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.

Comments

[underachievement]

He's taken on too much. Maybe that's his way of trying to stop. [ at this point she doesn't know if it's more or less admirable, given the obvious futility. ]

[nishizono]

he could work on the bad guy act a little more, then.
be more convincing. method act it out or something.

[underachievement]

Well he sure as hell won't learn by example. I've tried.

[nishizono]

didn't take you for the type to actually try.
you two a thing or something?

[nishizono]

that's probably the most backhanded compliment i've ever heard for morons, i like it.

but yeah, they're hilarious. especially when they fuck things up for themselves.

[underachievement]

[ how dare. >| he brought him up. ]

I barely know him.

[justbeingknife]

Yeah, and it's kinda relaxing to keep things simple.

When that type's got some problem with ya, he'll come at ya with his fists. Then you can just beat on him 'til you're both cool.

[nishizono]

you'd extort a teenager yet you'd put in the effort to steer a guy one direction for his benefit.
i mean i assume it benefits you too, but details.

[nishizono]

yeah, it's harder when they come at you with mind games and doubletalk and then you're left wondering what the fuck is actually happening.

this is why i stab first and ask questions after.

[nishizono]

they do the opposite.

[ he touches a finger to frank's wrist, because it's easier to communicate telepathically than it is to keep typing. better now while he's still lucid than later, too. ]

Imagine a clock that runs three times as fast. Everything's going faster than actual time does, so the threads on the clock's hands just... wear down to nothing, and then the whole thing falls apart. The drugs calm down all the science-y shit in me.

Back home, there's a specific cocktail I'm supposed to take, in a specific order, and it's supposed to keep me alive for longer. These do in a pinch, but...

[ tetora shakes his own head. ]

The better we are, the quicker we die. [ then, with a wry smile: ] That, and I'm too hooked up on the side effects that the shit won't wash out.

[underachievement]

[ jesus god, AGAIN???? ]

Is anyone on this goddamn network NOT a kid? For christ's sake
But that's your first mystery solved: I told him to stop hanging out with them.

[nishizono]

[ hey!!! ]

i'm nineteen so technically not a kid, but thanks.
glad to know i'll escape the statute of limitations or something.

[underachievement]

If you have to specify that you're 'technically' not a kid, you're still a kid.

[nishizono]

well damn it, what do you want me to say?
nineteen's over eighteen.

[scarecrowed]

a machine that washes dishes? people can't clean them themselves? [ Lucas doesn't approve. were all people in other worlds this lazy?

he arches an eyebrow at the request to move, but nonetheless makes his way to where Tetora says. ]

[justbeingknife]

You know, you kinda remind me of this guy I met back home.

[ 'knew' was a bit of a strong word in this case ]

Lot younger, though.

[nishizono]

if that's a good thing, then thanks.
if it's not, don't tell me about the rest of it. my cool rep doesn't need the aggravation.

[ he's mostly kidding. mostly. he doesn't enjoy listening about losers, okay. ]

were you and he close though?

[nishizono]

[ hey, he's just calling things as they're named. he agrees, though. ]

some people just really hate doing dishes.

now, over there - those are pots and pans, i think you know those. next to them is the sink. next to that is the fridge, but i think it's off right now.

it keeps things cooled no matter the weather.

[oorah]

[ he starts at the touch, even though he shouldn't. even if he knows what's coming. he braces himself, but then focuses on the words. he has no choice as they flit into his mind like a projector cast behind his eyes. at least they're just words this time, it's okay when they're just talking. when no one is giving him orders. Be polite with me, Frank. nausea curls in the pit of his belly, but he nods his understanding anyway. ]

That's what I meant.

[ and it really had been. frank's no dummy, even if he doesn't mind when people think that. he might even encourage it. "Look, it's the retard!" it doesn't bother him when he's underestimated. it only gives him the upperhand in the end. but here he isn't trying to best tetora, he's only trying to understand. trying to relate, in the most fundamental way possible.

by 'help' he had meant subdue. if his abilities really are like symptoms then these drugs dampen them. something like that, even if the rest of what the boy says isn't comforting. frank gets that more readily than the rest, and so he wouldn't think of countering. ]

It must feel like a lot, all the time. In your head. [ frank had enough of his own bullshit thoughts and memories without adding in everyone else's. and then another person's agenda -- something he'd just made it through. only barely. he's trying to push down the rage and the violence and the pure heartbreak so he doesn't inflict that on tetora, but in the end all he can do is yank his hand away and start walking again. the last thing this kid needs is to deal with his shit on top of everything else. ]

[justbeingknife]

We were enemies.

[ Which wasn't exactly an answer, but it was a difficult question considering... stuff. ]

You ever meet someone on the other side that you coulda been friends with? It was like that. Nishitani didn't give a shit about politics, or money, or any of that.

[nishizono]

i knew someone like that.

[ kitou, in the end, turned - but that was after years and years of working for onihigata and his nefarious cronies. years upon years of subterfuge and backstabbing, turning people on each other and even outright killing them just because someone told him to. in a different life, they would have been strong allies. as it were, tetora only glimpsed the man he could've been out from under onihigata's grip.. ]

he didn't make it, either.

[justbeingknife]

Sorry to hear it.

Don't wanna make it seem like the guy deserved pity or anything, though. He was the head of the Kijin Clan, and now that I think about it, I'm sure he died with a dumb damn smile on his face.

me: listening to bat out of hell as i write this

[criticality]

what
what's a hippie?

And yeah! Love and Peace. The strongest forces in the world!

Vash the Stampede. Please to meet you.

[ Yeaaah, he doesn't realize he needs to drop the 'the Stampede' bit yet. ]

And it'd feel a little disingenuous to go by Meat Loaf when I haven't ever had any! And it's not my name.

[waystation]

That's not being psychic?

_{[Look, he doesn't know, he just joined the club not long ago.]}

That's what I've been doing. So long as they're not soundproof and no one's living there, I don't think they're gonna care if you want to take the risk. We're supposed to have better odds with the Reset Room, right?

[nishizono]

i can't see the future or see ghosts, if that's what you mean.
i can just read people's minds.

[ "just", like it's not a big thing as it is. ]

i try to stay away from those rooms if i can help it. gives me the creeps.