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Nightshift 41: West Wing, Hall 2-A

Jun 01, 2009 22:44

[From here]

Another empty corridor. How disappointing. The only thing they'd run into so far had been fairly unkillable, compounded with the fact that HK didn't really want to stab his roommate. Much. Only in a friendly way.

kaworu, beatrix, blitzwing, otacon, hk-47

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quickdrawbkiddo June 2 2009, 02:52:30 UTC

Beatrix was sure, given enough time, there would be something for HK-47 to kill. Unfortunately, since she wasn't aware of who the loud man was, she couldn't be a helpful assassin and trip him as he ran by to give HK-47 a chance to stab the man somewhere interesting.

Stopping at the door at the end of the hall, she turned to cover their rear while the droid took care of the door.

arc_wrench June 5 2009, 13:02:04 UTC

[going here]

141_12 June 8 2009, 23:52:15 UTC

[ From here.]Otacon headed down the nearest corridor, surprised to find it completely empty. Or as empty as it was possible to tell when he wasn't carrying the flashlight, but the beam followed behind him, lighting up just enough to calm his nerves. Otacon turned back to face Kaworu ( ... )

moral_liberty June 9 2009, 04:46:17 UTC

Although television was not available to him where he had been raised, Kaworu was factually aware of what it was. Enough, at least, to conceptualize what it meant to be a animated character in this man's world. Somewhere far away, the Lilim watched themselves and how they existed in Kaworu's world. A third party witnessing everything they themselves did. Lilim were an odd case of one piece never knowing or understanding what the other was doing. It often seemed as though they did not notice at all... But at the same time they could be intensely fascinated spectators to their own suffering. It was a creature that simultaneously loved to watch itself experiencing pain, and yet possessed an unequaled will to survive. They were constant contradictions; yearning for companionship, but always alone. Otacon had just taken this and effortlessly expanded it, as if he had simply asked Kaworu to take a step back and see that the world was infinitely larger than he had ever thought to consider. He felt slightly dizzy, but maintained composure. ( ... )

141_12 June 10 2009, 15:40:27 UTC

"Ah, well, not exactly," Otacon fumbled, "more like... uh, thirteen minutes of everything about you. Granted, a pretty crucial thirteen minutes..." He hovered awkwardly beside the flashlight beam, unable to tell Kaworu's reaction. He wouldn't have blamed someone for undergoing a mental BSOD after a crazy revelation like that, but Otacon suspected Kaworu to be a lot more resilient. It would've still helped, though, if the Angel had a more readable face.

"I'm sorry. If it counts for anything, I don't think this makes you any less of a... a person. That is, normally alternate universes are posited as closed systems, but that doesn't mean events in your world couldn't have made some kind of influence on mine. I-I mean - obviously you're as real as I am, and we're both stuck in this situation. Whatever I know about you is just enough to know that I'd like to be your friend."

moral_liberty June 11 2009, 23:36:13 UTC

Kaworu smiled, wide enough so that what little light illuminated his face made it easy to guess what expression he was making. Lilim were his friend, he knew. He loved them, and had told them so, and that was key to companionship. It was all he could ask for. Otacon was in many ways much like Shinji, particularly in the way his voice had a tendency to halt and hesitate as he spoke. Anxious about getting too close, but trying so hard. Otacon was him, and yet was not at all. It was strange to see echoes of behaviors he knew in this man, but to also have to wonder how real they were. Maybe one day he would forget how Shinji truly was, and would become unable to tell when he was speaking to him again.

Without warning, all of the faces he had met that day began blurring into one. He anchored himself by looking at the shadowed outline of Otacon, searching for his features.

"I will be your friend as well." Kaworu reached out one skinny hand and lightly touched Otacon's elbow.

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lossofface June 10 2009, 02:08:19 UTC

[from here]

Hm...what kind of materials would he need for a flamethrower? Something combustible, obviously...He could probably find something flammable in the janitor's closet! An aerosol can would be ideal: who needed high tech equipment when you just wanted to set on fire whatever you happened to be looking at?

But he'd also need some kind of igniter...Where could he find something like that...

lossofface June 11 2009, 01:52:19 UTC

[to here]