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logs2022-11-06 12:54 am
invinciblemikey) wrote in logs2022-11-06 12:54 am
(catch-all/open) hold up, i'm invincible
WHO: manjiro "mikey" sano & you
WHERE: the harbors, mirth, and the hinterlands.
WHEN: november 1st till... the end of november??? probably
WHAT: mikey fixes boat things, does hella partying, has his shadow take over, and then goes for the noticeboard hinterlands quest.
WARNINGS: well. hahaha. (possible) suicide attempt mention, (possible) ideation, lack of control, dissociation, crime boss talk, death, drug and alcohol use, violence, and maybe a murder might occur. hi, he's great
WHERE: the harbors, mirth, and the hinterlands.
WHEN: november 1st till... the end of november??? probably
WHAT: mikey fixes boat things, does hella partying, has his shadow take over, and then goes for the noticeboard hinterlands quest.
WARNINGS: well. hahaha. (possible) suicide attempt mention, (possible) ideation, lack of control, dissociation, crime boss talk, death, drug and alcohol use, violence, and maybe a murder might occur. hi, he's great
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...You can't hurt me, Mikey. Physical shit passes. And I'm not half as cowardly as I'd gotta be to leave you to deal with this shit on your own.
You can't keep hurting yourself to save others-- we ain't asked you for that, so don't decide for us.
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(who, technically, isn't here, so, yeah, tough titties, mikey.)
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You hate me allauva sudden?
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You killed yourself so I didn't kill Kazutora. It's not a life for you.
cw: mentions of suicide, trev spoilers
Would I kill for you? Heh. [He’d killed himself for Mikey’s soul, hadn’t he? Lil different, maybe.] Depends I guess, to be honest.
But if what you’re looking for is a mindless sycophant? No, that ain’t me.
Which makes me a cut above Sanzu.
[Sniffing, stubbing out his cigarette, and finally turning to Mikey. Offering a toothy grin.
Bite him, Sanzu.]
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Does it? Sanzu doesn't even snore, you know.
(yeah....... yeah, he'd..... he'd know..... probably.....)
He's been taking care of me, you know. The Manji doesn't exist, but Bonten does. Yakuza shit.
(and his hand, with the unsmoked cigarette, touches his tattoo. at least the tears have dried, his face feels less puffy. still not looking.)
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[An eyeroll.]
He’s been doing a shitty job, for the record. You look like crap.
Look at me, Mikey.
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No.
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if it weren't, well, baji. close. close.)
What the fuck do you want from me, Baji? What you want isn't going to happen. I can't give that to you.
(but the words are angrier, and he does look at the man. there's a smidge of emotion there, with the goggled empty eyes and frowned brows.)
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[Like, how many times had he told him what he wanted from him?
1. Look at me, repeated twice.
2. I wanna stick with you, repeated more times than he had fingers for, probably.
Staring back with calm determination, unimpressed.]
I ain't asking you to give it. I'm fucking taking it. Kill me if you gotta. As you can see, I'll crawl back up out the grave and to your side. So maybe stop trying to posture. You missed me, like you said.
Well here the fuck I am, Manjiro Sano.
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(his eyes fill again with water. no one alive has called him manjiro in so long - takemichi in his last breaths. nowadays, reminding him he's not this, originally, is not that great.
but instead, he's standing, flicking the long gone cigarette and going for the stairs.)
Fuck you, Baji.
(for leaving. for not listening. for insisting. he's a child, mikey's so old, so tired. he wonders, for a second, if baji had been alive, he'd get it at this age.
probably fucking not.)
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He was a child, comparatively. So the No You was strong with him.
But Mikey was actin' like a child. Running away from his problems; putting distance over solutions and calling that band aid a fix.
Baji already told him; he wasn't backing down.]
...you gonna treat your best friend like that? I know you don't wanna.
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(because this fucker had been so many things in his life. his anchor, his first love, his captain. best friend feels feeble, and it feels like that to describe so many of the manji. but once they're in a more stable ground, that means mikey can kick.
it's not the temple that he aims for, although he does do the move for it, as misdirection. instead, it's his entire strength, down to the ribs. could be his imagination, but something cracked, he heard.)
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What was the point of everything he'd done and lost if Mikey was gone?
Even now, suddenly clutching at the siding of the tower, that was the prevailing thought.
...He'd definitely cracked a rib.
Looking up at him with fierce, fiery eyes, he'd hack a little-- and then spit the blood directly at Mikey's shirt, so he'd have a nice little souvenir. He wasn't forgetting him that easy.
And then, he'd continue to follow.]
You're gonna have to kill me... I won't stop. Knock me out. I'll wake up and find you. Call me names. I don't care. I won't stop, Manjiro. I won't leave you.
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making them hate him. it just hurts more, because-- it's a boy who's been gone. decades of him whispering into mikey's ear, whether real or otherwise, and he now can hear it clear as ever. decades of longing and mourning, and here he is, about to sacrifice it all over again. so, the blood only allows mikey to pierce the other's gaze, before he does go for the temple kick.)
Not a problem.
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he'd have been stupid not to see this one coming. He'd practically dared him.
So at the same time Mikey kicked, Baji would lunge forward with his full weight, aiming to grab him around his middle into an embrace as they'd fall crashing forward; likely a hard fall and tumble, if he managed it. But if he managed it, he'd have Mikey in his arms, and it would be a little harder for him to fuss his way out.
If he didn't manage it, he'd wipe out, and his ego would be spared; he'd probably black out from hitting the roof.]
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That's all you've got, motherfucker?
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He's hurting now; that arm, his ribs, his stomach, his heart; but that's never held him back before.]
Don't run from me, Mikey. Stop it. Stop it.
You're an adult now. Act like it.
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and yet, all he can do is headbutt. if baji can be adamant, he can, too.)
And you're a child. This is not a movie, Baji.
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[Wincing, but shaking it off like rain.
His fingers would dig into his back, sink into his shirt; a nearly bruising grip on his flesh.
And he'd shift to rest his head against his neck.
...He didn't even smell the same no more.]
...I know this ain't a movie. But you said what you did to Sanzu-- you did it because you couldn't help it. Sumthin evil came over you, right? And you're tryin' to protect us from that.
...But right now, Mikey, this isn't 'sumthin evil'. This is all you; I can tell.
You want me to leave you alone? Fine.
[Sighing against his skin, thinking it over.]
Then look me in the eye and tell me you're happy I died; and that you'll never forgive me; and that you never want to see me again. Period. That means no whispers, no spies, not in your dreams, not talking to me in your head--
[Because let's face it, he did know him, and if Mikey had isolated himself then he was playing with puppets of memories, talking to friends in his drug-induced hallucinations, and sending out pawns to keep watch on everyone's health and progress; all from a high tower, while telling himself he didn't care.]
Tell me you wish I was 100% gone from your life; every memory, all the inside jokes, the firsts; and fine. I'll do it. I'll go.
But you gotta look me in the eye, or it don't count. Tell me you don't love me no more.
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(he's good at the gaslighting, not so much the straight up lying. he can't do what baji's asked him, so instead, the empty eyes simply goggle at each and every word. for fuck's sake, baji knows him down to the mental illness.
he can't do it. instead, he slowly frees himself from the grip, as if he's given up the fight. he has, in a way, only to find another strategy.)
... Can you walk?
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[He's relieved.
But he hadn't intended to give up, anyway.
He'd get to his knees, guileless, and start to push himself up. If Mikey attacked him now, that would be that. He'd dropped his defenses, and he was tired.]
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(maybe, just maybe, with the mistake he's about to do, he might show a smidge of mercy and help the other up. he must be so fucked, with that cracked rib, his arms, his headache (twice). it's the least.)
Call Takemichi. Tell him to meet us at my door.
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[He accepts the help, in a rare show. He's been in worse shape before, but nothing quite sinks into the bones directly like a Mikey hit, and he's feeling it. He'd definitely give another soft hack and take a hard breath before dailing up Takemichi--
To say that he was with Mikey, and Mikey wanted them both. To meet by his door; and no, he didn't know more than that.
His tone would be gruff, but calm; vaguely optimistic. The breathing a little labored.
But progress. This was progress.
Once the call had happened, he'd follow Mikey. As requested.]
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