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paixaorpg2006-03-06 06:44 pm
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See Me, Bokutachi no Jidai [Closed]
Character(s): Yaten Kou, ZIM
Content: Yaten... is not happy. He decides to do something 'useful'. ...He attracts a lot of creepy, vacant stares and quite possibly Zim.
Setting: ...Not at Cid's shop. Somewhere nearby.
Time: Thursday Afternoon
Warnings: ...Yaten kinda breaks down and turns into an angstwhore about Kakyuu-Ouhi. Shhhhh. ...OH GOD PLEASE LET ME STOP BEING TARD. D:
Yaten curled his hands into fists, looking around. Is she here? ...I should... I don't know. He'd been in concert with the other two Lights, literally, to find Kakyuu-Ouhi. He didn't know if he could look for her on his own.
Worse, the city seemed so... dead. The citizens so uniform. At least in Tokyo, the people seemed to have some semblance of spirit.
These people? Reminded him of Phages. Regardless, that person could be in hiding here. There wasn't much of a chance, but it was there. He willed his microphone to appear, looking around.
He started singing, a capella, voice carrying. He threw himself into it- the kind of singing they did that called out to Kakyuu-Ouhi was Seiya's strong suit, but Taiki and Yaten added to the effect. Yaten was better at picking up on that kind of thing, not sending it out.
He didn't care. He'd try anyway. Hands over his heart, eyes closed, he threw emotion and memory behind the words. Six years of memory, guarding Kakyuu-Ouhi, loyalty to her. She was, as he'd said, everything bright and beautiful about Kinmokusei, the embodiment of the soul of Kinmokusei. She held its Sailor Crystal, after all.
He looked around, making a face.
Well, shit.
"That was a waste of time," Yaten growled, hobbling off. That was just... fuck it. He found a nearby bench and sat, ignoring the rain.
Stupid... freaking idiot soulless morons. He wiped at his eyes with a sleeve, well aware that his eyes were watering without his approval or consent. It was useless, wasn't it? That... Sailor Galaxia, she had won, hadn't she? And now Seiya and Taiki were weakened by Yaten's absence... there was no chance of finding the princess, not in Paixao, not in Tokyo. He bit back on his emotions, an unhappy, cold lump settling somewhere around his stomach.
What was his life, if not for Kakyuu-Ouhi? He was one of her three guardian senshi, fated to protect her by his soul, his Sailor Crystal! He took his brooch out, glaring at it. What was the point?
He wiped at his face again. He was homesick for Kinmokusei, a vibrant, green place that forever smelled of fragrant, sweet flowers. But Kinmokusei was... dead. Barren.
He hated it here. Officially? He HATED it here.
Content: Yaten... is not happy. He decides to do something 'useful'. ...He attracts a lot of creepy, vacant stares and quite possibly Zim.
Setting: ...Not at Cid's shop. Somewhere nearby.
Time: Thursday Afternoon
Warnings: ...Yaten kinda breaks down and turns into an angstwhore about Kakyuu-Ouhi. Shhhhh. ...OH GOD PLEASE LET ME STOP BEING TARD. D:
Yaten curled his hands into fists, looking around. Is she here? ...I should... I don't know. He'd been in concert with the other two Lights, literally, to find Kakyuu-Ouhi. He didn't know if he could look for her on his own.
Worse, the city seemed so... dead. The citizens so uniform. At least in Tokyo, the people seemed to have some semblance of spirit.
These people? Reminded him of Phages. Regardless, that person could be in hiding here. There wasn't much of a chance, but it was there. He willed his microphone to appear, looking around.
He started singing, a capella, voice carrying. He threw himself into it- the kind of singing they did that called out to Kakyuu-Ouhi was Seiya's strong suit, but Taiki and Yaten added to the effect. Yaten was better at picking up on that kind of thing, not sending it out.
He didn't care. He'd try anyway. Hands over his heart, eyes closed, he threw emotion and memory behind the words. Six years of memory, guarding Kakyuu-Ouhi, loyalty to her. She was, as he'd said, everything bright and beautiful about Kinmokusei, the embodiment of the soul of Kinmokusei. She held its Sailor Crystal, after all.
He looked around, making a face.
Well, shit.
"That was a waste of time," Yaten growled, hobbling off. That was just... fuck it. He found a nearby bench and sat, ignoring the rain.
Stupid... freaking idiot soulless morons. He wiped at his eyes with a sleeve, well aware that his eyes were watering without his approval or consent. It was useless, wasn't it? That... Sailor Galaxia, she had won, hadn't she? And now Seiya and Taiki were weakened by Yaten's absence... there was no chance of finding the princess, not in Paixao, not in Tokyo. He bit back on his emotions, an unhappy, cold lump settling somewhere around his stomach.
What was his life, if not for Kakyuu-Ouhi? He was one of her three guardian senshi, fated to protect her by his soul, his Sailor Crystal! He took his brooch out, glaring at it. What was the point?
He wiped at his face again. He was homesick for Kinmokusei, a vibrant, green place that forever smelled of fragrant, sweet flowers. But Kinmokusei was... dead. Barren.
He hated it here. Officially? He HATED it here.
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Quite possibly the worst weather phenomena Zim had ever encountered. Also? The one thing he had been looking forward to avoiding the second he realized this wasn't Earth but some other planet. He had been so happy-- but no. Wasn't going to happen. The horrible acid feel from the sky, unheeding of Zim's yells for it to stop. Didn't this filthy Paixao world recognize him as its future master?! Apparently not.
Without his paste bathing facility, he'd had to rely on overhangs to hide under. He needed to find a human retail outlet of some form where he could purchase one of those strange "umbrella" devices. Otherwise...
He braced himself and ran out from under the buildings' cover, screaming at the top of his lungs as he made his way almost blindly to another safe spot. Coincidentally, this brought him running right past Yaten's bench, and also coincidentally, he tripped and fell right in front of him.
The screams stopped abruptly, and Zim lay there twitching slightly, the raindrops leaving small trails of steam as they burned away at his flesh. It looked veeeerrry painful, but that was just one of the perks of being an invading alien organism. Fun!
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"Hey, you." He blinked a bit, willing his eyes to stop watering. It was Zim! Oh, right. "What the... shit?" Yaten blinked at the steam, frowning at the shorter alien. "Are you okay? My empathy's picking up on pain of all things." Squint.
This made little to no sense.
Yaten reached out to poke the smaller alien.