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[senjutsunade]

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A bitter smile twisted onto her lips as she raised her hands, looking at them with open disdain. They were meant to destroy. She forced them to heal, instead. So lost in her hubris, death came to her personally, reminding her of her limits. Now -- these hands were to face another test; one of protection. 

[systematicallycapricious]

[...]Kanji turned back to the scar-faced teen. "Hey, uh, I think we might've finally broken Minazuki.." Though the nature of his words should be grim, he had an amused grin on his face as he spoke, a joking tone lacing his voice.

The bluette detective and the teen with the bowlcut also glanced over, a wry smirk making its way onto the face of the former. "Perhaps the semantics of 'plush-doll warfare' are a bit too convoluted for even you to keep up with, Minazuki-san?" She queried.

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At his voice, the brunette's attention snapped-up, a pleasant smile chasing the surprise that had been there. "Oh, good afternoon Shirogane-san. And you must be... Sho-san, correct?" He turned his head to regard the man in question.

The redhead grinned wider in response and folded his arms across his chest, stopping a bit away from the bench in a wide-footed stance. "Yep. The one and only. Nice to finally catch ya in person, Mr. Akechi."

Akechi stared blankly at him for a moment before softly clearing his throat and turning back to his senior. "Am I supposed to laugh at that?"

Naoto, master at poker-faces, replied, "No, there's no need to humor him."

[favvnsongs]

my suffer-buddy children, whom i love

when she bows before him and vows to get her people back under control before it escalates into more war, he doesn’t look at her. he bites at the insides of his cheeks and fists his hands white knuckled on the arms of lexa’s throne. no. his throne. he is heda now.

it is skaikru’s fault that so many have died, their fault that lexa is little more than ash and memory in the minds of his people. he itches to rally his armies and wipe them from the earth. but he made a promise. he swore to it.

“see that it is done, clarke.”

she must see something in him, in that moment, because her mouth gapes like that of a fish thrown to land, her voice catches, cracks. he tells himself that it is just the sun streaming in from behind him that brings tears to well up in the corners of her eyes.

he doesn’t know what she sees. he doesn’t care.

he is so very tired.

[fhajad-084]

Musings 2

-Personal Log- -XX.XX.2558- It strikes me, from time to time, how isolated we’ve all been. From one another, since the augmentations. I think I’ve seen John… Two, three times in twenty some odd years. They don’t even know, I wager, my pseudonym. What I’ve done, the papers I’ve published. Sometimes I think it’s out of fear. They think back and feel that foreign sensation of terror that there but for the grace of G-d go they, that it could have just as easily been them in this chair and me standing proud. Uncharitable, of course, but no less true. It stings more than I thought it would, being stationed so near yet so far from at least three of my childhood compatriots. Perhaps I’ll be the one to take the first steps forward in arranging a little reunion. Or perhaps I should leave them be.  They've made their lives, what they're allowed to have of them, that is - and they've made them without me and the others in them. And it's hardly fair to them, really, that I word it the way I do. We've made our own lives as best we could, after all, and it's hardly their fault that we can't quite let go of what could have been. Ah decisions. It's too damn late to be thinking this way.  ... Of course it's either think or try to get acquainted other other parts of this ridiculously oversized ship. 

[fhajad-084]

Musings

Personal Log -XX.XX.2558-

Does it really -need- to be this big? 

I'm all for the mentality of bigger is better, but three and a half miles of starship is excessive, really. Three and a half long, a little over half a mile high, and half a mile wide on the other hand... 

I stand corrected, there's excessive and then there's the UNSC Infinity.

Her contributions to it, of course, are plain as day to anyone with eyes to see - anyone who's had the chance to look over her previous work and research notes that is. 

Color me startled - as far as I was aware, she died on Reach.

While I won't profess to be particularly emotionally attached to her after all these years, I had my moment of silence for Doctor Halsey after Reach's fall, the same as I did my former brothers and sisters. But seeing this vessel now, looking over her technical specifications... I find myself questioning whether or not the truth is half as clear as I'd believed it to be.

Between this and the ever-pervasive sense of deja vu I experience every time I see Admiral Osman, whose face I still cannot quite place, I find myself growing rather uneasy. 

More exploration tomorrow.