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[open] REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD
CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: DAY :001
SUMMARY: The Hyrypia away team returns to Station 72.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
((OOC Notes: This is the catch-all log for the return to Station 72. If you have any questions, please hit up the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: DAY :001
SUMMARY: The Hyrypia away team returns to Station 72.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
STATION 72
DAY :001HOMECOMING
THE STEALTH SHIPS JUMPS AWAY and leaves the brassy marble of Hyrypia, a dismantled war, and a tentatively reunited people behind it. The jump from the universe is nauseating - even with the symbiote's anchoring quality, bodies displace poorly -, but surely it's no competition over the shared relief to be done with that place. There could be happiness. There should be. But surely the quiet prone figures in the back of the ship are a morbid reminder of everything Hyrypia has cost.
This work isn't easy.
Luckily the burden won't be shouldered alone. The moment the stealth ships snaps into the space between spaces, an overwhelming sense of connectivity floods the symbiote mental link. Regardless of how many of your broodmates might remain, it's undeniable that the presence of other Hosts is somehow a relief. Involuntarily or otherwise, taut shoulders relax and anxious nerves smooth. It's fine. You made it. Welcome home.
The sense of comfort only solidifies as the ship penetrates the irregular hull of Station 72, as its engines power down and the landing platform whirs upward to corkscrew the ship back into its rightly place on the hangar deck. 'Tik, tik, tik' whirr the engines as they fade. With the flip of a switch, the boarding ramp's hydraulics kick on and the rear of the ship opens itself -- to waiting faces, likely.
"Thank you for joining us today on the HMS Squid," says Rhan, all smiles and cheer as she unbuckles her safety harness. "Don't forget to take your belongings from where you've stowed them and return your seats to their upright positions, et cetera et cetera."
She gives the assembled away team a last, well practiced wink. "Now unless you really haven't anything better to do, feel free to get the hell off my boat darlings."
((OOC Notes: This is the catch-all log for the return to Station 72. If you have any questions, please hit up the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
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[It's quiet. Not nearly as abrasive as the question. True to his word, he's holding a towel -- one about the size of a beach towel. It's not really a door, but he'd tacked one up over the alcove he'd been sleeping in, before the last mission. He figured it wouldn't hurt to offer.]
[The sight of a beat up, bruised up kid ... it turns something over in his chest. It isn't that he doubts Bakugo's capability. Not after the fight. But something in him is always going to ache when people are hurt.]
[He smothers it down, now, though. Buries it under a pile of fractured mental stars.]
Did you still want help?
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[ Towel. Whatever. Even as he points out this very-obvious fact, it lacks a certain degree of animosity. Bakugo's mind swells with a strange sort of patience for Shiro, like the roles are all reversed and by permitting Shiro to help him out like this, he's actually doing Shiro the favor. And he draws circles and patterns on the floor with his fingers, jostling with something internally that oozes across the floor -- that struggle between his independence and the connections he has with everyone. Surely, he can deign to let Shiro in. ]
You look like you caught hell worse than me, maybe I should be the one putting band-aids on you.
[ Which is his way of letting Shiro in. ]
-- there's this kid I know. He's kind of like you, in a way. His Quirk gets stronger when it's darker, and it sometimes overtakes him. I'm guessing what happens to you isn't a Quirk, but it sure as hell'd be a cool one if you could direct it better.
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[In return, he just sounds tired. Again. As usual. Nothing new there. He'll take what he can get from Bakugo -- if only because he reminds him so strongly of someone else, at times. The anger, the impulsive tendency. He's grateful for the permission. For the acceptance.]
[Honestly, being able to help someone does a lot to put his brain on the mend.]
I've had worse.
[Deadpan and honest, as he steps into the room, perching on the edge of a seat beside Bakugo -- offering to take the salve or cream or whatever it is he's putting on the bruises.]
Trying to control it is something I've been working on since I found out I had it. It's better than it was... but. [A shrug.] How does your friend handle it?
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[ to both points, actually. he doubts the station'll create doors, probably something about doors affording the psyche a physical manifestation of shutting oneself off from a thing that doesn't want to be shut off. as for shiro having worse, bakugo takes a moment to point at the scar across his nose. the one he'd called "cool", because it made shiro look like a real badass.
and that was before the lion. ]
I think he meditates. And he talks to some of our classmates about it. I guess it's easier to deal with if he's not alone with it, you know? It's such a strong Quirk, like mine. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't control mine.
[ it's a thought he's never considered, as he hands over the bandages he needs applied to the spots he can't reach]
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[A flicker of amusement, at the concept of it being anything like "badass" though.]
Sam helps. So did the others... [The faces flick through his mind, Clint, Bellamy, even the Darkling. They'd helped just by being there.] Pidge, too. But you probably knew that already.
[He takes the bandages, wordlessly, starting to apply them with careful fingers.]
For what it's worth, I'm glad you can. Did it make what you can do here easier on you?
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[ he's too independent, too full of brittle pride to consider leaning on another for any sort of support. in his own wake, he seeks out others. tries his best. he wishes he could be more like some of his classmates, as open and bright as they are. maybe then, things wouldn't be so difficult. maybe he wouldn't be so difficult.
even as shiro carefully begins to stick bandages to him, bakugo stiffens and hunches. it's weird. being helped by someone who's not a school nurse. or his parents. ]
What are you talking about -- what I can do here? All I've got is my Quirk and I've had that since I was in kindergarten.
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[He's not sure how to describe it without demonstrating. And without his broodmates here, it's almost impossible. There's Sam, or Pidge, but he doesn't want to alarm them. Or drag them away from something else just to prove a point.]
[His hands pause, as Bakugou stiffens. Waiting to see if he'll relax, or if Shiro should stop here. He opts to keep going. Just as carefully.]
You didn't wake up here with anything else?
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[ he really doesn't understand. he's told shiro his opinions on his broodmates -- they're liars and losers, all of them. joshua won some points, at least. the only ones he'd really thought MATTERED in the whole of the nest were fewer and further between. and one of them, the one he genuinely enjoyed, was gone. probably for good.
there's no chance he's relaxing, but he doesn't get any rougher, any more likely to snap. ]
Like what? A third eye? Nope.
[ as he sits, he slips his hands into his pockets and -- ]
What about weird pockets?
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[Which is fine. If Bakugou is that secure in himself, good. Shiro's just trying to hold onto scraps -- like trying to put together a mirror someone keeps breaking over and over again. First back in his world, now here. Every time someone leaves, every time he lets that anger take over.]
[It's good that's not a common scenario.]
Pretty sure we'd have all noticed more eyes, man. [He pauses, making sure the injury he's working on is covered.] What do you mean, weird pockets?