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empatheias2018-11-01 11:50 pm
capsulecorps) wrote in empatheias2018-11-01 11:50 pm
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( closed ) you know sometimes it makes you sick to the bone
Who: Trunks and others
Where: various places
When: first week of the month
Format: [ like this ]
closed
Summary: With Thras dead, Trunks has to deal with the loss of his friend and it's not too good because half-saiyan and all.
closed to his future self, backdated to october 31st.
[ He's gone.
Thras, the Arehtei he met as a child and loved so much that he went out of his way to draw up a good hundred or so posters for The Knights of Thras recruitment to protect his Arehtei... he's gone. Just like that. In a flutter of dragonfly-shaped lights. Gone... and there had been nothing he could do to stop it or save him.
Somehow, time slips away from him and he hasn't even realized that he's come to stop mid-air, having been on his way to Shaarnath as quickly as he could and yet... he hadn't been enough- he hadn't been fast enough.
He never is, is he?
At first, he believes it to be rain touching his cheeks, the skies dark with it being evening and it looked as if it might rain as he zipped his way through the night skies. But it's when his vision begins to blur, when he begins to feel an uncontrollable wave of sadness wash over him that, slowly, he begins to descend from the sky and drops down to his feet first, then his hands and knees. From his shirt, the pendant he had made when he was a child for The Knights of Thras swings forward and he catches sight of it with watery blue eyes, grasping it with a trembling hand that he at first curls tightly within his fist, before he opens his hand and stares to the small pebble he had used with the KoT he had carved in on the front of it. He curls his fist again, tightly so, eyes squeezing shut as he trembles with tears forcing their way out.
He's gone.
His friend, someone else he cared for... he's gone and he couldn't save him. He can never save them.
It's not fair.
It's not fair.
It's not fair.
And just like that, all emotion within breaks loose in a flash of gold as he screams with hands curled into fists and a wave of energy whips off him with a trembling explosion around. The ground beneath him cracks, trembling beneath him as he sinks into it, trees thrown back and just barely holding their roots to the ground as he continues to scream up to the sky in a flurry of emotions.
Anger. Grief. F a i l u r e.
It pulls at him from deep within, rips out a source of power that is so tightly wound around these emotions and refuses to let go, gripping and clawing and trying to remain within... until he rips it out of him as if one would their bleeding heart and everything around him cowers as he explodes with fire, explodes with anger, explodes with bolts of electricity that snap and pop around him so violently. Trees are obliterated, the ground splitting for miles away from him, the sky crying out with him in streaks of lightning high above as he reaches in and rips out more of that power, more of that pain, letting it consume and destroy everything around him.
Congratulations, you've unlocked SSJ2.
And all it took was the death of your Arehtei, of your friend, who you promised you would protect.
But his grief doesn't stop, his anger refuses to calm, and so he slams his curled fists down into the ground, splitting it further as he screams with tears in his eyes... over... and over... and over... he'll bury himself here. He doesn't care. Nothing matters. He's never enough. ]
closed to rokurou.
[ Giru is the first to make his way inside Thras' Temple and he does so on foot this time, small feet tapping against the flooring as he goes to ensure that it's safe before he turns and gives a no danger detected, no life detected to the half-saiyan who lingers near the entrance. His eyes fall shut, a pained expression touching his face. He knows Giru doesn't mean anything malicious with his words it's just... the no life part is... swallowing thickly, he smiles a little to his robot companion and nods once before he makes his way inside, pulling his poncho around him a little tighter.
Coming here is so familiar to the half-saiyan. Days when he would fly his way here as a small boy with his posters in hand and clapping loudly to try and get the dragon's attention... demanding they race and calling them friends, showing the dragon so proudly his drawings and his even being knighted by the Arehtei himself as his first and official knight... all of those memories feel like ghosts within these temple walls now as he slowly makes his way inside, finding the temple to now be eerie and empty of that pride and warmth that Thras would fill it with.
As Giru continues to walk ahead and investigate further, the half-saiyan finds himself stopping a little ways in as he notices the dried blood that's streaked across the flooring. His heart sinks, aching at the sight, and he swallows again as he gives a shaky breath before he proceeds to move in further; he needs to be brave, it's what Thras would want. It's when he comes across the weapons that are left behind - the bloodied sword in particular - that he comes to pause and stares to it all, feeling that ache within him grow as he sees what his dragon friend had been met with and how he could have stopped this if he had been here. Swords, arrows, knives... he could have easily broke all of these, even smacked them away if he had been here and yet...
Trunks sinks down to the floor then, Giru coming to stop and look back at the half-saiyan as he buries his face in his hands and sits there, fingers tugging at lavender coloured strands as he tries to keep it together. But he could have stopped this, he really could have and didn't, he couldn't, and it's not fair. Approaching him, Giru gently places a small hand on the half-saiyan's leg and gives a Trunks hurt? Giru help? but he's met with nothing from the half-saiyan and so he stands there, keeping watch with his small hand still on his leg. ]
for castmates or close cr.
[ In the days to follow the death of Thras, the half-saiyan is clearly grieving the loss of his friend. His room is about the only place he's ever truly found the times when he is around and hasn't disappeared to wherever, ignoring any pings or attempts to get in touch with him over the amulets. If he's not curled up in his bed, back facing whoever comes in, he's sitting on the floor, staring at the posters he'd made as a child for The Knights of Thras or the pendants he still hadn't finished before he disappeared from this world for a short time. The only other place one might find him is sitting on the roof, though this is typically at night, either staring to the night sky or with his face buried in his arms that are crossed against his knees, Giru sitting there with him and eating some nails for a snack. The light that shone so brightly within the half-saiyan who was maybe a little awkward and always willing to chat anyone up is dulled considerably and it's as if he's a shell of the man he was just a few days ago. ]
Where: various places
When: first week of the month
Format: [ like this ]
closed
Summary: With Thras dead, Trunks has to deal with the loss of his friend and it's not too good because half-saiyan and all.
closed to his future self, backdated to october 31st.
[ He's gone.
Thras, the Arehtei he met as a child and loved so much that he went out of his way to draw up a good hundred or so posters for The Knights of Thras recruitment to protect his Arehtei... he's gone. Just like that. In a flutter of dragonfly-shaped lights. Gone... and there had been nothing he could do to stop it or save him.
Somehow, time slips away from him and he hasn't even realized that he's come to stop mid-air, having been on his way to Shaarnath as quickly as he could and yet... he hadn't been enough- he hadn't been fast enough.
He never is, is he?
At first, he believes it to be rain touching his cheeks, the skies dark with it being evening and it looked as if it might rain as he zipped his way through the night skies. But it's when his vision begins to blur, when he begins to feel an uncontrollable wave of sadness wash over him that, slowly, he begins to descend from the sky and drops down to his feet first, then his hands and knees. From his shirt, the pendant he had made when he was a child for The Knights of Thras swings forward and he catches sight of it with watery blue eyes, grasping it with a trembling hand that he at first curls tightly within his fist, before he opens his hand and stares to the small pebble he had used with the KoT he had carved in on the front of it. He curls his fist again, tightly so, eyes squeezing shut as he trembles with tears forcing their way out.
He's gone.
His friend, someone else he cared for... he's gone and he couldn't save him. He can never save them.
It's not fair.
It's not fair.
It's not fair.
And just like that, all emotion within breaks loose in a flash of gold as he screams with hands curled into fists and a wave of energy whips off him with a trembling explosion around. The ground beneath him cracks, trembling beneath him as he sinks into it, trees thrown back and just barely holding their roots to the ground as he continues to scream up to the sky in a flurry of emotions.
Anger. Grief. F a i l u r e.
It pulls at him from deep within, rips out a source of power that is so tightly wound around these emotions and refuses to let go, gripping and clawing and trying to remain within... until he rips it out of him as if one would their bleeding heart and everything around him cowers as he explodes with fire, explodes with anger, explodes with bolts of electricity that snap and pop around him so violently. Trees are obliterated, the ground splitting for miles away from him, the sky crying out with him in streaks of lightning high above as he reaches in and rips out more of that power, more of that pain, letting it consume and destroy everything around him.
Congratulations, you've unlocked SSJ2.
And all it took was the death of your Arehtei, of your friend, who you promised you would protect.
But his grief doesn't stop, his anger refuses to calm, and so he slams his curled fists down into the ground, splitting it further as he screams with tears in his eyes... over... and over... and over... he'll bury himself here. He doesn't care. Nothing matters. He's never enough. ]
closed to rokurou.
[ Giru is the first to make his way inside Thras' Temple and he does so on foot this time, small feet tapping against the flooring as he goes to ensure that it's safe before he turns and gives a no danger detected, no life detected to the half-saiyan who lingers near the entrance. His eyes fall shut, a pained expression touching his face. He knows Giru doesn't mean anything malicious with his words it's just... the no life part is... swallowing thickly, he smiles a little to his robot companion and nods once before he makes his way inside, pulling his poncho around him a little tighter.
Coming here is so familiar to the half-saiyan. Days when he would fly his way here as a small boy with his posters in hand and clapping loudly to try and get the dragon's attention... demanding they race and calling them friends, showing the dragon so proudly his drawings and his even being knighted by the Arehtei himself as his first and official knight... all of those memories feel like ghosts within these temple walls now as he slowly makes his way inside, finding the temple to now be eerie and empty of that pride and warmth that Thras would fill it with.
As Giru continues to walk ahead and investigate further, the half-saiyan finds himself stopping a little ways in as he notices the dried blood that's streaked across the flooring. His heart sinks, aching at the sight, and he swallows again as he gives a shaky breath before he proceeds to move in further; he needs to be brave, it's what Thras would want. It's when he comes across the weapons that are left behind - the bloodied sword in particular - that he comes to pause and stares to it all, feeling that ache within him grow as he sees what his dragon friend had been met with and how he could have stopped this if he had been here. Swords, arrows, knives... he could have easily broke all of these, even smacked them away if he had been here and yet...
Trunks sinks down to the floor then, Giru coming to stop and look back at the half-saiyan as he buries his face in his hands and sits there, fingers tugging at lavender coloured strands as he tries to keep it together. But he could have stopped this, he really could have and didn't, he couldn't, and it's not fair. Approaching him, Giru gently places a small hand on the half-saiyan's leg and gives a Trunks hurt? Giru help? but he's met with nothing from the half-saiyan and so he stands there, keeping watch with his small hand still on his leg. ]
for castmates or close cr.
[ In the days to follow the death of Thras, the half-saiyan is clearly grieving the loss of his friend. His room is about the only place he's ever truly found the times when he is around and hasn't disappeared to wherever, ignoring any pings or attempts to get in touch with him over the amulets. If he's not curled up in his bed, back facing whoever comes in, he's sitting on the floor, staring at the posters he'd made as a child for The Knights of Thras or the pendants he still hadn't finished before he disappeared from this world for a short time. The only other place one might find him is sitting on the roof, though this is typically at night, either staring to the night sky or with his face buried in his arms that are crossed against his knees, Giru sitting there with him and eating some nails for a snack. The light that shone so brightly within the half-saiyan who was maybe a little awkward and always willing to chat anyone up is dulled considerably and it's as if he's a shell of the man he was just a few days ago. ]
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[Mai might not have shared the connection to Thras that Trunks and several of their friends did, but she had seen what happened. Witnessed some of the immediate aftereffects. The pain and sorrow of loss. One night unfamiliar to her...which was precisely why she knew what she needed to do.]
[Finding him was increasingly easy. What little time he didn't seem to spend in his room, he was up on the same roof she'd previously found him sitting atop. Only, this time, he barely noticed her. Which meant he wasn't about to fly down to her. She would have to go to him. So she did, taking the time to borrow a ladder from the lab, carefully placing it against the side of the building, and climbing up. Her movements were swift and graceful but she still made just enough sounds that even he should be able to hear.]
[When she reached the top, she wasted little time in coming to his side.]
[Then...she took a seat next to him. Close, but still giving him an arm's distance.]
...hey.
[Announcing her presence softly, so as to not startle him.]
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Or maybe he knows that Mai doesn't eat nails and, therefore, won't take it and he's just showing that he can be nice? ]
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No, thank you, Giru. I appreciate it. I'm just...not hungry right now.
[Which, to be fair, was also true.]
[With that established, however, Mai leaned forward ever so slightly. Pulling her knees close to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, chin coming to rest on top. Her eyes closest for the briefest moment as she allowed herself a slow sigh. Barely audible among the light breeze blowing past.]
...whatever you need to say, I'm here to listen. [She did not look at Trunks, but her words were meant for him.] If you need to rant, scream, mumble, blame everyone and everything, plot revenge....or even if you don't want to say anything at all. That's alright too.
[She tried not to compare the Trunks' during the best of times, wanting to acknowledge they were each their own man...but there was just something so parallel about the way they each brooded. It was hard not to approach them in a similar manner.]
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He didn't deserve that... I should have been there with him.
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No. He didn't.
[A glance was spared his way. Observing his body language. It matched his tone.]
You may not have been with him physically in the moment, but...you're with him now. In your thoughts, and in your heart. [She would never once doubt his devotion to the Arathei.] And I may not know Thras as well as you, but I'm certain he let us see what happened for a reason. Painful as it may have been to witness.
We can't change what's already happened...
[A pause, and she very nearly chuckled at the irony of such a statement. All the more, considering who she was saying it to. The boy--or a version of him--who had done just that.]
...but we can control what we do next. In his name.
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I can't protect anyone I care about. It's like no matter how hard I try... I just can't.
[ Are you getting deja-vu between the two Trunkses, Mai? They're a little more similar in certain ways than either might realize, it seems. ]
So what's the point?
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The point is to never give up. No matter how desperate things might seem, there's always a reason to keep fighting.
You still have family here, Trunks. And friends. People who love you. Who want to protect you just as much as you want to protect them. And Thras...he could still come back. The Arathei reincarnate, don't they? Or start a new life cycle or...something of that nature. I remember reading something about that in the library....
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[ He still doesn't look to Mai, his eyes still looking to the sky but, in that moment, darkening with a guilted sort of anger, more at himself than anyone else. ]
I don't want my life to mirror his.
[ His being... his future self. Because it's becoming rather startling how they always seem to share this sort of pain despite timeline differences. ]
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[A stray thought that slipped out unintentionally. Much as Mai cared deeply for her friend and partner, and was grateful for the fact that they had a chance to meet, she would never have wished such a life on him. Not for a second.]
So do something about it.
I would never say you're not enough, Trunks, because you are. But...if that's how you truly feel...then the only thing you can do from here on out is to use that feeling to motivate you further. Keep getting stronger. Keep training. Keep fighting. No matter how long it takes, or what happens in the meantime. Never let anything stop you. Not even yourself.
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He looks over to Mai then, his eyes softening a bit so as not to cast his anger in her direction. ]
But when is it finally enough? When can I finally be strong enough to protect everyone?
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I don't know.
What I do know is that it won't be while you're sitting around like this. You have to get out there and find out for yourself. But I know you will. Because I believe in you.
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Yeah, maybe.
[ A sigh, he folds his arms again over his knees and drops his chin down, staring ahead. ]
Thanks, Mai.
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That's what friends are for, after all.