un: nishizono

[nishizono]

the other guy covered this already but i figure, what can it hurt to ask again? where can i can drugs here. anxiety meds, specifically. no, i don't have anxiety, but i can exhibit similar symptoms from time to time. this is life-threatening, i assure you.

second, because i don't think i can get away with just putting up a "don't fuck with me" attitude when touchy-feelies might actually save lives: i'm a touch-based telepath. yes, it's exactly what it sounds like. no, i can't just shut it off. yes, i won't touch you without permission. no, don't touch me unless i touch you first.

jesus motherfucker this is more words than i've written in years. hi, i'm tetora. i like pizza.

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[lilithsoul]

The price will end up being near eradication, but that is outside of my concern. It will happen when it happens.

[Except it wasn't out of her control. She was one of three people in her entire world, maybe four, who basically had the full control over the fate of the human race. Of course, that was a topic for another day, and not something she had truly embraced.

For now? She was focused on knitting since she couldn't pilot a giant robot to beat up giant angels.]

[nishizono]

guess we can talk about that some other time, then.

but if you ask me, i'm all for eradication. humans have had enough time in the sun.

[ if mankind wanted kindness, maybe it should've learned to give it first. ]

[lilithsoul]

You may be right. I will defer the judgment to others. For now, I have a task.

[That was definitely a tune that would change in time, but for now, she wasn't making a judgment.]

[oorah]

[ empathy and sadness (and love) are quickly trumped by the indignant rage boiling up inside him. frank's fist clenches at his right thigh, his lefthand side still open and angled towards tetora. he hates kilgrave, he hates agent orange, okay. but he hates the people who made tetora feel like this more than even them right now. maybe it's the remnants of having the boy inside his head, but all he wants is to kill each one of them in gruesome, bloody ways. slowly, very very slowly. ]

it's okay i'll get you what you need.

[ he should probably be more worried about a kid, no older than he was when he was sent out for his first tour, being hooked on drugs. but he isn't. he'd do anything to help tetora feel even a fraction better. what comes next is even harder to stomach, and it revolts tellingly a moment. so violently frank's steps slow before he's able to pick up the pace again- ] they're the fuck ups. not you. doesn't matter how difficult a kid is, it was their responsibility to protect you. to love you. [ they failed and for that frank will never forgive them. ]

[beyourzoomer]

you're very welcome. if i find pizza ingredients i'll let you know.

[justbeingknife]

[ what great, thanks tetora ]

Even if I ain't gonna be alive for it, don't mean it's good news. That kinda thinking's why the ozone layer's gettin' depleted.

[ majima was an environmentalist yakuza ]

[underachievement]

Aside from some loose pills on the floor.
Not all the shelves were dusty. It could be whatever was left got taken to the clinic.

[comesaround]

Possibly because there's much better things to muse on than considering things like that initially.

Exactly. Spending this past year trying to kill him was definitely nothing boring, either.

[ Yeah. Wonder how the other boy will take this little tidbit. ]

[clussy]

oh i see what you're saying
i guess that makes sense

i think so? it was pretty empty for being so big
yeah that's where we met and you taught me cool knife stuff and how to fight being small

[criticality]

[ Someone's gotta. ]

Everyone deserves a chance and an open heart! It's how we'll all achieve peace and harmony, right?? We can't do that if we start out doubting each other!

[ Vash, please. ]

Ahh.. how sad. But if that's really what you want...

[nishizono]

i'll fuckin take them, i'm that desperate.

makes sense though. if it's the only hospital around it's bound to get looted as often as possible.

[nishizono]

that's a promise. i'm holding you to that.

[nishizono]

yeah, i hear you. good luck with that.

[ they'll catch up later, but for now it's a closed-up conversation better left for some other time. ]

[nishizono]

[ ...what a turn this conversation has taken, wtf ]

i never took you for a "live green live clean" kinda guy. you really think the ozone layer's gonna matter when we're all gone?

[nishizono]

the hell kinda school you went to, a murder school?

because that sounds pretty cool. i'd have gone there if i could.

[nishizono]

you probably met some other version of me.
can't say i'm too happy to know there's more than one me going around though.

[ he's just assuming it's some clone shenanigans going on and not that he'd failed in eradicating all his other copies. you know, as one usually does when faced with these timey-wimey universe bendy things. ]

god i miss music.

[nishizono]

you're like a hippie leaflet what the fuck, yeah sure. why not. love and peace and all that, that's just great for everybody.

what's your name again? because i kinda wanna just call you something else entirely. like... meat loaf.

[nishizono]

i don't have parents. i never had them.

[ it's a basic truth among them. some of the clones had been given to families that had at least tried to raise them somewhat humanely, despite knowing what they're for and what they can do. the ones who were raised unaware never knew any better, not until their charges were triggered and spilled blood that shouldn't, turning on their guardians and the rest of society along with it. no, tetora was raised well-aware of who and what he is. a tool. a weapon. a means to a world-changing end. ]

i'm not saying this for pity.
this is what i've always known.
people don't need to love the things they use, they just have to know how to use them well.
i'm a weapon.

that's how i was taught, and that's all i know to be.
you don't need to be kind to me.

[ death is his normal. murder is what he understands - the intricacies of it, the nooks and crannies of how to pull a man apart limb from limb by hand.

tetora's never hidden of it. ]

does it bother you? what i am?

[oorah]

[ he's never been so invested in another person's story here before, and frank finds himself swept up in his device -- walking with his head buried in it like a millenial. as ever he'll wait for tetora to get to the end before replying, too many things whizzing through his head to pluck them out before then anyway. he thinks of rawlins, what he turned frank into. he thinks of kilgrave and how he'd done the same to jess. and then here... frank and tetora have more in common than he ever would have thought, and the realization breaks his heart.

you don't need to be kind to me. his gaze jumps over to the boy then, nothing but concern writ over it. he doesn't have to read frank's mind to know he's squarely in his corner. it isn't as though he can deny who he is when tetora saw it with his own eyes, or at least what frank suffered as a consequence. he swallows back the familiar dryness clogging up his throat and tries to articulate his feelings. hard enough with words, but near impossible over text. ]

i was a weapon too
the thing is
i thought i was a weapon for the good guys

[ he was wrong. ]

[justbeingknife]

What matters is leavin' things a little better than how they were at the the start. No one feels good about having to breathe shitty air or live in a damn trash heap.

[ It's a man's civic duty to separate your burnable trash!! ]

[nishizono]

[ okay, you know what? tetora's not going to hold it. he's gonna laugh into his sleeve, as quietly as he can manage, because this is the most incongruous thing to majima's image that he's ever read. ]

you can't be for real holy shit

[justbeingknife]

[ get used to it tbqh, this is only the tip of the iceberg ]

I'm 100% serious

[nishizono]

you're a hundred percent serious about protecting the earth from humans while stabbing humans

the jokes write themselves, man

supaa short i'll make it up to you next round

[nishizono]

[ it's what brings him up short, has him stopping in his tracks along the dirt and dust on their path.

for the good guys.

tetora grew up where the only choices were the bad and the worse, with only glimmers of hope caught in between. and those glimmers often died, violently, often at the hands of those sworn to protect them. it's the naivete of the world that protects their little skirmishes from the public eye, creating the illusion that there's a better world to look forward to, but tetora knows not to have that kind of optimism.

the world has cut into him too many times to fool him. shame on it for pretending otherwise. ]

no one makes weapons for the good of everyone.
maybe someone, sure.
a group of people, definitely, why not.
but there's no true good.

i like to think i'm living proof of that.

[justbeingknife]

Hey, I only stab 'em if they deserve it.

[ """""""""deserve"""""""""" ]

Besides, it ain't protecting the Earth from humans. Its humans who should be better about takin' care of what's around them.