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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:
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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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[Well that's a new one. Maes had never thought about a spiritual world merging with a human world. He feels like he should ask a follow up question to that, but they're supposedly investigating THIS world. Maes decides it is best to keep one investigation going at a time...at least where entire worlds are concerned.]
Huh. Well that's interesting. I wonder why she changed your element...then again I've been wondering about a lot of her choices. I suppose I should just bite the bullet and actually ask her at some point. I just thought that with this plague, she might have more pressing concerns.
[Maes doesn't know nearly enough about alchemy to answer that, except to say.]
I...think there's more to it than just advanced chemistry. You'd have to talk to Roy or Edward about that. Oh, actually, you should talk to Roy. His specialty is Flame Alchemy after all. Though, as I mentioned, he can't really use it here.
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flame alchemy, though... )
Are they Amestrian Military as well?
( he's intrigued. he's never thought about fire as being conjurable by different means than bending and the old-fashioned methods of starting one, but. his kinship with the element is unmistakable, and he's already instantly, desperately curious. he's definitely going to find this guy and pick his brain. )
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[He doesn't wear the uniform either, so it's easy to forget that he has military credentials and rank. It's hard enough to wrap his mind around Roy (and even himself) being that high ranking now. He can't imagine Edward has increased much in rank.]
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I'll get in touch with your General, then. Has your group thought about setting up a command structure, or do you think the Circle's too disorganized for that?
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[He thinks back to Struxta and how Riza had led the relief effort and Roy had done some directing of his own in terms of getting people out of the hostel they'd been staying in.]
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( you wouldn't want someone with no medical experience setting themselves up as a doctor, after all. mako's already thinking of the logistics of it all. he's not really a good face-man, but he's great at the behind the scenes work. keeping everyone organized and on-track. he shakes his head at length. )
It doesn't matter. We can worry about that later.
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[He won't deny that there aren't some questionable choices.]
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I see. Is there anyone that seems to have been at the forefront of these ... crises that you think I should speak with?
( cast a wide net, and all that. )
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[He could mention Roy again, but if you want the organizational force that is constantly pulling disparate forces together...then it's her. And there isn't even hesitation in his answer.]
Actually, if you're really keen in getting things organized you're probably going to make her day.
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( u can bet he's going to write that name down for later. mako may not be a soldier, but he gets along with no-nonsense, military-minded people a lot better than he does civilians. )
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So, any other questions I can try and answer for you?