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driftfleet2017-10-06 01:33 pm
ahappylie) wrote in driftfleet2017-10-06 01:33 pm
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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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I woke him from his nap with my broadcast. He's been sleeping with me since I returned.
[The pig does indeed look sleepy, but he's also watching Okita like a hawk.]
I'm sure I'll be fine now that I've had time to rest.
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You won't let him overdo things, will you, Saizou?
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I~ think that is your answer.
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[ Maglor smiles to see it ]
I am glad the two of you have each other.
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...Yes. I'm glad, too.
[It's not the same as seeing his friends, Hijikata in particular, but it's something. Having Saizou here makes the ache a little less painful, the nights a little less terribly alone.]
Thank you, Maglor-san.
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Well, if either of you are hungry, Fingon has gone slightly crazy in the kitchen, and there are muffins aplenty!
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[Saizou is suddenly snout-first into the camera, snuffling.]
Ah, I think he would like some then.
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[ Maglor laughs brightly ]
I think he very much does. Alright - I will bring a batch over. I would ask if you have a preference for flavour, but really our choices are all "alien fruit of some sort"
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[The muffins are not immediately in Saizou's mouth and now the pig is grumpy again, snorting loud enough that Okita's voice is hard to hear.]
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[ Maglor laughs ]
Alright, Saizou, alright! I'll come right away. To your ship, Okita?
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If I'm sleeping, just slip one to Saizou and he'll calm down.
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Anymore than one and he'll probably get sick.
[Saizou whips around in protest, oinking furiously.]
Yes you will, don't be grumpy just because you want to eat everything at once. You'll have to wait until your next mealtime to have another.
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Someone doesn't believe you!
[ Maglor laughs ]
I'll bring around a selection and leave it to you to dole out accordingly.
[ And in a short while, he'll come by knocking ]
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So when Maglor knocks, he jumps and Saizou goes squealing off the bed, thumping to the floor.]
Ah...sorry...
[The piglet sits on the floor, oinking in protest until he catches a whiff of food. Then he turns his head toward the door and waits expectantly.]
Come in, Maglor-san.
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[ Maglor slips in and smiles a little ]
Hello Souji.
[ He adds, offering the pig one of the muffins ]
You look tired. [ He murmurs, coming over with the basket of muffins ]
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[He sits up in bed and Saizou raises up on his hind legs to reach for the muffins. He grabs it and then quickly drops back down, hunching over it to munch away.]
Thank you for bringing him something. He's been cooped up with me since I returned.
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[ Maglor murmurs sympathetically, coming to sit next to him ]
I wish you had made it off the surface in time!
And I don't mind helping feed him. [ Maglor's smile is crooked ] It makes me feel more useful, since I couldn't do anything for the planet and it's people.
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If I had made it, the natives would not have.
[It was a simple choice.]
I swore to protect people, and that is what I did.
[He had no regrets about that. It was better than lying and waiting to die in some backroom somewhere, surrounded by the stench of disease and death.]
I'm sure you did all you could, Maglor-san. We were all limited by time and resources.
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[ Pain rises in his eyes, before being banished ]
They could not wake me. A world died and I...
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[He smiles up at Maglor, trying to keep upbeat despite everything that happened.]
It was nothing you could do if you were in a coma. And the world did not die. It lives, from what I've heard.
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Easier to say it than to believe it, though. And there is that. I am glad some folk survived! And that your sacrifice was nomeither in vain nor permanent!
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