toto sakigami ☆ MOCKINGBIRD (
espanola) wrote in
lastvoyageslogs2012-11-15 01:51 am
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i confess i've lost control [open]
WHO: Toto and EVERYONE c:
WHAT: Lurking and sulking on a professional level.
WHERE: Wherever you want! He'll definitely be by (not in) the infirmary, in the library, and on deck, but if you want him anywhere else (other than the gym) we'll make it work!
WHEN: Thursday 11/15 - Sunday 11/18. Let me know where and when in tags!
WARNING(S): Standard - there's almost no chance of violence, but bringing up disturbing subjects is pretty probable.
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It had been more than a week since the conversation with Senji, much longer since Toto had known the conversation was coming, and yet he was still disturbed. Things were backwards, in a way that was much more aggravating than just being here in the first place had been. For a longer period than he thought was normal, he had felt, if not sympathetic to, then at least not as angry with the Admiral as everyone else seemed to be. Even now, he was almost impressed. The man clearly knew the right buttons to push.
He knew better, though. It was practically his calling. Which was why he would spend the next several days memorizing every facet of the Barge that he hadn't already mentally mapped. Every minor detail was important. There were places that intrigued him more than others, of course - the infirmary, full of people who were weak for one reason or another, who had experienced the violence of the Barge; the deck, under unfamiliar constellations; and the library, which probably wouldn't help with his problem in the least, but at least if he spent time on research he'd be able to eliminate some options.
There was Zero, too. But he couldn't get down there. Not yet.
WHAT: Lurking and sulking on a professional level.
WHERE: Wherever you want! He'll definitely be by (not in) the infirmary, in the library, and on deck, but if you want him anywhere else (other than the gym) we'll make it work!
WHEN: Thursday 11/15 - Sunday 11/18. Let me know where and when in tags!
WARNING(S): Standard - there's almost no chance of violence, but bringing up disturbing subjects is pretty probable.
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It had been more than a week since the conversation with Senji, much longer since Toto had known the conversation was coming, and yet he was still disturbed. Things were backwards, in a way that was much more aggravating than just being here in the first place had been. For a longer period than he thought was normal, he had felt, if not sympathetic to, then at least not as angry with the Admiral as everyone else seemed to be. Even now, he was almost impressed. The man clearly knew the right buttons to push.
He knew better, though. It was practically his calling. Which was why he would spend the next several days memorizing every facet of the Barge that he hadn't already mentally mapped. Every minor detail was important. There were places that intrigued him more than others, of course - the infirmary, full of people who were weak for one reason or another, who had experienced the violence of the Barge; the deck, under unfamiliar constellations; and the library, which probably wouldn't help with his problem in the least, but at least if he spent time on research he'd be able to eliminate some options.
There was Zero, too. But he couldn't get down there. Not yet.

Library
"Hello there!"
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"Aren't you supposed to be quiet in a library?" he asked, pressing the tips of his fingers together and smiling wider. "Telling people to sh." Pausing and taking in her distinctive appearance again, he tilted his head. ". . . Chromie. Yes?"
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Deck
"You. Why can that new warden control his own blood?"
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"Haha, I'm sorry - were you trying to get my attention?"
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This kid was a little hard to read, Arthas decided he was sticking with being blunt and honest.
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"You asked why. Do you want to know why or how? Because they're two very different answers."
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"Swimming around the fishbowl, too?"
There was only so many times someone like him could go through and look for tiny, nearly imperceptible (unless you had the programmed eye for it) differences in things. Someone like him being someone capable of boredom.
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Smiling, he nodded. "Are there alternatives?"
There were, of course, but they were alternatives in progress. Or redemption, which didn't really merit thinking about.
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"Of course there are alternatives. But I think out of 9,235 only two count as actually entertaining. I'm Lore, by the way."
He folded his arms and invited himself to tag along for the moment.
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He wound past several deck chairs to the railing, which he wrapped one hand around and then, as if remembering something that had slipped his mind, he extended the other to Lore. "Toto," he said.
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"The other one seems to be seeing who's the quickest to start a fight. Verbally, physically. It doesn't matter." Sometimes it seemed pretty easy to goad them on.
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Instead she'd been working, reading, trying to make sense of how the body worked, how to keep people safe. She had a book laid out on a corner table open to a cross section of a skull (this was too hard for her already but maybe she could figure out where to go from here) and looked like she was trying to work until she heard someone passing through. A glance up, and she saw the boy she'd been thinking about and tried to catch his eye, giving him a look to come over here, she'd like to get to know him.
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He recognized her, of course. She generally had something to say where Ladd was concerned, which made her slightly more interesting than irrelevant. After a long, contemplative stare, he sat down next to her without invitation.
"It's not healthy to hold your thoughts in," he told her, laying one arm across the other on the table.
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What passed for his introduction, though, put her back on the same guard she'd held up with another Japanese kid with crazy hair. "You were the cat, talkin in riddles, weren't you?"
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"Where were you in Wonderland?" he asked her, pulling the book toward himself and flipping idly through the pages. "I don't think I saw you."
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"But you knew that, you were there," she finished. "You guys had a better time."
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"So this is the real you."
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"You look better this way. More - prepared."
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"I've learned there's not a lot that a hookah will prepare me for. What do I call you now?"
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