mk.02 (video)

[paraclete]

Who: Kaworu Nagisa, and anyone else.
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: In the laundry facilities of the Heron.
When: The evening of 2/13.

[When Kaworu's video feed flips on, it looks like it's got a slight vibration to it. If you look closely, you might be able to tell why: he's sitting on top of a washing machine. He looks pretty content with things right now; the washer must be a comfortable perch, and he a pleasant bird, or a kid on a particularly shitty carousel. He's wearing one of the provided utility jumpers, in beige. The color frankly looks terrible with his natural palette, but he's content with that, too.]

Hi. [With that alongside his smile, he's off to a great start!] I initially arrived on the Marsiva a few weeks ago. It was an unexpected thing, but I've been thinking it must have been for the best. But, while I've been here with this fleet, I've also been able to talk to some of you. It's nice. Now, though, I have some questions of my own. I hope you'll answer, and we can get to know each other. [God, but he's earnest, huh? He doesn't really seem like the type of person to feel shame or social anxiety. Or, really, any sort of anxiety at all. That's not exactly true, but his composure is the stuff of legends.]

So, I'd heard that Valentine's Day is almost upon us. I'd explain for those who are still unaware, but I'm really one of the uninitiated myself. The holiday was an observable part of several cultures in the world I came from, but I hadn't had any experience with it personally. What I do know about it is that it's a day intended to celebrate love. [If he was pleased before, he's outright glad right now, perking up even further.] I really like that. That's mostly what I wanted to ask about: I'd be happy if someone could tell me more about the day and what all it entails. Love, I think, is one of the most wonderful things to be celebrated, and from what I understand, an individual is also meant to revel in the person they love on this day. I want to know what's expected of me for the person who is closest to my heart.

But I understand that there are those of you who don't celebrate the holiday, or who have never even encountered it. In that case, I'd like to know about your customs, as well. I want to learn about other days dedicated to the pursuit of love, and the actions a person may take in order to ensure that their lover knows they are loved. What's your favorite way to convey your love? What's your favorite way to relish in the feeling? Will you tell me?

[He's got the face of a teenager, so maybe he's just hormone-addled or something like that, but with his tepid voice and the calm of his eyes, it could be... that he's really... really serious about all this. Maybe a little too serious. Finally, he says,] Thanks for your time. [He means that just as much.]


[And, Heron, he's playing hooky from the Vanquish again. If you find him sitting atop the little washing machine, please don't be too angry at him for hogging it; he's doing laundry for two. At any rate, he's still treating the Heron like it's his home away from home. You've probably seen him around a little too much. He doesn't crowd the Heron's bunks, at least — he can never be found sleeping. He's just ever-present.]

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[astrobleme]

[When Shinji appears in the doorway, he looks more than a little disheveled. He has an extra blanket draped over his head and his shoulders like a monk's habit. There are dark, oily circles under his eyes, too, even though he's been getting more sleep than usual. He woke up not all that long ago, in fact. He didn't even panic after waking up alone, which must be progress for him. Some definition of progress. It gave him a chance to check the network and think about stuff.]

Kaworu-kun...

[His mouth feels so dry, like he's been chewing on sand. Ugh.]

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Shinji-kun, hi. [Kaworu's been sitting atop the washer with his hands in his lap, loosely clutching the communicator, but at Shinji's arrival, some inherent branch of something like chivalry makes him slide down from the machine so that he's standing. One gets the impression that he'd remove his hat if he were wearing one. His hands are empty now — he'd set the communicator atop the washer when he moved to stand — and he slips them into the pockets of his jumper, fingers curling with the pleasure of seeing Ikari Shinji at all.] Have you been awake for long? I had meant to come back to your bunk soon, but I'm glad you were able to find me.

[He pauses. Something a little bitter but very vital: he's been learning from Shikinami. Observing her interactions with Shinji leaves Kaworu feeling dehydrated, as if such a thing were possible for an Angel, but he's beginning to understand the importance of certain things, such as...] Have you had anything to drink or eat yet?

[astrobleme]

Mmm, not for long... [This isn't even close to where Shinji imagined it would happen. A laundry room is the least special place of all places to be. He looks around at the machines, the shelves, the boxes with their foreign labels. It's metallic and claustrophobic and smells of too many chemicals. If they're going to talk, they should be doing it under an open sky with plenty of stars. Of course, they're surrounded by stars, drifting through them, so maybe it isn't all that disappointing.

He's overthinking this already. He's getting too anxious.]

I was on my way to the kitchen, but... [Deep breaths, Ikari.] I wanted to ask you something first.

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Oh? I see. [With his usual easy atmosphere, Kaworu leans back against the edge of the washing machine and crosses his legs at the ankles. It's a welcoming posture: he's saying, ask me anything.

He misses the piano bench. He could sit there, totally open, and look up at Shinji. That's what's most comfortable of all. Shinji is something to be revered, to be admired as humans do the heavens. So many cultures have believed that their gods lay in the skies. It seems natural; something so important is on a completely different plane.

Still, Kaworu's face is placid and sweet.]

Whatever it is, I'll do my best to answer.

[astrobleme]

["I'll do my best to answer." Really? Is that the honest-to-god truth? Shinji is kind of expecting another vague, unhelpful answer, which is why he isn't as terrified as he could be. His gaze returns to the middle distance, located somewhere around Kaworu's knees. He slowly walks over to Kaworu, not shuffling quite as much as before. He can actually feel his feet right now. This is an improvement, or it should be.

Only when they're closer together, much closer, does he stop and look up at Kaworu. They're almost the same height, but enough slouching on Shinji's part makes for a difference. He takes a moment to breathe, to lick his chapped lips, to have one final debate with himself over this.]

Why...

[Deep breaths, Ikari.]

Why won't you say it to my face?

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[interstices]

[Back on her own ship, for once, stewing in the bathroom as she washes her face in the mirror, only three words come to mind as possible responses for Nagisa's ludicrous, fury-inducing post.]

[Nope. Nope. And nope.]

[She doesn't even bother washing her face off, much less toweling, before responding, so he's ending up seeing Asuka in an arguably natural state, soap suds all over her cheeks and around her mouth, making her look a bit rabid. The eyepatch is still on.]

What's expected of you?

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Hi. How are things on your ship? [Either he's genuinely interested in her crew's well-being, or he's being passive aggressive. One is about as likely as the next, so it's up to Shikinami to decide. But he does look pleased with himself, so...]

Don't you agree that loving a person comes with a certain amount of responsibility? I do have a person I love. [God, he says it like he's not the most obvious fucking person in the galaxy. At this point, it's some weird sort of open secret, it seems. He hasn't been frank about it at all.]

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Fine. You don't know how your crew's doing, do you? You don't even care.

[Asuka scrubs the soap off her face with a towel, if belatedly. Her sour expression hasn't shifted an iota. This isn't mature and it isn't sensible, but his very presence is the best outlet for her aggression she's found. Particularly when it's so well-deserved.]

You've overstepped your responsibility a long time ago.

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[On a breeze, Kaworu pretty much confirms it: ] They were doing just fine before I came here. [Even if they weren't... Yes, that would be sad, but there are more important things to tend to.

Still, as airy as Kaworu wants to be, Shikinami's really good at stinging.]

I don't believe you understand the breadth of my responsibility, Shikinami-san. I'm sure you have your own necessities to think about.

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You're taking over my responsibility.

[Throwing the gauntlet never felt so dissatisfying. This isn't like Eva piloting, where, despite her utter lack of depth perception, she'd always torn in guns blazing, stomping past every odd that came her way. No matter what she does here, Asuka's at a desperate disadvantage.]

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[pneumo]

I know of Valentine's Day. [ But heck if he's ever celebrated it with someone close to him. Sascha doesn't have anyone like that in his life, and if he did they're long dead by now. ]

Never celebrated it... I'd really like to though♥

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I'm the same. [And if his expression is anything to go by, this similarity may as well make them kindred spirits.]

[pneumo]

[ Sascha would love one of those. Anyone who doesn't immediately threaten him to behave or else is A-OK in his book. ]

Is that why you're asking? You've got a special someone~?

[paraclete]

Well, there is someone I think is special. But, don't you like love?

[pneumo]

It's not that I don't like it! [ Sascha waves his hands at the camera quickly as if that will appropriately stress his point. ] I've just never had it, that's all.

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[tobeajedi]

[Oh hey, it's this guy again. It's not hard to figure out he's on board, what with the giant glowing sense of LIGHT he carries around with him.

Vima checks out the ping from her comm to see his message, but there's no point answering there when he's in their laundry room.]

You're a nosy bird, aren't you?

[not that she disapproves.]

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A bird?

[Not much for idioms, this one. Kaworu looks slightly puzzled and definitely featherless. His hands are folded between his knees, and there's a bit of a bounce in his voice thanks to the vibrations of the washer when he says,] I'm not a bird... I'm Kaworu.

[tobeajedi]

It's just an expression.

[Not a bird... not a Human either? It's hard to say.]

So what exactly is a Kaworu?

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[Something close to understanding spreads across Kaworu's face. He doesn't really "get" the expression, but now that he knows she wasn't being literal, things make a little more sense.] I see.

Well, Kaworu is me. I am Kaworu. However, an individual is more than his name. [Even if it comes with a hell of a lot of baggage. The name Kaworu is very special to him; he adopted it with special purpose in mind, but it became such an important part of him.]

If you're asking what I am... I'm the thirteenth Angel.

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[geonomy]

[Huh.]

Is that why you're gone so much?

[Because YEP. THAT'S BEEN AN ISSUE. Although he doesn't sound mad about it, more like he just got a question answered is all.]

[paraclete]

[CAUGHT IN THE ACT. Unfortunately, Kaworu doesn't care enough to feel guilty about it. He trusts in the crew of the Vanquish to take care of themselves... And even if they can't, well, that's just natural selection. It happens.

But his pleasantries are genuine — just shameless, is all.]

I'm gone so much because I'm tending to my friend.

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[electrostatics]

What kind of love do you mean? There's all kinds.

Or are you looking for dating advice? [ Which is also a possibility... ]

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I think that every type of love is worthy of celebration. If you have any customs to explore that, I'd be glad to hear about them.

[electrostatics]

At least you're open-minded about it.

We don't really have much in the way of unique customs, though - I mean, as far as holidays go. [ He doesn't really pay attention to that kind of thing. ]

But on Valentines' Day, you're supposed to spend a lot of time with your lover. Take them out on a romantic date, buy them gifts, things like that. Apparently teddy bears and chocolate are popular choices. [ Especially chocolate. ]

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I see... [As he considers Elecman's words, Kaworu gives a thoughtful hum. He may well be tapping his chin, unseen. Finally, he says,] It's not that I have a lover... Can I do something for someone anyway?