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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:
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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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( being a cop isn't easy. everyone pretty much hates or fears you, even when you're there to help them. and you have to deal with endless potshots at your job, your worth, your integrity. it's all worth it at the end, though, if he can help even just one person. that's enough for him.
mako gestures for minato to sit at the table. nothing left to be done in the kitchen for the time being except let the pot simmer, and that doesn't need them. )
I think it's worth it, though, if it stops a crime.
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Silently, he walks over to the table, sliding the chair out and sits at the very edge of it so that he can stretch his legs out before him. He isn't really sure what to say to that... "Thank you"? "Good job"?
... ]
Do you like your job?
i keep wanting to make a joke about establishing social links
Yeah. I do.
( he always wanted to do something his parents could be proud of. serving republic city... there's no higher calling than that, except maybe helping the avatar to save the world. he's balanced both. )
What about you? Still in school, right?
( that is a thing that... normal... children do...? )
just give in and let it out
Mm... yeah. But I'm pretty much done with it.
[ He's got a year left, considering he's only in his second year of high school, but he's pretty much done. You know. With life. ]
School was a pain, but I didn't hate it. Was it like that for you?
honestly i'm just going to say mako's the emperor and have done with it all tbh
mako sort of glances awkwardly towards the simmering pot on the stove, because. he had a year or two of formal schooling, but once his parents died and he and bo were out on teh streets it wasn't exactly a priority to him. he would go to the library with bolin sometimes, to sit in a corner and read and warm up, especially in the bitter winters of republic city, but that was as close as he got to education. he just doesn't want to say that to a teenager. as a detective, it's ... sort of his responsibility to tell kids to be good, stay in school, and all the rest. )
I never had a problem with it. It's a good way to learn.
he does fit emperor very well
[ It's not something he can really dispute, it being a good way to learn, but maybe he won't tell Mako that he spends more than half his class periods with his head on his desk, fast asleep without so much as a propped up textbook to hide the fact. ]
There's learning by doing, too, though. And things you can only learn by doing. Maybe I'll take this break from school to learn to cook.
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It's pretty easy once you get down to it. Mostly, you have to know how heat affects different ingredients, and what flavors go together. That sort of thing. I don't mind showing you how, though most of what I make is... uh. A little on the hot side. So if you can't handle spice, speak up now.
( his brother likes to accuse him of trying to melt steel, whoops. )
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[ maybe he should have paid attention to what Mako was making, instead of watching the side of his head.
He shakes his head, though. ] I think I should be fine. If it gets rid of this stuffy nose, I'll be glad for it.
[ Even if his mouth is burning in the meantime, it's fine, it's fine. He'll pick up on that tip too, using spice to help cover up the fact that he has no idea what flavors go together, and sometimes things get charred if he turns on the stove and walks away. ]
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( by... his standards... which are still, unarguably, extremely hot. it just shouldn't melt anyone's face off. korra and bolin complain entirely too much when he makes things that suit his preferences. )
You should rest, though. If you're sick.
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I'll rest at night. I get sick often enough to know I'll get better within three or four days anyways. I always do. I'm pretty healthy in that regard.
[ Not. in the getting sick a lot part, but the fact that sickness never has a hold on him for very long, not usually. ]
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but minato's probably the best judge of what seems to ail him, so mako just... leaves it be. )
Well, eat to keep your strength up, then, and rest when you can.
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Maybe he should pray to something more reliable like actual, real people who make him food, a mumble of itadakimasu under his breath as he looks to the stove, is it done yet...
They can have a nice meal and Minato can keep well hydrated by downing three cups of water to soothe his burning tongue and we can wrap up this thread ]
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broken by the occasional frantic gulps of water. whoops! sorry, minato... )