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acatalepsy_logs2018-09-09 10:53 am
resistivity) wrote in acatalepsy_logs2018-09-09 10:53 am
need the sun to break
Who: mako, ota otherwise! please bring me your babies c:
Where: various places
When: throughout the sickness event, the last prompt can cover any time period in it as mako won't progress past the first stage.
Rating pg for now! will update if it changes. some mention of a lightning-based injury tho!
What: settling in and maybe trying to mother-hen other sick people who need it. please toss me a pm or hmu on discord (violynnist#8733!) if you would like something custom for you, or to try another situation/scenario also! This was my intro post on the CR meme as well if that's easier to poke at c:
๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐;
๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐;
( he's no stranger to the fey and fantastic. being friends with the avatar has meant years of encountering things that might have otherwise been beyond belief. he has a healthy threshold of tolerance for the scope and scale of strange than most people would probably expect of a no-nonsense cop.
his first thought is spirit wilds. even astoria herself sort of seems like one, though she looks human (he's heard stories of koh) and the misty phantasms that roam the temple grounds certainly don't disabuse that notion. mako is. quiet. taking it all in, listening, learning. he jots down notes, which is difficult to do when one arm is an out-of-commission ruin, strapped into a sling that pinions it to his body. he sort of rests the notepad in the hollow of his wrist, over the fabric of the sling and scribbles everything in police short-hand.
thrown into a new situation? doesn't know anyone or anything beyond astoria's welcoming spiel? time to wander the grounds of the temple. when he runs into other people, he'll approach them politely and introduce himself, )
I know it probably doesn't matter here, but I'm a Detective with the Republic City Police back home. My name's Mako. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right?
( he gestures with his notepad, obviously intending on writing things down. feel free to talk with him, refuse a statement, agree but only off the record, etc. he's a mostly-amicable (if. sometimes humorless) guy! )
๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐;
( he can't feel the sun. it's there, visible, a low-hanging presence on the cusp of dawn. it's a slightly different color than the one he's used to, and he can feel its rays on his skin, but there's. nothing. no energy, no... deep, abiding warmth that sinks down into the bones and drags the life and breath of fire to life through the conduit of his physical body.
it lends further credence to the thought he must be in the spirit world, or something very like it. he finds his way to the fighting ring and, still with his left arm in its sling, he tries a few right-handed jabs at one of the training dummies. nothing. nothing. he's stayed calm through everything else, being recruited — kidnapped, essentially — to someone else's fight, the whole thing. but this? it reminds him too much of amon.
out of frustration, he kicks at the air, the sort of slicing motion that would have swept fire away from him in an arc. and.
to his complete and utter surprise, a column of rock juts up out of the earth and launches the dummy several yards away. mako, instinctively, turns to look for bolin or korra or even beifong, the earthbenders whose company he spends the most time in, but. he's alone.
except, perhaps, for your character. mako looks a little sheepish at having been caught unawares — he's usually a little harder to sneak up on, so he's rubbing the back of his neck as he asks, )
Did you do that?
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( he hates getting sick. firebenders are pretty hardy, all things considered. they tend to run hot. mako isn't used to feeling ill, it's only happened a couple times in memory, and. his default state is ignore all physical discomfort. he doesn't seem to be badly off, either, given what everyone else is going through.
so. a case of the sniffles. he sucks it up. pitches in around the kitchens, makes himself available to anyone who seems to be suffering. he even tries to go out into the forest of the fey to see if there is anything out there, some plant or herb that can be used as a remedy.
if your character needs some looking after during the event, mako's your guy. he will dutifully help total strangers, tuck people in, carry them off to a bed and help them through the loss of their senses should it come to that! let him big-brother you. it's the squishiest you'll ever see him. )
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Anyway, that introspection is so beautiful and i hate that Bolin is going to ruin it by reading Mako's question completely wrong. He was implying before that Mako and Korra were probably going to be ... inappropriate for nickelodeon if they were to get back together again, and naturally, with the topic now shifted to that of their parents, he's going to assume they're talking about the same thing. ]
Mako ... [ His face scrunches up, and he looks very off put by what he's thinking. ] I don't really want to think about my Mom and Dad in this context.
[ Keep this thread rated PG!! ]
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( JUST. WHY WOULD YOU. WHY. )
I meant being in love, you idiot!
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Still, being the kind of guy who heavily idealizes romance and family, he has thought about this in the past, made up some stories about the wonderful love their parents had to have had. ]
I think they must've just been made for each other. That's why it worked. I'll admit that I don't remember much about them, but I feel like they were always smiling ...
[ Or maybe he made this up too. He likes to think it's the truth, at least. ]
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made for each other. mako's not romantic in that way, he's too practical by far to come at love and affection from anything approaching idealism, but. they're dead. they can't exactly contradict whatever they decide. and if they want to think of their parents as being soulmates, what does it hurt?
soft, )
They were. And they doted on you. Dad was always happiest when he was holding you. He used to... when he cooked, he had you on his hip a lot. And you used to play with mom's hair, she'd put it in a braid before bed.
( her hair was so long, although mako's not sure if that's just his childish perception or the actual reality of it all. but he definitely remembers bolin giggling to himself while grabbing fistfuls of it, and his mother... she never got mad at it, even when it must've hurt, she'd just coo at him playfully and tickle him until he let go. )
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... You never told me any of this, Mako.
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I know. I'm sorry.
( he looks down at his left arm tucked into the sling, wrapped up in bandages. bolin doesn't know what happened, so... different timeline, he guesses. he's from earlier. mako's talked to enough people that he knows it's possible now. but he's dressed in the uniform from kuvira's army, so they can't be that far apart, just. far enough. still, as much as he's trying to be open and honest, he can't bring himself to say, i almost died.
and he's realizing that if he had... if bolin hadn't dragged him out of the mech before it exploded, that bolin would be all alone in the world. and he wouldn't have anyone left who could tell him these things. mako's had plenty of near-death experiences, so much so it's normalized. but this is the first time he's taken serious injury that can't just be healed away. he's probably going to have to wake up every morning for the rest of his life in pain. that brings it home in a way he's never had to worry about before. makes it real.
bolin could have been left alone.
and he'd. be all right. of course he would. not like if mako lost him, he'd absolutely lose it and never recover, but. bo's hardier than he is in that way, he'd survive. but the little things that mako could have told him and never did, those would be gone forever. )
I guess it just... it's still hard to talk about them sometimes. But you still deserve to know.