so long that Zeno doubts even her bones remain.
It's a mixed feeling. He married and buried her in such a short amount of time that it seems almost a dream, and he'd be ungrateful to question the blessing of another chance to be together, even if it's not as husband and wife.
Part of him understands what it's like to question the cruelty of the heavens, like Kija is, but Zeno does have one thing Kija doesn't.
He reaches up to pet Kija on the head, because he is such a good boy, this all comes from that inner core of goodness, and also because he's made a child's mistake and it's so, so cute.]
In all Zeno's life, [pause for that to sink in] no one has ever questioned the heavens and liked what they heard back. If they heard anything at all.
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[Kija thinks, as he always does, of the unfathomable, dragging weight that is Zeno's past; he never can think of that for long.]
But was it?
[These machines, these strange glowing things that this world seems so dependent on, are tethered to the wall by cords. Pull that cord out and they stop. He does that now, sighing as the light winks out and the box falls silent. If only the people of this world actually talked to one another. He is sure it would have been much easier to make himself understood, if only he could have used his own voice, and seen the faces of the strangers he had spoken with...
[Turns his back on the wretched thing. That anyone would favor that over an actual conversation is proof positive that this world is quite insane.
[Funny, how so many people had not read a word of it, and had argued with what they thought he had been saying, and not what he had actually said.]
Was that really the will of the Heavens? One - I think, perhaps, that one of those people is a God as we know them. The rest are no more divine than we are-- no, they are less so. Men should never have been given this power. Certainly not to use so - so thoughtlessly!
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Was it the will of the heavens that Miss' father suffered by sword before her very eyes? That his murderer sits upon the throne?
The will of the heavens is an unknowable thing. Zeno's tried, and is worse off for it.
[And now he hugs his cute little brother tight around the shoulders.]
It's not the answer you want, Zeno is sure, because it isn't one. But sometimes there are no answers.
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[But that, at least, had made sense. It had been awful, but it made sense. Maybe the actions were unspeakable, but the motives were not unfathomable and oh, but it makes Kija ache for home, for knowing that he was where he belonged, for the sense of purpose he had never thought to question: it makes him ache for her. Where is the princess, is she all right? Of all the things he has done since he left her side, leaving her in the first place seems by far the worst of all.]
I suppose you are right.It is beyond our understanding.
[He has no idea what else to say--
[And then Zeno hugs him, and Kija knows he is trying to comfort him, but - but how could he ever want to do that, if he but know what - what was behind this?]
But, Zeno--
[He pulls away. Not enough: there's a selfish part of him that wants the comfort, even if he knows it cannot last, but away. Far enough that Zeno can see him, that they can see one another's faces. Better this way - even if he does immediately close his own eyes.]
No, you do not... there has to be. There has to be some way to know what is safe. I - what if I do it again?
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Before he can think better of it, because he's never been able to bring himself to raise a hand against one of his brothers' children, his flat palm impacts upside Kija's head. One sharp, quick, startling-but-not-injurious smack.]
There! [He brings his hands back behind his head.] Whatever happened, you've been punished for it. Now tell Zeno what's really troubling you.