Akira "chaotic extra" Kurusu [Jᴏᴋᴇʀ] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
purrtagonist) wrote2018-04-08 07:06 pm
purrtagonist) wrote2018-04-08 07:06 pm
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[Week 4, Sunday: Lenka]
[it's impossible to find Akira for hours after the execution. he is off doing. . . man, who even knows what? but at some point he needs to breathe again, sooooo]
[Lenka may actually stumble across him parked right outside the McDonald's, sitting cross-legged on the ground like some kind of bum while he slowly downs a bottle of chocolate milk]
[feel like bothering him, Cat Tank 3000? his eyes are distant, because he isn't really focusing on his surroundings]
[Lenka may actually stumble across him parked right outside the McDonald's, sitting cross-legged on the ground like some kind of bum while he slowly downs a bottle of chocolate milk]
[feel like bothering him, Cat Tank 3000? his eyes are distant, because he isn't really focusing on his surroundings]
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[Lenka's on the roof of the McDonald's, having spent most of the day pacing the roofs and not really... seeing people, for the most part. He usually spends plenty of time off and away after... after weekends, up high and trying to shake off the scents and sights they're all forced into dealing with, together in the worst way. It sometimes works.
The rooftops aren't as much of a solace this week.
He hesitates, then leaps off the rooftop to come up to his friend, completely silent somehow but unmistakable. Did you know he ran into Ichigo with a McFlurry at some point? Partners, indeed.]
You're-- [his voice isn't as steady as usual, but what is right now; in fact his nose bumps against Akira's shoulder in his haste] Are you okay?
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[it's a comforting gesture]
Ah, yeah.
[he pulls up a smile, wan as it is. but he's somehow managed to work through any surface feelings he may have on what happened. while the deeper ones still haven't been addressed, for now? on the outside, he's. . . okay]
I'm fine. What about you?
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[He's stumbling over his words a lot lately, isn't he?
Lenka uses the sudden pause to curl himself behind Akira like a weird sort of feline sofa-bench, fur rustling and armor scraping against McDonald's poor patio. He's blocking the entire view here, but the shadow people can probably deal with it for a day. He keeps his head in place against Akira's hand, leaning against it a little.
It is a little bit of comfort, the greeting, the habit.
Eventually, he starts again.]
I know where I need to go.
[It's perhaps an impossible question for him to answer at the moment, how he is. He doesn't know, himself.]
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[. . . the way Lenka curls around him is actually extremely welcome, and Akira finds himself instinctively leaning against that giant couch of fur. physical contact had become almost a necessity as far as comfort was concerned for Akira. and this? this soothes him more than he thought it would]
[his fingers dig into Lenka's fur, gentle and soft]
[Akira may have had a difficult afternoon, but he copes best by focusing on the needs and pain of other people. Lenka gives him an opening, to get his mind off of what had happened with Caren and turn his attention to something else]
What do you mean. . .? You know where you need to go?
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In a way, it's strange to have that back. He'd almost forgotten. It's hard to remember some things.
Akira's hold anchors him, a little, the way his voice did on Friday.
Was it just Friday?
The weekend is all jumbled, the way his words have been, and the way all of him has been since the vote. The execution. The trial. He doesn't at all remember leaving the cathedral. Just Miki. Caren. The sky. McDonald's.]
... Setz. [it comes out sounding oddly like a conclusion he's reaching, dragged out between his teeth; he uses someone else's words instead of finding his own] Setz said that to save everyone. We have to do something.
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[again, there's the resolve Lenka has likely seen lacing Akira's words as of late. a firm belief that what he's saying is correct. Setz is someone important to Akira; someone who has been fighting, albeit behind the scenes, although now out in the open. it's probably better that way]
You do. None of us know what that is yet, but. . . I believe we can figure it out and accomplish it.
[sometimes, it's easy to doubt. but with people like Setz and Lenka around, he has hope]
Listen to Setz. He's been doing his best to understand as much as he can. He really knows what he's talking about.
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[Lenka lowers his head, tucking it quietly against the ground.
His voice isn't quite steady, like most of him, a faint tremor through his flanks that fades out into the quiet. It's more aftershock than a real reflection of his current state of mind; the things that have followed him out of the cathedral are slower and more silent than everything that fell out at the trial, bumping and banging through their collective consciousness like the worst parade in the world.
He believes in those fighting with him. Of course he does. He's always believed that people were the key to something better, something brighter. There's a little light as long as someone is there.
It's his belief in himself that is coming unraveled -- his powerless, cowardly self, his inability to give his all to this fight. There are things he can't do. Things he can't be.]
... I'll help as much as I can.
[He can't not fight. That's not a possibility. He just doesn't know how far he can go.]
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[and that much is obvious to Akira, who has been watching Lenka-- along with everyone else in this Game-- for the past five weeks]
If you start doubting what you can do, then start believing in the people close to you. Okay? They'll be your strength.
[some of this advice is. . . extremely personal for Akira, who found solace and strength in his bonds. but he hopes Lenka can find a bit of comfort in it, too]
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[It's said in a slow sigh, somewhat regretful, somewhat wry.
Fight. Survive. Run to survive and fight another day. His entire being radiates outwards from these principles, he thinks. Shibuya is like an alien planet altogether, even without the Reapers and the walls -- the Reapers and the walls might be the more familiar part of this mess.
It's been a strange new world. But the people... the people are just the same, somehow. Funny. Warm. A bouquet of color, too loud, in more than one way. All saving him, in many ways.
It is funny: it's always the people who make him want to live, no matter where he is.]
But, I'll fight when I can. I think you're all worth fighting for.
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[Lenka's last statement earns a warm smile from Akira]
I think you're all worth fighting for, too.