Week 7

[airlockedmods]

[Well that weekend sucked. The Champions are down a dad and a bean and shrinking their numbers smaller and smaller, less and less.

There's no sign of life in the spaceport aside from PAL's omnipresent voice and SIS, the helpful asSIStant who has some control over certain heres and theres in the spaceport. She (and PAL) are available at all times and can appear anywhere if called. There is, however, a new floor to explore. Just hop in the elevator and pchoo.]


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Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

...There's nothing saying we can't. It doesn't break any rules. We can investigate freely.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...You wanna break some shit and yell?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Li'l bit. ...Guess you had the right idea all along.

[motherfucking_ghost]

It's called catharsis, and I am the master of it.

I mean, I feel like the alternative is to get into a fight with someone. Just, a legit-ass fight.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Can't help you there. You'd, like, sit on me and that'd be it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I let Noct have some free shots. Cuz he said he could fight his mountain man Shield and I didn't believe him. Could do the same for you so long as you promise not to destroy me with your robo-arm.

[misanthropicprinciple]

You... actually want to fight me?

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm giving you the option of socking me in the gut if you want but I'd rather punch out shelves and yell.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Let's do that. I like yelling all right. And you're not the one I want to sock.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You're also not allowed to sock yourself.

Even if it's really tempting.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Wow, are you saying I'm that sockable? Come on. I wouldn't be able to get a good angle at all like that.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...How about I say no comment and get right down to it?

[Like him punching up on a shelf, giving out an almighty yell of frustration.

...Give him a moment...]

..........Owwwwww...

[misanthropicprinciple]

Uh, maybe I should've taken you up on Sock 'Em Bop 'Em Robots instead. ...Shouuuuuld I get Nari?

[motherfucking_ghost]

I have made...mistakes...in my life...

Gah, I'll be fine, just...

You ever sit back sometimes and realize we're stupid?

Cuz we're astronomically stupid sometimes.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Pats Church's back. There, there, buddy.]

Well, at least we're pretty. Pretty enough to make stupid look good. ...I can't think of any other reason to keep us around. Entertainment?

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He rubs at his knuckles and sinks to the floor, not because it hurts so bad he can't stay up, but because this is 0.2 seconds from getting heavy and he'd rather...be sitting for it.]

Pretty sure that all of us can't see our own worth, but everyone else around us can, so as long as we're open to the idea that we actually do some good to the people around us, then...yeah.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Oh. Well.

Now we're both sitting inside a storage room, because. That's just how we roll in this shitty world.]

I guess. ...No, you're right.

[...]

I don't know what I'd do without you, man. You won't... will you?

[motherfucking_ghost]

I...I dunno.

[He's not too manly to hold Junpei's hand. Two guys, sitting in a storage room, five inches apart cuz they're hella gay--]

I lost my memory before. I don't remember what I was, who I was, where I came from--everything that happened to me before I woke up in a stupid canyon with a bunch of stupid people playing stupid war pretend with stupid missions. It's gone. All I know is what I've been told.

So memory means a lot to me. Memory...is the key.

Without it, who am I? Just a blank slate? Are we gonna all start over again? Wh--I don't--I--

I don't wanna leave you, man, especially since I know if I do, you'll come, too. You're my brother. But I don't know who I'm gonna be by the end of the week. I'm scared.

I'm also angry. I'm really, unholy amounts of angry.

...But really, really scared, too.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Dude...

[Holding hands isn't gay enough. Junpei sits up on his knees because it's the only way he's tall enough to gather Church to his chest. Who the hell lets humans get this large, seriously?]

I. I get it. ...I'm goddamn terrified. If I forget again, the things that happened here--or back in the mansion, or earlier...

I'm not afraid of who I'll be. But what I'll do... I don't know. But.

But I do know, you'll always be--be my brother. And my best friend. Whoever you are, it's always going to be someone I... like. And trust, and care about. ...Fuck it, Church, I love you, all right?

[Junpei holds onto him fiercely, like that admission's strong enough on its own to keep him here.]

And... if, you know. [He takes a deep breath.] If you do... I won't follow you. I'll--I'll keep at this as long as I can, work it from this side, until I can get you and Dad and Yuuri back out. And get all our memories back. So don't worry about me.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Even though it wasn't Kip, blame Kip anyway. Church holds on, tight, like if either of them let go then the other's gonna just die on the spot.]

I'm a Shield without a king, so, us being the only glaive left, I gotta smother you with worry. That's...gotta be, like, my job now.

I...asked PAL to change my title, early in the week. I don't think he will, but...Shield didn't...seem right. After. But if I've gotta still be one, I'll be everyone's shield. Catch a grenade for you, throw my hand on a blade for you, something something cheese lyrics.

I just don't know how to stop this. I don't want to be what I was again. And I don't want the people in charge taking plays out of the Director's and Price's fucking book. It's not fair.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Well, they both know one way to stop it. Don't they?]

I'll figure something out.

[His arms stay wrapped tight around Church's back.]

That'll be my job. Okay? You crush us under your enormous mother-henning ass and I'll find a back way out of the coop. That... seems like the right role for the advisor. Right?

[motherfucking_ghost]

[That still seems like too much to put on Junpei's shoulders. There has to be something to do. Somewhere. At some point.]

...Did you just call me a fatass?

[Make light of misery. That's what he can do.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yes.

[It's said completely unrepentantly.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Dumbass.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Jerk.

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