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becomeanwarrior) wrote2016-03-18 11:55 am
becomeanwarrior) wrote2016-03-18 11:55 am
Story + Event Post
(LOG: ONNI VS MOEKO, LIVE ON TV)
(LOG: Jean vs Akae/Number 43, Setsuo vs Euphemia/Number 48, Alexandra vs Moeko/Numbers 77 and 96)
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It was hard to quantify exactly what it was he was feeling. The easiest sensation he could describe it as was, well.
Nothing.
He had no grounding, no sight, no way to hear anything, no feeling on his skin. It was as if every sense had been stripped from him and he was left to float in what he could only determine was inky blackness. He couldn't even feel himself, he felt as if he should be in pain, or discomfort, but something about all this left his entire body numb. No sensation at all.
How long was he like that? Minutes? Hours? Days? It was impossible to tell. Time could have passed in the blink of an eye, or it could have dragged on agonizingly slow. He would not have been able to tell. It felt like an eternity.
He was scared. Scared by something as simple to grasp as the feeling of nothingness.
He continued to, for a better word, 'float' there, encompassed in that nothingness. He tried to turn his head, but felt as if he was underwater - every movement seemed to shift his whole body, reorient and disorient him, until he was no longer certain which way he was facing. He tried to call out. For anyone. He couldn't hear his own voice. He wasn't sure what he was shouting. if he was shouting. He tried to twist and turn, spiralling in the nothingness.
What would happen? Was he just to navigate this darkness? Blind, deaf and numb? Was that it? Was it truly over?
"It seems I was right to suspect this day would come all to soon for you."
He wheeled about, limbs flailing uselessly as he tried to pivot. He had heard something. No, not heard. Something along the lines of 'felt'. A voice that had echoed in his head. Like it was his own thoughts, but not. And the voice was familiar.
He tried to shout.
"Ah... of course. It's your first time, I would imagine."
Something was changing. He was pivoting again, but his senses were returning. Vague feelings gave way to focus. First feeling - the numbness being replaced with that floating sensation, and a sense of vertigo. Hearing - the voice started to ring in his ears. And soon enough, sight. His eyes, blurry and muddled. He could make out a vague shape of... something. Someone. The face was upside-down. Or maybe he was.
"Onni-kun, it's been quite some time since we last met." The face came into clarity. Jet black hair, traditional yukata. Startling green eyes. His one-time mentor and friened.
"Mat...suda-sensei?" He could hear is own voice. It sounded weaker than he had thought. "Where... where are we...?" A dull ache in his head seemed to stab clarity into him as he asked that, the pain causing his senses to focus once more.
The figure, 'Matsuda-sensei' adjusted a pair of thin-rimmed spectacles on his face, eyes blinking twice in response. "You do not recall, Onni-kun? You are-"
"Dead. Right." He finished the sentence as the pain caused the events to rush back to him. The abandoned theatre. Moeko. 77 and 96. The bomb on his chest. He looked down- his chest looked fine, here, but there was a dull ache - an almost phantom-like pain. Not unlike what Onni would suspect losing a limb felt like.
"I'm afraid so, yes. It seems your ah... 'trademark' luck finally caught up with you. Or ran out, whichever you prefer." He shook his head, floating there, and looking away. The nebulous space seemed to expand before them, figures catching the edge of Onni's sight, but always at a glance. The whole thing made him uncomfortable, as he floated there in that space, trying to find words for what happened.
"Then... why are you here? You left, last I checked, not died."
"I am here, because you are here." Matsuda replied, the green in his eyes seeming almost to glint in - whatever this place had for light. Onni thought he probably shouldn't think on it too much. Though the confusion was apparent on his face, to his former mentor. He shook his head. "I am here... to offer you a choice."
"A choice? I thought death -was- the choice." He held his head, the waterlike substance of this place made every movement sluggish.
"Not for you, the one who is given the choice to become the next to become the Gigantech Fighter." Matsuda's face showed uneasiness, as if he was trying to apologize and own for something.
"Wait... the -next- to become? But Matsuda-sensei, I thought-"
"That you had already gained the power of Gigantech." Matsuda cut him off, nodding his affirmation. "...And in the eight years you have wielded that power, you have grown alongside it, growing stronger in body, and mind, and yes... even your spirit. But you do not know the true power of the Gigantech."
"The truth of the matter is - that you were bonded to me, the Gigantech Fighter before you, and I deemed you worthy. I have seen you grow into something that could be seen as a proud warrior in many cultures. And though your journey has not been perfect-" Onni flinched, expecting a reprimand, but Matsuda simply paused, offering a small smile. "Indeed, you have many flaws... but you throw yourself at them, time and again, hoping to become better. And though you deny the title, there are few that would deny that you have a heroic spirit."
He paused, collecting his thoughts, his gaze turning sharply, his arms folded as he spoke. "In plain terms, your bond with my - our power, has been more of a tug of war than you realize. The more you bonded with Gigantech's power, using it, tapping into the power contained within it and the Assault Mode both, the more the power was yours, and the less that it was mine."
All of a sudden, the visions of figures that had been swimming in the corners of Onni's vision rusheed all around him. He could see some figures he recognized, many he didn't, all of which sseemed to have some form of noble air to them - heroic, almost, floating there alongside them.
"I am not the first to wield the power of Gigantech Fighter, nor will you be the last. This is the tradition I was taught from my Master, and his Master before him, and so on. To pass on the mantle is to forsake it for your own sake. To retire, one might say. I left because your bond had reached a critical point - with one exception, the power was yours now. To use how you saw fit."
"One exception...?" Onni's mind was swimming, processing the new information, the pain waxing and waning in his chest and head.
"Yes. You see... though you knew and wielded Gigantech's powers to your advantage, you are not yet bonded to the mantle, wearing it as if it was your own. To you, the power is still borrowed, and not your own. That's because there is needed one last threshold to cross before one can be the Gigantech Fighter."
Onni's mind, sluggish though it was, barreled to the conclusion ahead of him. "Death."
"Death. To die while wearing the mantle is the final threshold, and the final choice."
Suddenly, the warriors split ranks. There were few that seemed to move forward - many of the ones he didn't recognize were in this group, joining and orbiting Matsuda. The rest fell back, a horde. The faces Oni did recognized counteed among them.
"The apprentice of the Gigantech always has a choice, up through this final threshold - he can choose that he is not reeady, that his life was not one that he felt was worth donning the mantle. He can choose to join the 'choid invisible', so to speak, and reincarnate as someone different. Though he will not remember his past life."
"...Or there is the option of accepting the mantle for what it is. Accepting the line between life and death you will be walking, and accepting the power of the Gigantech, returning to life once more."
"Wait... you're telling me I can go back!?" Onni spun around, no longer floating opposite of his teacher, but level with him, looking into his eyes. "Right now?"
"It... will not be easy. Earth-humanoids do not have the regenerative properties some do - though you could bring yourself back, your wounds would not heal as quickly as others. And..."
"And?"
"...You would not longer be considered wholly human. I know that has been... important to you. But to bond fully with Gigantech is to become the mantle for its power. Part of your 'human' self would be burnt as fuel for the fusion, and in doing so, you would become much closer to a 'Hybrid Spirit' than you were before."
Onni paused, floating there. Looking around at the many that had chosen to instead accept their deeaths, and the few that had stayed behind, taking on the mantle. "...It's the only way?"
"The only one. The mantle demands an answer, one way or the other, I'm afraid."
There was a flash in his eye. The nebulous space responded at once - pictures of the people he'd seen. Shiroko. Akae. Euphemia. Noriko. Jean. Isabel. Alex. Shinoko. Shiyoko.
It lingered on one. A small young girl, red hair as firey as her mother's, riding atop his shoulders. And then another - a young girl crossing the field of a duel to shake his hand. Eyes twinkling with optimism and idealistic nature. And then one more.
A broken rooftop, a swirling vortex in the distance. A dark red-haired woman putting a hand to her mouth as he presented a ring.
Onni stared at them, his eyes transfixeed, away from Matsuda, as he heard his teacher's voicee behind him.
"I see, so that is your answer?"
"...Heh. I can't leave them all in the lurch now. I've still got too much to do."
"...So be it."
All at once, the images snapped away, the darkness started to glow - a greenish light under their feet, and an energy Onni wasn't ready for filled the area, pricking at the edges of his body.
Matsuda's nature shifted, his eyes gleaming. The dark green glowed.
"Know this, Haita Onni. To the Twelve Dimensions, you are the warrior that could start or war or end it on your own. The power of the Gigantech FIghter is in its bloodshed. You will become someone attuned to the wills of thee departed. Ever-toeing the line between life and death. The Gigantech Fighter is not one trifled with lightly - you are someone who can bring ceasefires with your presence, or fight an unending battle against thee entire world."
"You are not the first to be given my strength, my master's strength, his master's strength, and so on, since the Gigantech Fighter was a being that existed. This strength is compounded on you, to a mantle that is both your greatest strength and yet your biggest burden. Knowing this, I ask you-"
"Will you take the power of the Gigantech from your master? Will you live again, a warrior unburdened by death, a bringer of peace until you find that who will carry the mantle for you?"
"I do, Matsuda-sensei." He could feel the pain return more sharply now, the energy prickling at him. The sensation of his chest being ripped open, exposed to the elements.
Matsuda's image flickered, and he smiled peacefully, the image of his dour teacher being content with him, as he replied.
"Then you have but one thing left to do."
"Fight for it."
Suddenly, he was plunged into darkness once more. Feeling returned to him - pain shooting all through his body, light up and ahead of him, the darkness lashing out at him, dragging him backwards. Back into numbness, nothingness.
He fought, pulling his leaden limbs forward, inching towards the light. With every step forward, the pain grew. Pinpricks in his vision bloomed, searing his eyes, throwing himself forward as he kept them as open as hee could, squinting through the pain and the light.
His chest ached, his body shook. The light drew closer. He could feel his heart, feel how exposed it was. But he could also feel something else.
A thrumming beat, pounding in his ears. He reached out into the light- and suddenly, he was stumbling, his vision blurred - whether due to the pinpricks burning behind his eyes, or because of the searing pain in the rest of his body, hee couldn't tell. The area was slick as he stumbled forward. The scent of iron thick in his nostrils.
His vision blurred, stumbling forward alost mindlessly, as a figure landed in front of his blurred vision - small, wiry,with jet black hair, he couldn't tell who it was, but he reached out a hand, trying to speak.
"Give...her... ba-"
A cough brought blood from mouth splattering to the ground, as he hacked, what was left of his chest spasming as his vision swirled, the ground rushing up to meet him.
And then, blackness. A dull, aching, definitely-still-alive blackness, but blackness nonetheless.
---
[A TV is on in a hospital room, a newsfeed reporting as the news scrolls on by.
"Construction crews continue to cooperate with the Domino Police and Fire Department in clearing and investigating the destruction of the Domino Police Special Investigations building. The building was attacked by a terrorist attempting to work against the Special Investigations Department. Chief of Investigations Haita Onni is reported to be in critical but stable condition after a 17-hour surgery to reconstruct his chest cavity after an attack. Currently Acting Chief Investigator Mikata Niyo declined to comment..."]
Nngh.
[He's restrained in bed. Barely conscious. Hooked up to a couple vital-monitoring machines and a whole lot of painkillers. Off to a table is the two things recovered with him, his duel disk - practically snapped in two from the force of the explosion, and a deck of cards, slightly burnt at the edges.]
[But he is alive. And the hospital is letting friends, family, and associates come see him, today. Though, with how he seems to be fading in and out of consciousness, you may need some effort to keep him awake.]
(LOG: Jean vs Akae/Number 43, Setsuo vs Euphemia/Number 48, Alexandra vs Moeko/Numbers 77 and 96)
---
It was hard to quantify exactly what it was he was feeling. The easiest sensation he could describe it as was, well.
Nothing.
He had no grounding, no sight, no way to hear anything, no feeling on his skin. It was as if every sense had been stripped from him and he was left to float in what he could only determine was inky blackness. He couldn't even feel himself, he felt as if he should be in pain, or discomfort, but something about all this left his entire body numb. No sensation at all.
How long was he like that? Minutes? Hours? Days? It was impossible to tell. Time could have passed in the blink of an eye, or it could have dragged on agonizingly slow. He would not have been able to tell. It felt like an eternity.
He was scared. Scared by something as simple to grasp as the feeling of nothingness.
He continued to, for a better word, 'float' there, encompassed in that nothingness. He tried to turn his head, but felt as if he was underwater - every movement seemed to shift his whole body, reorient and disorient him, until he was no longer certain which way he was facing. He tried to call out. For anyone. He couldn't hear his own voice. He wasn't sure what he was shouting. if he was shouting. He tried to twist and turn, spiralling in the nothingness.
What would happen? Was he just to navigate this darkness? Blind, deaf and numb? Was that it? Was it truly over?
"It seems I was right to suspect this day would come all to soon for you."
He wheeled about, limbs flailing uselessly as he tried to pivot. He had heard something. No, not heard. Something along the lines of 'felt'. A voice that had echoed in his head. Like it was his own thoughts, but not. And the voice was familiar.
He tried to shout.
"Ah... of course. It's your first time, I would imagine."
Something was changing. He was pivoting again, but his senses were returning. Vague feelings gave way to focus. First feeling - the numbness being replaced with that floating sensation, and a sense of vertigo. Hearing - the voice started to ring in his ears. And soon enough, sight. His eyes, blurry and muddled. He could make out a vague shape of... something. Someone. The face was upside-down. Or maybe he was.
"Onni-kun, it's been quite some time since we last met." The face came into clarity. Jet black hair, traditional yukata. Startling green eyes. His one-time mentor and friened.
"Mat...suda-sensei?" He could hear is own voice. It sounded weaker than he had thought. "Where... where are we...?" A dull ache in his head seemed to stab clarity into him as he asked that, the pain causing his senses to focus once more.
The figure, 'Matsuda-sensei' adjusted a pair of thin-rimmed spectacles on his face, eyes blinking twice in response. "You do not recall, Onni-kun? You are-"
"Dead. Right." He finished the sentence as the pain caused the events to rush back to him. The abandoned theatre. Moeko. 77 and 96. The bomb on his chest. He looked down- his chest looked fine, here, but there was a dull ache - an almost phantom-like pain. Not unlike what Onni would suspect losing a limb felt like.
"I'm afraid so, yes. It seems your ah... 'trademark' luck finally caught up with you. Or ran out, whichever you prefer." He shook his head, floating there, and looking away. The nebulous space seemed to expand before them, figures catching the edge of Onni's sight, but always at a glance. The whole thing made him uncomfortable, as he floated there in that space, trying to find words for what happened.
"Then... why are you here? You left, last I checked, not died."
"I am here, because you are here." Matsuda replied, the green in his eyes seeming almost to glint in - whatever this place had for light. Onni thought he probably shouldn't think on it too much. Though the confusion was apparent on his face, to his former mentor. He shook his head. "I am here... to offer you a choice."
"A choice? I thought death -was- the choice." He held his head, the waterlike substance of this place made every movement sluggish.
"Not for you, the one who is given the choice to become the next to become the Gigantech Fighter." Matsuda's face showed uneasiness, as if he was trying to apologize and own for something.
"Wait... the -next- to become? But Matsuda-sensei, I thought-"
"That you had already gained the power of Gigantech." Matsuda cut him off, nodding his affirmation. "...And in the eight years you have wielded that power, you have grown alongside it, growing stronger in body, and mind, and yes... even your spirit. But you do not know the true power of the Gigantech."
"The truth of the matter is - that you were bonded to me, the Gigantech Fighter before you, and I deemed you worthy. I have seen you grow into something that could be seen as a proud warrior in many cultures. And though your journey has not been perfect-" Onni flinched, expecting a reprimand, but Matsuda simply paused, offering a small smile. "Indeed, you have many flaws... but you throw yourself at them, time and again, hoping to become better. And though you deny the title, there are few that would deny that you have a heroic spirit."
He paused, collecting his thoughts, his gaze turning sharply, his arms folded as he spoke. "In plain terms, your bond with my - our power, has been more of a tug of war than you realize. The more you bonded with Gigantech's power, using it, tapping into the power contained within it and the Assault Mode both, the more the power was yours, and the less that it was mine."
All of a sudden, the visions of figures that had been swimming in the corners of Onni's vision rusheed all around him. He could see some figures he recognized, many he didn't, all of which sseemed to have some form of noble air to them - heroic, almost, floating there alongside them.
"I am not the first to wield the power of Gigantech Fighter, nor will you be the last. This is the tradition I was taught from my Master, and his Master before him, and so on. To pass on the mantle is to forsake it for your own sake. To retire, one might say. I left because your bond had reached a critical point - with one exception, the power was yours now. To use how you saw fit."
"One exception...?" Onni's mind was swimming, processing the new information, the pain waxing and waning in his chest and head.
"Yes. You see... though you knew and wielded Gigantech's powers to your advantage, you are not yet bonded to the mantle, wearing it as if it was your own. To you, the power is still borrowed, and not your own. That's because there is needed one last threshold to cross before one can be the Gigantech Fighter."
Onni's mind, sluggish though it was, barreled to the conclusion ahead of him. "Death."
"Death. To die while wearing the mantle is the final threshold, and the final choice."
Suddenly, the warriors split ranks. There were few that seemed to move forward - many of the ones he didn't recognize were in this group, joining and orbiting Matsuda. The rest fell back, a horde. The faces Oni did recognized counteed among them.
"The apprentice of the Gigantech always has a choice, up through this final threshold - he can choose that he is not reeady, that his life was not one that he felt was worth donning the mantle. He can choose to join the 'choid invisible', so to speak, and reincarnate as someone different. Though he will not remember his past life."
"...Or there is the option of accepting the mantle for what it is. Accepting the line between life and death you will be walking, and accepting the power of the Gigantech, returning to life once more."
"Wait... you're telling me I can go back!?" Onni spun around, no longer floating opposite of his teacher, but level with him, looking into his eyes. "Right now?"
"It... will not be easy. Earth-humanoids do not have the regenerative properties some do - though you could bring yourself back, your wounds would not heal as quickly as others. And..."
"And?"
"...You would not longer be considered wholly human. I know that has been... important to you. But to bond fully with Gigantech is to become the mantle for its power. Part of your 'human' self would be burnt as fuel for the fusion, and in doing so, you would become much closer to a 'Hybrid Spirit' than you were before."
Onni paused, floating there. Looking around at the many that had chosen to instead accept their deeaths, and the few that had stayed behind, taking on the mantle. "...It's the only way?"
"The only one. The mantle demands an answer, one way or the other, I'm afraid."
There was a flash in his eye. The nebulous space responded at once - pictures of the people he'd seen. Shiroko. Akae. Euphemia. Noriko. Jean. Isabel. Alex. Shinoko. Shiyoko.
It lingered on one. A small young girl, red hair as firey as her mother's, riding atop his shoulders. And then another - a young girl crossing the field of a duel to shake his hand. Eyes twinkling with optimism and idealistic nature. And then one more.
A broken rooftop, a swirling vortex in the distance. A dark red-haired woman putting a hand to her mouth as he presented a ring.
Onni stared at them, his eyes transfixeed, away from Matsuda, as he heard his teacher's voicee behind him.
"I see, so that is your answer?"
"...Heh. I can't leave them all in the lurch now. I've still got too much to do."
"...So be it."
All at once, the images snapped away, the darkness started to glow - a greenish light under their feet, and an energy Onni wasn't ready for filled the area, pricking at the edges of his body.
Matsuda's nature shifted, his eyes gleaming. The dark green glowed.
"Know this, Haita Onni. To the Twelve Dimensions, you are the warrior that could start or war or end it on your own. The power of the Gigantech FIghter is in its bloodshed. You will become someone attuned to the wills of thee departed. Ever-toeing the line between life and death. The Gigantech Fighter is not one trifled with lightly - you are someone who can bring ceasefires with your presence, or fight an unending battle against thee entire world."
"You are not the first to be given my strength, my master's strength, his master's strength, and so on, since the Gigantech Fighter was a being that existed. This strength is compounded on you, to a mantle that is both your greatest strength and yet your biggest burden. Knowing this, I ask you-"
"Will you take the power of the Gigantech from your master? Will you live again, a warrior unburdened by death, a bringer of peace until you find that who will carry the mantle for you?"
"I do, Matsuda-sensei." He could feel the pain return more sharply now, the energy prickling at him. The sensation of his chest being ripped open, exposed to the elements.
Matsuda's image flickered, and he smiled peacefully, the image of his dour teacher being content with him, as he replied.
"Then you have but one thing left to do."
"Fight for it."
Suddenly, he was plunged into darkness once more. Feeling returned to him - pain shooting all through his body, light up and ahead of him, the darkness lashing out at him, dragging him backwards. Back into numbness, nothingness.
He fought, pulling his leaden limbs forward, inching towards the light. With every step forward, the pain grew. Pinpricks in his vision bloomed, searing his eyes, throwing himself forward as he kept them as open as hee could, squinting through the pain and the light.
His chest ached, his body shook. The light drew closer. He could feel his heart, feel how exposed it was. But he could also feel something else.
A thrumming beat, pounding in his ears. He reached out into the light- and suddenly, he was stumbling, his vision blurred - whether due to the pinpricks burning behind his eyes, or because of the searing pain in the rest of his body, hee couldn't tell. The area was slick as he stumbled forward. The scent of iron thick in his nostrils.
His vision blurred, stumbling forward alost mindlessly, as a figure landed in front of his blurred vision - small, wiry,with jet black hair, he couldn't tell who it was, but he reached out a hand, trying to speak.
"Give...her... ba-"
A cough brought blood from mouth splattering to the ground, as he hacked, what was left of his chest spasming as his vision swirled, the ground rushing up to meet him.
And then, blackness. A dull, aching, definitely-still-alive blackness, but blackness nonetheless.
---
[A TV is on in a hospital room, a newsfeed reporting as the news scrolls on by.
"Construction crews continue to cooperate with the Domino Police and Fire Department in clearing and investigating the destruction of the Domino Police Special Investigations building. The building was attacked by a terrorist attempting to work against the Special Investigations Department. Chief of Investigations Haita Onni is reported to be in critical but stable condition after a 17-hour surgery to reconstruct his chest cavity after an attack. Currently Acting Chief Investigator Mikata Niyo declined to comment..."]
Nngh.
[He's restrained in bed. Barely conscious. Hooked up to a couple vital-monitoring machines and a whole lot of painkillers. Off to a table is the two things recovered with him, his duel disk - practically snapped in two from the force of the explosion, and a deck of cards, slightly burnt at the edges.]
[But he is alive. And the hospital is letting friends, family, and associates come see him, today. Though, with how he seems to be fading in and out of consciousness, you may need some effort to keep him awake.]