http://is-the-ultimate.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] is-the-ultimate.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-01-09 12:40 pm

Still Alone [Open]

If there was one thing Shadow hated to admit? It was being hurt. Not physically, mind you; emotionally. He was the bad ass, the guy who would never tell you how he was feeling even if you tortured him right there.

If he was willing, he'd tell you the reason why he was hurt - his rejection from Rogue Squadron just for being "too short". Sure, it was probably a childish thing to feel, but at the same time, he felt justified. At a time where you're one of the last people left in the multiverse, why hold back?

Every time he thought of the incident, it made his blood boil. Part of him, Stacy willing, wanted him to find one of those precious "X-Wings" and ram it into that stupid office.

"Maybe I do deserve to be an "Outsider"." Shadow muttered from a perch up on a rooftop. "Because I sure as hell isn't going to be any help elsewhere..."

[identity profile] polite-riceball.livejournal.com 2010-01-09 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, you could say that she was a bit lost. Roaming around “The City” was becoming part of her adventure aboard Stacy. She wanted to know where everything was and how to get there without having to burden anyone with directions. It was similar to the time when Tohru had just started working her part time job. She never spent too much time in her own city, so she walked around for a little while, getting just a little bit lost, but she managed to find her way to the building she worked at. Of course, this time there was a large difference. There was no building to look for, just the memorization of the streets and walkways. Stopping a moment, she looked around with curious look, and bit confused too hoping there would be some sort of sign to tell her where to go next, but her search of the sign was fruitless but the outline of another person, not too far away, caught her attention. I hope I’m not bothering him… she thought to herself as she approached the person…or what she thought was a person.

Eyes falling down on the black hedgehog, or something like that, she blinked a few times hearing only a little bit of what he muttered to himself as she had approached him. Something along the lines of “I”, “deserve” and “Outsider”, her eyes softened on the creature, and she said, without really thinking of the situation, “N-No one deserves to be an outside, sir-san.” Then after a moment, she blinked, and then covered her mouth with her hand. “Eh…I’m sorry! I don’t mean to disturb you or anything!” Panic quickly set in and her frantic nature obvious. “Ehnmm…eh…I’m Tohru Honda, pleased to meet you!” she introduced herself to the stranger. Technically, she wasn’t a stranger to him anymore.

[identity profile] polite-riceball.livejournal.com 2010-01-09 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
This was good! Now they weren’t strangers anymore! “Pleased to meet you Shadow-sama.” She was honored to meet him. She’d never met a talking Hedgehog…but then again she never met a lot of the people that weren’t on the ship. Anything was possible, she supposed. Smiling gently, she then said “You’re an onigiri too then?” She chuckled at her own memory and question. Onigiri, or riceball, was what she found herself to be. When she was in grade school, she played a game with her calls mates called “Fruits Basket”. Every child had the name of a fruit and the person that was “it” would call out each name of the fruit and so on and so forth. So, while getting their fruit names, Tohru was called the “onigiri”. When she was a child, she thought nothing of it. As she grew older, she began to understand that she was the “outsider”. How can an onigiri fit in with a fruits basket?

As time passed and she met the Souma family, she began to understand that she was even more of an outsider. She kept trying to protect them, and then she would do something that she didn’t quite understand and that was because she was an outsider. They always called her the “outsider” because, obviously, she was and she didn’t understand their problems and their pain. Even though she did her best where she could, she would never be included with their family. Chuckling lightly, she gave a warmer smile to the shadow hedgehog and nodded her head lightly “I’m the Onigiri, too.” She admitted. “In my world, I was viewed as the outside a lot. It was okay though. I was still accepted by my friends and the Souma family.” Her words were gentle and understanding. She didn’t want to be rude and ask him why he felt that way, but she wanted to help the poor thing.

“I-I’m sorry.” She apologized quickly, “I don’t mean to be rude. Can I ask, and I don’t mean to pry, but why do you feel that way?” she asked him curiously as she got a tinge of pink embarrassment on her cheeks. “I don’t believe our situations are the same, but I know the feelings of being left out are always similar.” Of course, she could be wrong, which was probably the case to begin with.

[identity profile] polite-riceball.livejournal.com 2010-01-10 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Listening to what the hedgehog had to say, carefully pulling out details and forming what she was going to say next. She nodded steadily a few times, just smiling gentle down at the once fears, or still feared and she was just extremely foolish, hedgehog. She never heard of such a thing as an “Ultimate Lifeform”. Then again, they were from very different worlds so she didn’t know much. “You know…” she began, “my mom…my mom was in a gang when she was my age. She was feared and called the “Red Butterfly” because when she would drive on her motorcycle the tail lights would look like a red butterfly. People thought that she was a bad person. Though, she really wasn’t.” She paused, “She was sort of like you in that sense that people were scared of her. Though, she changed because of my father. He reminded her that there were people in the world willing to understand her. I can’t say for my own instance that I was born to save people, but we all have our own purpose.” She then chuckled softly, “I’m sorry. My point is that everyone has good inside them. It’s hard to see and sometimes we’re scared of something that’s so good that we forget about things.”

Tohru blinked a bit, she never heard of this rogue squadron. Of course, she wasn’t here all too long so they could have been around longer than she knew and she was just ignorant to that fact. She took sympathy on the hedgehog. She knew that, after he told her he was created to help people and save them she smiled and said “Well…” she thought briefly again before she phrased her idea hoping it wouldn’t be insulting, “Perhaps you should so things in your own way.” She phrased the idea in a strange way; she then blinked and said “You shouldn’t let them hold you back from doing something that you were born to do. Like you said, you were born to help people.” She gave a soft smile.

Then she thought to herself, what was she brought to this ship to do? She wasn’t sure. Everyone here mostly had fighting skills or some sort of unremarkable power. “It sort of makes me wonder.” The brown said aloud, expressing her thoughts without really knowing it. “I wonder what I was brought here to do.” She wondered and curiosity usually got the better of her and this was probably one of those instances. Humming a moment as she thought and just let a polite sigh through her nostrils and then smiled again “Whatever you do, Shadow-san, I think you’ll do wonderful at it!” She didn’t even know anything about this hedgehog, though she gave him her support. “If you need help getting there, I’ll do my best to help you.” She promised.

That was one thing that she was really good at. She was good at helping people. She was also good at cooking and cleaning, but those were just some minor things that she knew how to do. Though she was happy to be able to do even something small to help a greater cause, she supposed that might be why she was brought to Stacy but, perhaps, Stacy just took pity on her. “I’m sorry about the Rogue Squadron though.” She truly was.

[identity profile] polite-riceball.livejournal.com 2010-01-13 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
That was something he didn’t have to tell her. She knew that she had a place; she just didn’t find it quite yet. She was still feeling her way about the ships mysterious rooms and places. She was still trying to wrap her head around how everyone got to this place, she knew something with Stacy and all that stuff, but she still didn’t understand why she was chosen. There were so many different people that could fight or geniuses that could do math and engineering and she could not. Why her? “I know that.” She chuckled, “I just don’t know why I was brought here. There were so many better choices then me. I’m happy though to have been lucky enough to be chosen by Stacy, it just makes me wonder why I was really brought here in the first place.” The brunette chuckled softly and smiled “If there’s a kitchen…perhaps I’ll cook for everyone. It may be something small, but I think it could help a lot.”

Tohru knew that some people became comfortable in a new place with the type of food that was there. If there was something good and familiar to them, they would feel a bit more comfortable. It helped with Kisa when she was staying at Shigure’s house. Her mother told Tohru how she liked her meals and what she liked to eat, so Tohru made them for her so she would become more comfortable around Tohru and maybe get her to talk again. She felt bad for the little girl. Then the thought came to her mind. Did she and Hiro survive? They were only in middle school! They couldn’t be gone! How…how awful and cruel that would be! They had a bright future ahead of them. Tohru understood if she had been killed, and they had lived, she would have been happy. She lived eighteen years of life, and they were good years! She wouldn’t complain. When that thought buzzed into her mind and steadily moved to the constant worrying back of her mind, she turned to Shadow again and listened to what he had to say.

“Well…” she began, “…that’s a bit of a sad thought.” She was honest. Tohru was almost, always honest. There were times where she kept the truth hidden or away from the eyes of the others, but those times were always rare. “I don’t think that you should give up on doing something you want. Perhaps, try another way. There has to be some sort of other…fighting group on the ship that you would do a thousand times better for!” There had to be. The ship was big enough, and obviously they would be fighting some sort of strange enemies along their travels.
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[personal profile] on_errantry 2010-01-09 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Others on the ship might feel uncomfortable in the deserted City. It had certinal given Rhiow pause at first - she was used to Manhattan, after all, a city crawling with people even at the small hours of the morning. But she was more at home here than anywhere else on the ship, and here was the best place to practice her wizardry.

Finding new ways around the City without her airwalking spell was a unique challenge that Rhiow had set herself. Only this time, when she gained the rooftop from a decorative ledge of the building nextdoor, someone was already there. And it was someone who looked like they were in a particularly rotten mood.

Rhiow settled herself a polite distance away. "Hunt's Luck," she said cautiously. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
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[personal profile] on_errantry 2010-01-10 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Rhiow 'ahhed' softly, coming closer until she could look at Shadow in the eye - although she didn't do so. To look straight at someone when they were having an undignified or embarrassed moment would be simply beyond rude. "Sometimes it's cathartic to scrap a little and get it out of your system."
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[personal profile] on_errantry 2010-01-10 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Her ear twitched slightly, remembering some of her less than charitable moments and some of the violence that followed. The fact that he was trying to contain himself was one point in his favor as far as Rhiow was concerned. "Probably a good decision. We're all stuck here together - if we start taking our frustrations out on each other, this ship could get very small, very fast." She looked up at him now instead of avoiding his gaze. "I'm Rhiow."
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[personal profile] on_errantry 2010-01-10 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, I'm one of the new ones," Rhiow said good-naturedly, as if she was used to that label already. "I just podpopped about a week ago. I'm still finding my way around, getting to know everyone."
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[identity profile] demon-alessa.livejournal.com 2010-01-10 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
"There is nothing wrong or right about Outsiders," came an all too familiar voice, and Shadow would be greeted, once again, by Alessa. She looked a little different this time though: her hair was unkempt, her blouse bloodstained, and her arm seemed to have suffered a rather bad burn. "Outsiders are simply that. They are strong when they need to be, and indifferent the next. That is their nature."

She certainly saw Shadow as an Outsider, but it was clear she didn't see something like that in a negative light.

"You look unhappy. What has occurred?"

[identity profile] demon-alessa.livejournal.com 2010-01-10 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Alessa listened to the hedgehog a moment, then closed her eyes, remembering what she'd heard about Rogue Squadron earlier.

"They turned you away possibly because your height would put you at a tactical disadvantage to the formations they had in mind. It is possible it was simply not logical to have you on that team. If that is the case, that is that. In my opinion, sticking you in some ship would be stifling your abilities anyway. And no one would get to see your face. I prefer the face of an Outsider to that of a faceless pilot any day."

She's saying a bit more that seems to be directed at Shadow, but of course with Alessa you can never be too sure.

She dusted off her hands. "I'm surprised you've made no mention of my current state. Most might have asked what I've been up to."

[identity profile] demon-alessa.livejournal.com 2010-01-10 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
"While you are under the eyes of a Squadron, it is highly unlikely that would happen," Alessa replied. "A Squadron must move as a unit: independently at times, but always with the intention of staying within the confines of certain rules. Your nature indicates you would not be comfortable in that manner if fighting, and the North Pole altercation is proof. Outsiders do not ask permission, nor do they obey rules. Their very presence is the bending of those rules."

Alessa drummed her good hand on her burned arm, seemingly examining the crispiness. "It is far from Silent Hill, but I'm starting, yes. It's too unstable a situation to push all my energy into that now, so you might say its acting as my fort. It takes awhile to get it started."

[identity profile] demon-alessa.livejournal.com 2010-01-10 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Never underestimate your abilities," Alessa said, although there was a definite hint of emotion in the next thing that she said. "They're what makes someone like you unique."

Alessa shook her head. "It isn't that. Normally, I'd have finished Silent Hill in a few days, and then 'slept' to recharge. I had to make this version because of the comings of the Nightmare King. I will need to be at full strength when I engage him. So this injury is nothing if I am not prepared."

Though she wouldn't admit it, she was a bit pleased he showed any concern at all.

[identity profile] demon-alessa.livejournal.com 2010-01-11 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"If I didn't think he was strong, I wouldn't bother trying to recreate Silent Hill to fight him," Alessa replied. "I don't trifle when it comes to a thing calling itself a god. From the beginning it has been in my nature to fight their kind. What is more, he is infringing in this place, and is attempting to take over the ship. I will not allow that."

She looked over at him. "This kind of attack will be a mental one. If you think you can break it, then you do not have to worry. But if there are things you fear, you should prepare yourself. He will strike at your subconscious. I have felt him...
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"If I didn't think he was strong, I wouldn't bother trying to recreate Silent Hill to fight him," Alessa replied. "I don't trifle when it comes to a thing calling itself a god. From the beginning it has been in my nature to fight their kind. What is more, he is infringing in this place, and is attempting to take over the ship. I will not allow that."

She looked over at him. "This kind of attack will be a mental one. If you think you can break it, then you do not have to worry. But if there are things you fear, you should prepare yourself. He will strike at your subconscious. I have felt him...<i<creeping.</i>"