Flattery won't get you any miracles this time, I'm afraid.
[ it's a joke, maybe, but it's wan.
he can reach for her hand again; she'll allow it. there's a lot, there's the fury again, icy and simmering at the same time, but if he sorts through that...
running through it is an undercurrent of helplessness and futile injustice from the grief? yes, grief of an old, old loss, the wound still open and raw and demanding reparations, running parallel to more recent ones. ]
I'm fresh out. You expect a lot from a defective doll, you know that?
[his fury remains as fiery as ever, coupled with that deep well of sorrow, with some dashes of guilt and pain, of helplessness and exhaustion and bitterness at the injustice of it all. their feelings echo each other well, but. . . now that he's prepared for hers, he handles it a little better]
I'm not asking you for any miracles.
[just. . . someone who can feel what he does. who understands. someone with whom to mourn]
[ she can't be exhausted, because that runs too close to giving up. she's been searching for years for those responsible for ░▓▒▓▓▒░ segmentation fault; error invalid memory address, and letting them go is an unacceptable result.
but there is resignation in there entwined with the bitter determination to continue, muted as it is. guilt and pain are familiar both, and it's almost hard to tell which are hers and which are akira's.
but. emotions are a byproduct of conflicts arising during the process of running the algorithms making up her thought processes.
they should not compromise or affect her decision making. ]
... there was blood in the garden, on the flowers.
[. . . he finds himself leaning against her, forehead resting against her shoulder. he's so so tired. it'd be so easy to give up. to give in to grief and exhaustion, to lie down and rest, to stop trying]
[but. . .]
[he won't. he can't. that fire still burns, as dim as it might be in this very moment]
[it won't go out]
[. . .]
There was shrapnel in the dirt near the bonfire, and a chemical smell coming from the flames.
[ things get compartmentalized away, neat and tidy; errant processes get trimmed, and stop burning resources. the ice builds itself back up higher.
she doesn't make a move to dislodge him, though. if he needs to rest, then fine. take the break. come back stronger. ]
Always with the verflucht bonfire. I take it people have disposed of evidence there again. How hot is it, anyway...?
[ how completely can it burn things up? there should at least be something left... ]
I have a hammer that can repair anything that's broken, if it becomes necessary. ... Minako had an item that could weigh someone or something down for half an hour. I don't know if she would have told people about that.
[ maybe not, if she'd intended to use it for self defense somehow. ]
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Date: 2020-07-11 12:03 am (UTC). . . you're never one to disappoint.
[he says, but his tone is light. teasing. a little fond]
[he reaches for her hand again]
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Date: 2020-07-11 12:41 am (UTC)[ it's a joke, maybe, but it's wan.
he can reach for her hand again; she'll allow it. there's a lot, there's the fury again, icy and simmering at the same time, but if he sorts through that...
running through it is an undercurrent of helplessness and futile injustice from the grief? yes, grief of an old, old loss, the wound still open and raw and demanding reparations, running parallel to more recent ones. ]
I'm fresh out. You expect a lot from a defective doll, you know that?
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Date: 2020-07-11 12:43 am (UTC)I'm not asking you for any miracles.
[just. . . someone who can feel what he does. who understands. someone with whom to mourn]
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Date: 2020-07-11 01:31 am (UTC)but there is resignation in there entwined with the bitter determination to continue, muted as it is. guilt and pain are familiar both, and it's almost hard to tell which are hers and which are akira's.
but. emotions are a byproduct of conflicts arising during the process of running the algorithms making up her thought processes.
they should not compromise or affect her decision making. ]
... there was blood in the garden, on the flowers.
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Date: 2020-07-11 01:35 am (UTC)[but. . .]
[he won't. he can't. that fire still burns, as dim as it might be in this very moment]
[it won't go out]
[. . .]
There was shrapnel in the dirt near the bonfire, and a chemical smell coming from the flames.
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Date: 2020-07-11 02:01 am (UTC)she doesn't make a move to dislodge him, though. if he needs to rest, then fine. take the break. come back stronger. ]
Always with the verflucht bonfire. I take it people have disposed of evidence there again. How hot is it, anyway...?
[ how completely can it burn things up? there should at least be something left... ]
I have a hammer that can repair anything that's broken, if it becomes necessary. ... Minako had an item that could weigh someone or something down for half an hour. I don't know if she would have told people about that.
[ maybe not, if she'd intended to use it for self defense somehow. ]
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Date: 2020-07-11 02:10 am (UTC)[JUST. . . VERY WRY]
She didn't tell me, but that's the kind of thing you'd want to keep a secret, if you'd use it for self-defense.
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Date: 2020-07-11 02:23 am (UTC)[ and they know that these places don't exactly make any distinction for self-defense. ]
Surely not everything here can be flammable or combustible. Shame that apparently much of it is.
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Date: 2020-07-11 03:12 am (UTC)Maybe we'll find something useful when we check the bonfire tomorrow.
[it's all they can hope for at this point. evidence that isn't tampered with or destroyed that they can put together again]
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Date: 2020-07-11 05:02 am (UTC)[ ... a chemical smell, along with shrapnel... ]
Did you know. The flamethrower disappeared from the shop very early this week.
One of the bottles of hair spray did too, over the course of it.
[ how's that for improvised explosives. ]
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Date: 2020-07-11 03:42 pm (UTC)[PRESSES A HAND AGAINST HIS FACE]
People are really thrifty when they want to be. . .
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Date: 2020-07-11 08:20 pm (UTC)[ looks at bonfire group in trial and laughs ]