Kotetsu T. Kaburagi ○ Wild Tiger (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wildkotetsu) wrote2012-11-29 11:37 pm
wildkotetsu) wrote2012-11-29 11:37 pm
13 • Pao-Lin • [Voice/Action]
[To be completely honest... Kotetsu was miserable. When something hits him, it hits him hard, carries over like a cloud above him. After becoming a monster, possibly hurting people he was supposed to protect... after failing Nami and an innocent little girl, failing to help Sanji when he needed someone—they'd lost so many people, and he knew that it... it was really hurting not just him, but everyone else. And there was nothing about it he could do. There was no rescuing to be done. No buildings to smash through, people to grab in the nick of time.
He was too busy being in need of rescue himself, anyway. The routine was the same: smile where he could, be content to appease the audience of Luceti. Go to the Seventh Heaven and work, work, work where he was needed. And then... sign up for missions. Keep on doing that. He's already planning to go on another one when he comes across a painful discovery.]
[Voice]
... I, uh. Dunno if anyone knew—
[A pause.]
Pao-Lin's gone home. But.... But it's good that she did. I know it sucks to lose people here, even if you know it's a good thing... but I just wanted to say that she has a future to look forward to. She's—she's a great hero back home. She protects people. I'll bet she'll be at the top of the charts in no time; heck, she already outdoes oldtimers like me, she's such a natural...
[He stops himself as he trails off, realizing he probably won't stop talking if he keeps it up for too long.]
... I just wanted to let anyone know who doesn't.
And sorry if I worried any of you, back there. I've been resting and I'm feeling a lot better now, so I'm okay.
[Private // Tony Stark]
Oi, I just wanted you to know I'm still working on it. I'll be goin' on another mission, but I, uh. Wanted to talk to you before then.
[And with that, he goes back to the Seventh Heaven to help out. When he's in the kitchen... he really likes that he can be distant and quiet. And, even if it seems funny to imagine for someone like him, solemn and thoughtful. Of course, going back outside will illicit a happy little smile that says otherwise. Everything's fiiiine. Don't worry so much. It'll be okay.
Except he's starting to visit the bar more—once a night is okay. One drink is okay. He sits at the bar, observing the ugly scar lingering on his forearm, on his wrist, where the infection—and a gunshot—had marred his flesh good and well. Under his collar is the scar from another biter. A reminder of the moment he's lost faith in himself.
... Okay. For tonight? He'll go ahead and drink a little more than he should.
Just tonight.]
He was too busy being in need of rescue himself, anyway. The routine was the same: smile where he could, be content to appease the audience of Luceti. Go to the Seventh Heaven and work, work, work where he was needed. And then... sign up for missions. Keep on doing that. He's already planning to go on another one when he comes across a painful discovery.]
[Voice]
... I, uh. Dunno if anyone knew—
[A pause.]
Pao-Lin's gone home. But.... But it's good that she did. I know it sucks to lose people here, even if you know it's a good thing... but I just wanted to say that she has a future to look forward to. She's—she's a great hero back home. She protects people. I'll bet she'll be at the top of the charts in no time; heck, she already outdoes oldtimers like me, she's such a natural...
[He stops himself as he trails off, realizing he probably won't stop talking if he keeps it up for too long.]
... I just wanted to let anyone know who doesn't.
And sorry if I worried any of you, back there. I've been resting and I'm feeling a lot better now, so I'm okay.
[Private // Tony Stark]
Oi, I just wanted you to know I'm still working on it. I'll be goin' on another mission, but I, uh. Wanted to talk to you before then.
[And with that, he goes back to the Seventh Heaven to help out. When he's in the kitchen... he really likes that he can be distant and quiet. And, even if it seems funny to imagine for someone like him, solemn and thoughtful. Of course, going back outside will illicit a happy little smile that says otherwise. Everything's fiiiine. Don't worry so much. It'll be okay.
Except he's starting to visit the bar more—once a night is okay. One drink is okay. He sits at the bar, observing the ugly scar lingering on his forearm, on his wrist, where the infection—and a gunshot—had marred his flesh good and well. Under his collar is the scar from another biter. A reminder of the moment he's lost faith in himself.
... Okay. For tonight? He'll go ahead and drink a little more than he should.
Just tonight.]
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[It's the most awful thing to wake up knowing, trust him.]
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But...but people have stopped them before, right? I mean you've got a bunch of heroes and stuff here don't you?
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We still haven't figured out a way to stop it completely... I think a few times, yeah. But it's still tough.
We'll... figure out how to deal with 'em, though. Sooner or later.
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I'm sure we will. The bad guys can't keep winning forever. Soon enough they'll slip up and we can beat them.
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[He's already glowing on the inside with positive energy! They could do this. Everyone here could totally beat these guys.]
I wonder if there's an inter dimensional jail somewhere?
[Oh and then Cross realizes that he's been talking Kotetsu's ear off.]
Oh, maaaaybe I should let you get back to work. Sorry about taking your time.
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[He gives pause, itching the back of his head.
Kinda' forgot about work.]
But just let me know if you need anything else, naa? I think there's a guide in the journals, somewhere...
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[And Cross will let the man get back to work.]