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station722017-06-08 02:39 pm
redheadcarrier) wrote in station722017-06-08 02:39 pm
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CHARACTERS: Asuka Langley Soryu and you.
WHERE: The Station
WHEN: Day: 048
SUMMARY: Asuka hasn't had a good time emotionally; she tries to distract herself by overworking.
WARNINGS: Potential mention of suicide, suicidal ideation, death.
[ Her conversations with Misato didn't go anywhere. Or at least they didn't go anywhere that would help Asuka resolve the teeming mass of uncomfortable hollowness that permeates her. Every last bit of her old self-worth feels as if it's been ground out of her, squeezed by her death, by Third Impact, and now by Misato, until she's been left flailing and trying to grasp onto something - anything - that will let her keep her head above water. She has a new purpose now, so at least there's that. There are new people around her. Some of them are even decent, but she tries not to let on that she likes some of them.
Of course, with Adra and Lavellan, it's almost impossible for her to keep that way. They're a constant presence at the back of her mind. Warm light and a familiar feeling of frustration and loss, respectively. The feelings she associates with them now and the emotions that creep in when she tries to pay attention to their buzzing, humming presence. She's adapted, too. She's found that she can tune out the voices if she wants, but that simply letting them fade into the background of her head is almost easier.
Asuka's not sure how she feels about that.
There's nothing for her to do yet and she feels antsy and on edge and if she sits too long, her mind is going to start crawling down into dark places and it'll take her with it. So she moves. She decides to train, because she's here to fight a war and if she has to fight, she's going to be ready. They have a gym and she's using it now, going through a routine. Running, acrobatics, exercises, and a barrage of punches and kicks that are aimed at the punching bag there. Her form is a bit sloppy, but there's real muscle memory to it - like a fighter who coming back after an injury. It's also a bit strange to see a five-foot nothing teenager going after said punching bag with the viciousness of a cornered animal, teeth gritted, breath hissing between her teeth, anger and frustration rolling out of her with every blow until she leaves herself panting and out of breath, still glaring at the punching bag as if it somehow personally offended her.
She spits out a few choice curse-words in German, but she welcomes the feeling of physical exhaustion that washes over her and radiates out through the hive link. Better than the alternative. ]
[OOC: Will potentially ad more prompts later; if you'd like to hit her somewhere else, just wildcard it. ]
WHERE: The Station
WHEN: Day: 048
SUMMARY: Asuka hasn't had a good time emotionally; she tries to distract herself by overworking.
WARNINGS: Potential mention of suicide, suicidal ideation, death.
[ Her conversations with Misato didn't go anywhere. Or at least they didn't go anywhere that would help Asuka resolve the teeming mass of uncomfortable hollowness that permeates her. Every last bit of her old self-worth feels as if it's been ground out of her, squeezed by her death, by Third Impact, and now by Misato, until she's been left flailing and trying to grasp onto something - anything - that will let her keep her head above water. She has a new purpose now, so at least there's that. There are new people around her. Some of them are even decent, but she tries not to let on that she likes some of them.
Of course, with Adra and Lavellan, it's almost impossible for her to keep that way. They're a constant presence at the back of her mind. Warm light and a familiar feeling of frustration and loss, respectively. The feelings she associates with them now and the emotions that creep in when she tries to pay attention to their buzzing, humming presence. She's adapted, too. She's found that she can tune out the voices if she wants, but that simply letting them fade into the background of her head is almost easier.
Asuka's not sure how she feels about that.
There's nothing for her to do yet and she feels antsy and on edge and if she sits too long, her mind is going to start crawling down into dark places and it'll take her with it. So she moves. She decides to train, because she's here to fight a war and if she has to fight, she's going to be ready. They have a gym and she's using it now, going through a routine. Running, acrobatics, exercises, and a barrage of punches and kicks that are aimed at the punching bag there. Her form is a bit sloppy, but there's real muscle memory to it - like a fighter who coming back after an injury. It's also a bit strange to see a five-foot nothing teenager going after said punching bag with the viciousness of a cornered animal, teeth gritted, breath hissing between her teeth, anger and frustration rolling out of her with every blow until she leaves herself panting and out of breath, still glaring at the punching bag as if it somehow personally offended her.
She spits out a few choice curse-words in German, but she welcomes the feeling of physical exhaustion that washes over her and radiates out through the hive link. Better than the alternative. ]
[OOC: Will potentially ad more prompts later; if you'd like to hit her somewhere else, just wildcard it. ]
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[ Amusement rolls through the link. ]
( When I'm not hitting things or arguing with Murphy. )
[ Or Lexa, but arguing with Murphy is almost a sport. His arguments with Lexa are more serious, weightier than his squabbles with Murphy can be. ]
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[ Someone she hasn't met, clearly. She asks, though, as if clarification will help somehow. ]
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[ At which point Bellamy provides a visual, in case there was any doubt. There's a flurry of memory, none clear until it settles on Murphy, filthy and pale and absolutely unexpected in the dark of a tunnel. ]
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[ She hasn't met everyone and doesn't really plan on going out of her way to do so. Even if she has a face to a name now. ]
( I knew Misato at home. She was my commander. For a while. )
[ There's something frustrated and hostile about the way she thinks that. ]
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[ Though the word commander feels strange to apply to Misato. Bellamy's mind dredges up Lexa in all her grounder finery instead, war paint and swords. Misato just doesn't fit. ]
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[ He doesn't get the full brunt of her death. Just pain and blindness in one eye and a determination to try and live and anger, so much anger. ]
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[ Not that Bellamy is necessarily looking to assign blame, just to understand how this might have played out between Misato and Asuka. ]
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[ Which is Asuka's interpretation, anyway. ]
( She cared more about Shinji. )
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( You aren't the only one here who's died. )
[ Angel thankfully comes to mind first, superseding everyone else. Bellamy misses her. ]
( I'm sorry that's what happened to you. )
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[ But it tugs at something in her that wants acknowledgement and reassurance that she matters. ]
( Thanks, though. )
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[ But Bellamy isn't sure his sympathy is any more welcome. ]
( You'll be safe here. No one in the Nest wants to let anyone die. )
[ There's a few less altruistic failsafes there. Bellamy assumes the built in incentives to keep each other alive will be an easier sell for Asuka than trying to convince her of people's good will. ]
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[ Or similar words, anyway. ]
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[ She's wary and hurt. She's going to take a while to trust again. ]
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