沖田総司 Okita Souji (
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Who: Okita and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Goldstone
When: October 6th and subsequent days
[Action: Oct. 6th]
[It hadn't been a particularly "heroic" way to go. Certainly, he'd done things as the final ships fled the surface that would warrant being called that, but a dying man could not ask for a seat to safety that could be used by the living. It was simply logical. By the time the last ship failed, he'd already run himself ragged and the demon in his chest was beating against its cage. He couldn't trap those people, already about to lose their home, with a man about to cough blood. So he'd given away his seat to a child and told them he'd find another way home.
Then he'd spent his last moments alive watching the comet come and the last ship flee. The shuttles disappearing through the clouds as the planet hummed in his ears, giving him a sense of peace even as the coughing and the blood racked him. The sight of the massive rock breaking the atmosphere, a blazing streak against the sky, pieces breaking off and slamming into the planet, had been so bright it was almost impossible to watch, but knowing that all of the shuttles had made it away was enough for him. This was a good death.
He only wished he'd been able to say goodbye to people first.
The impact then darkness, a flash of pain and panic, then? Nightmares. It wasn't what he expected from death. Faces he couldn't recognize floating in inky, icy blackness sitting on the edge of familiarity before slipping away again. Paralyzing isolation, screaming, fire that froze instead of burned and then--
Okita shot up in his bed on the Marsiva, hands clutching at his chest as his breath fogged against a medical ventilator. He barely had enough time to guess where he was before he felt reality bend and he was dumped into a hallway on the SS Goldstone, ventilator still strapped to his face, the tube detached from the machine and now trailing uselessly at his side. The jingle and the shower of confetti marked his arrival and then he collapsed in a heap as the fever overtook him.
Welcome...back..?]
[Voice: Later on the 6th]
[He's still so tired by moving around with a fever isn't unfamiliar to him at this point in his life. He bundles himself up the best he can and turns on the communicators, his voice rough and strained, but still managing to sound cheerful despite it all.]
I heard all of the natives made it safely off the planet? Thank you, everyone, for working so hard... I know it wasn't easy, but you saved them. Thank you.
[He takes a moment to catch his breath.]
I also have a confession to make that some of you may already know. It seems silly in comparison to everything that has happened...but I haven't been honest and I apologize. [What good is dying for these people if he can't even trust them with such basic information, right?]
For those who know me as Soujirou, you can continue calling me that if you wish, but my true name is Okita Souji.
[He pauses again because he's already reaching his physical limits, but he doesn't want to end on a downer note.]
So! Does anyone else have a confession to make? It can be silly or serious. It seemed like a good time to start anew.
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Goldstone
When: October 6th and subsequent days
[Action: Oct. 6th]
[It hadn't been a particularly "heroic" way to go. Certainly, he'd done things as the final ships fled the surface that would warrant being called that, but a dying man could not ask for a seat to safety that could be used by the living. It was simply logical. By the time the last ship failed, he'd already run himself ragged and the demon in his chest was beating against its cage. He couldn't trap those people, already about to lose their home, with a man about to cough blood. So he'd given away his seat to a child and told them he'd find another way home.
Then he'd spent his last moments alive watching the comet come and the last ship flee. The shuttles disappearing through the clouds as the planet hummed in his ears, giving him a sense of peace even as the coughing and the blood racked him. The sight of the massive rock breaking the atmosphere, a blazing streak against the sky, pieces breaking off and slamming into the planet, had been so bright it was almost impossible to watch, but knowing that all of the shuttles had made it away was enough for him. This was a good death.
He only wished he'd been able to say goodbye to people first.
The impact then darkness, a flash of pain and panic, then? Nightmares. It wasn't what he expected from death. Faces he couldn't recognize floating in inky, icy blackness sitting on the edge of familiarity before slipping away again. Paralyzing isolation, screaming, fire that froze instead of burned and then--
Okita shot up in his bed on the Marsiva, hands clutching at his chest as his breath fogged against a medical ventilator. He barely had enough time to guess where he was before he felt reality bend and he was dumped into a hallway on the SS Goldstone, ventilator still strapped to his face, the tube detached from the machine and now trailing uselessly at his side. The jingle and the shower of confetti marked his arrival and then he collapsed in a heap as the fever overtook him.
Welcome...back..?]
[Voice: Later on the 6th]
[He's still so tired by moving around with a fever isn't unfamiliar to him at this point in his life. He bundles himself up the best he can and turns on the communicators, his voice rough and strained, but still managing to sound cheerful despite it all.]
I heard all of the natives made it safely off the planet? Thank you, everyone, for working so hard... I know it wasn't easy, but you saved them. Thank you.
[He takes a moment to catch his breath.]
I also have a confession to make that some of you may already know. It seems silly in comparison to everything that has happened...but I haven't been honest and I apologize. [What good is dying for these people if he can't even trust them with such basic information, right?]
For those who know me as Soujirou, you can continue calling me that if you wish, but my true name is Okita Souji.
[He pauses again because he's already reaching his physical limits, but he doesn't want to end on a downer note.]
So! Does anyone else have a confession to make? It can be silly or serious. It seemed like a good time to start anew.
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You're slightly less dead than we were led to believe.
[He'll amble over, trying to decide if Okita needs actual healing or not. (Still doesn't care). ]
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The ventilator makes it hard to speak, so he fumbles with it for a second before pulling it off his face to hang around his neck.]
Surprise~?
[Oof, his voice is a lot more rough than he likes, but he has a feeling that clearing his throat will only make it worse.]
I'm slightly less dead than I expected to be, to be honest.
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You look like you smashed by a meteor, which is ironic, because from what I understand that's exactly what you let happen to your idiot ass.
[He should so be feeling the love right now. ]
You need healing or something?
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Tempest doesn't come across him after he first returns, oh no. Instead, she was preoccupied with another dumb jerkface who had to go and die that she didn't care about. She's back in her room and idly checking the network that she sees his broadcast.
She could just lock herself in her room and answer, but she's having one of Those Days, where it just feels more satisfying to not care at someone's face. So she gets up, stomps out of her room, and shoves the door to Okita's room open]
I do not know what to be mad about first.
[no hello, no "how are you feeling", nope]
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He gives her a wan smile by way of apology.]
Me missing our shopping trip?
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[she stays in the doorway for now, but her eyes narrow on his condition. Of course it couldn't be an easy revival, it never is. Everyone seemed to be in the same way, too.
Of course]
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I suppose... [He lets out a quiet huff of a laugh. What a thing to ask. They were both his name - one his given name, the other his chosen nickname after Hijikata... No, he can't think of him right now. It's hard enough just dealing with what he's already been through. At the very least, he can take comfort in knowing that Hijikata will never know he died.] Okita. It's the name I am most used to being called at home by adults.
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I will remember - although I might slip a bit at first!
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I'm -- I'm so glad to see you --
I thought you were...! I'm so sorry...!
[Relief makes way for the old familiar guilt he'd been feeling the last two weeks.
He was supposed to protect his crew. And he'd failed.]
action. he's so sorry takeshi
And so he very gently puts a hand on Takeshi's head and his arm around the boy. He needs comfort right now - just as Tetsu had one day.]
...I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean to make you worry, Takeshi-kun.
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You don't have to apologize! I'm the one who lost track of you!
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[She doesn't mention the change in name. She already knew the reasoning, though full context isn't something she can really grasp.]
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[He notes how easily she changes and he appreciates it. It's not an easy thing to admit.]
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Are you well?
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Souji...uh, Okita? Are you here? [Softer.] Are you a ghost?
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The voice from the other side of the door makes him laugh a little and he smiles faintly as he calls back.]
Yes. I've come back to haunt my favorite places.
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Which is a horrendous emotion on it's own, but he can't quite help himself.]
Why the change of heart?
[Look, he'll get around to the pleasantries and concern once he deals with the things that are really bothering him]
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Mmm....I just felt like it.
[He says like it wasn't some huge decision on his part involving deciding to learn how to trust his crew members and the people of the Fleet which was almost a year in the making.]
It was starting to feel strange being called by my childhood name when all of you are adults.
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Like... the Shinsengumi?
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Oh, do you know of them?
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What is a clone?
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I feel like I should have a confession. Um. My feet are super cold and I lie to people and tell them they're not so I can put my feet on them. Does that count?
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Mm, I liked it just fine, it just came with consequences I wasn't certain would happen here.
[And he laughs at her confession. Cold feet is certainly one thing to confess about.]
And I'll say that counts. It must be a shock to those you trick. [a beat] Welcome back, Wrath-san.
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