⇨ log № 002 ₪ [08]

[skyglide]

Who: wanijimas & ilpromenade
What: Taking advantage of the quiet to piece his mind back together.
Where: On the beach, near his Place of Solace.
When: September 28th around 13:00-14:00
Warnings: None. Will update as necessary.
Notes: Pre-log introspective narrative for anyone interested in how the Wraith impacted them, and give more context to Akito's current state

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[nottheshoe]

Nike had been doing.... fine after the monster attacks. Fine was the only word for it. Wandering aimlessly, saying hi to people she knew. 'How are you? Okay? Were you hurt?' She had done this all with a smile on her face, but inside she felt exhausted, worn out.

Had she done too little? Would she have been able to save more people? Did any of this begin to absolve her of what she had done?

Questions that she could usually swallow or bury began to ring through out her mind.

So the first place she traveled most days was the beach. She'd lay out in the sand for a few hours and soak up the dying rays of the summer sun, just listening to the surf wash in and out. She usually wouldn't venture too far from her own place of Solace, but today was an exception.

She spots Akito and the RV and makes her way over.

"Good to see you made it out okay."

Lord knows she had worried about everyone.

[skyglide]

Her voice surprises him. It's strange to hear voices with his ears and not his mind. He hasn't seen anyone else since before everything went back to normal.

"Alive, at least."

His voice is softer, lower; rusty from disuse. It sounds odd to him. "I don't think anyone is really ... okay."

[nottheshoe]

"Alive is better than somethings, trust me." Because she would have sacrificed all of her own sanity to see her family alive and well again, a million times over. Then again, she wasn't too sure of her own mind at any point in the past few years. "Hopefully most of us will recover."

Her own guards are up, she can tell in the way she talks and holds herself. Not as casual, as if-- as if she had gone back to being a queen. That was the only way she could describe it. The automatic guard, smile pretty, bow pretty, don't let anyone catch on to your distress. That seemed to be her job back in Clarite.

[skyglide]

"Everything is better than some things, and worse than others."

The reply is automatic, and something he's told himself many, many times since he was small. He withhold the urge to scratch at his face. The wound is scabbing over and itching beneath the bandages. A good sign, but also annoying.

He hopes that people don't whine or complain about what happened. It's over. It's easiest to forget about it and move on. Or at least move past it while remembering.

He realizes, quite suddenly, that he hates it here. Really hates it. More than his cage. Because at least with his cage he was given bits of freedom, and it was only him locked away. Here, everyone is trapped with no semblance of freedom whatsoever.

"People will probably keep crying about it for a long time."

It's said to himself, mostly. A thought he deemed worth telling the air, at the very least.

He picks at a small scab on his arm, scratching it until it bleeds again. It's a good distraction from his headache.

[aseparateworld]

After the attacks had ended, N had disappeared without a word. He didn't think that was odd. He wasn't used to giving an account of himself to people. His friends could come and go as they wished, and that seemed natural to him. He'd wandered out into the woods, to be alone. There, he'd found Anna. She had needed him, in a way, or so he'd believed. He'd stayed with her, as the people in the city had seemed to be safe.

Having finally returned, he explores the city carefully, looking for signs of danger, but there are none. While skateboarding by the beach, he spies the familiar sight of Akito's RV and heads toward it. He increases his pace, eager to see his friend again. Stepping off his skateboard, he picks it up so he can walk over the sand.

All four of his Pokémon are with him, Zoroark loping at his side. "Akito." N smiles when he sees him.

[skyglide]

Akito hadn't the presence of mind to notice if anyone he knew was still missing, or dead. If they were missing, they would turn up eventually. If they were dead, well. There wasn't anything he could do about that (they would just come back on their own anyway). He preferred the assumption that everyone he cared about was fine.

He picks up on the fact that he isn't alone on the beach anymore, though it isn't until N speaks that it clicks with him just what that meant. He would have jumped in surprise had it not been for his head (he still feels sluggish. maybe he's not supposed to be here. maybe Agito-) and so instead turns himself so that he's facing his friend. They all look fine, which is both expected and a relief.

It takes him a moment to realize that the mental greeting he's sent isn't heard, and he pauses before speaking out loud.

"N," he says. His voice is softer than before; a bit lower and crackly from disuse. He quirks his lips upwards to make up for how awkward his voice sounds. "Hi."

[aseparateworld]

N had seen that Touya was all right before he'd left. He had witnessed some of the injuries and deaths on his PORTAL, and they had saddened him greatly, but he hadn't been able to do anything to help. He'd heard that the dead were returned to life, but it's still brutal and cruel.

He'd grown used to not speaking a great deal when staying with Anna, so he doesn't pick up on any awkwardness. He simply sits beside Akito and gazes at the sea, which has grown calm again. He hadn't seen Akito fall. He doesn't notice anything wrong without the thoughts transmitted by the TENEKA to help him pick up on human emotion. "It's so quiet now. All the voices have gone." The sounds of animals and monsters crying out in pain no longer troubles him. It's a relief. "It is good to see you."

[skyglide]

He sits down as well, keeping polite distance between them. His jeans are torn, frayed, and decorated with spatters of blood. If he stares at them a certain way he can almost make out patterns. Agito's fondness for blood is a little less confusing to him now.

Akito lets out an absent hum in reply. To him, the voices are never really gone. "It's good that you didn't die."

[yinblack]

The brunette was taking time on meeting and talking with anyone he was familiar with, after all the week had been heretic and there was no keeping tabs on everyone. Course he did his best to keep a closer eye on N, which he wondered deep down if that was wrong of him? Perhaps that he had known him before all this mess had him more obliged to check in, but now with no monsters roaming around it was more or less safe to move around. Injuries to one of his arms escalated to it being broken before the 'event' was completely over so he held it in its harness and being careful to avoid any bumping into anything.

He spots the boy, stumbling and makes his way over while the Emogla atop his head chirps curiously at everything. After finding his PC in his room, Touya didn't see no reason not to switch out some of his team to allow them the ability to explore. Though the electric type was tugging at his tag, pointing towards the beach in which they were heading towards while Touya kept his attention more or less on the boy he soon stopped next

[skyglide]

The address catches Akito off guard, but he recovers quickly enough. The Emolga is both new and unexpected, and he doesn't quite know what to make of it.

"Touya-san, hi."

[yinblack]

The Emolga sparks a bit for a moment, waving a little paw in greeting with small 'Emol! Emolga!' The Trainer raises his hands to gingerly lift the small Pokemon, before it squeezes out and takes to flying around now like a small little acrobat.

"How are you feeling? Sorry about Minipete, he's new to the city and is a bit overly excited."

[skyglide]

He notes the sparks. An electric type then. It's like a ... flying squirrel version of a Pikachu, he thinks. The fact that it can fly immediately makes him more fond of it than a Pikachu.

"We're just tired," Akito answers. It's mostly a lie, but not entirely. Everything might just stem from being exhausted. He waves to the Emolga, offering a small smile. "It's nice to meet you, Minipete."

[ultimarecipe]

[ so he's been banned from training.

which cuts out about 70% of his time in the first place. and then he was banned from handling sharp objects, so scissors were a no and he couldn't exactly finish his scrapbook without using his scissors so that went another 20% of his time. in the end, the only safe activity for Sora to do would be to wander around with pictures and even then, he needed to have his Wayfinder on him at all times so his link to his friends was present.

man, it was like having parents all over again. getting to the beach, though, that felt a lot better, and Sora found himself much more relaxed when he stood in the ocean breeze. already excited, he bounced a little forwards and slipped out of his shoes, into the surf. much better when it wasn't blood-colored or, well, blood itself.

he perked up as he heard movement, however, glancing over towards Akito. ]

Who's over there?

[ it takes walking a little across the coming surf for him to recognize the other, and he raises a hand and waves. ]

Heyy, Akito!

[skyglide]

[It takes a moment for him to realize he's being called, and he takes his time turning toward the source of the voice. He pauses, then remembers he should wave back and so does so.]

Hi.

[ultimarecipe]

[ he jogs over with a smile, though he does take notice of the scratches--and he looks a little concerned. ]

You okay?

[skyglide]

Un, yeah. I'm just tired. [He stifles a small yawn, clearly not lying about his tiredness.] I have a lot of things to catch up on, and sleep is one of them.