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Who: Sakamoto and you!
When: A variety of dates/times! See the prompts.
Where: The locations are a mixed bag, too.
What: A scummy merchant goes about his life.
Rating/Warning: ...I'm sorry for everything.
a; backdated to the event, phase 1
[Sakamoto is a man who spends all his time loving, scheming, living.
Very rarely does he feel this- A violent eruption of confusion and anger, as if he’s been betrayed. Hearing her voice was enough to catch his attention, when she speaks he finds himself standing taller… But she hardly ever laughs. Everything about her presence seemed fishy, strange, but he’s gone so long having her by his side that her absence is more disconcerting. He feels himself being pished and he falls face-first into the snow. Thankfully, he’s able to prop himself up with an elbow, and after spitting out a mouthful of now melted ice, he mutters:]
You of all people should know, Mutsu.
Everyone, everything in this world… Has value!
There isn’t anything in this universe that isn’t worth somethin’.
b; backdated to January 1st
[What can he do to bring a smile to someone’s face?
This silly man has gone and wasted his money again. Sakamoto has bought as many flowers as he can carry in a variety of colors, with the intention of handing them out to any pretty strangers who happen to pass by. He’s also looking out for people who look particularly weary, tired or worn-ragged, as recent events may have left many residents in such a state.]
Congratulations! Ah, now’s the time to celebrate!
[Who is he talking to? Himself? The skies? Only he knows, really.]
It’s a new year, a new day! Party hard! You’ve done good. Wakin’ up on a holiday- It’s not easy, huh?
c; in the dead of night, closed to tenka and katsura
[Sakamoto finds himself awake in the middle of the night. Maybe his stomach was rumbling, maybe he needed to go to the bathroom! Either way, as he bumbles through Katsura’s apartment, he realizes that there’s somebody standing there. While most people would be alarmed, Sakamoto is more curious than anything else- Zura is definitely the kind of person who believes in curfews, so who could it be? A lover, perhaps? Oh! How exciting, if that’s the case! And so, he switches on the light, only to find… A young man?! And a boyish looking young man, at that! How old is he? Why, he barely looks fifteen! Sakamoto gasps, immediately using a hand to cover his face.]
Zura! Your tastes have changed.
[OIIIIII?! WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING? THAT LOSER ROOMMATE OF YOURS IS STILL INTO WIDOWS AND OLD LADIES, YOU MORON!!!]
d; this is just stupid
[Sakamoto feels something wet fall on his hand as he’s casually strolling through this virtual paradise. It feels like it came from the sky. He glances aimlessly at the white splotch on his skin, uttering nonsensical things as per usual:]
Is this sunscreen?
[And then, as if that wasn’t enough:]
Ahhhhh! So that’s why it smells funny!
e; an hour before the hotsprings close
[Sakamoto is a creature of habit. On his travels around the galaxy, he finds himself missing certain comforts of home. When he found out that there was an onsen around here, why, he had to go check it out! Usually he’d invite his friends, but today he feels the need to cleanse his body (and honestly, his dirty mind).
Surprisingly broad, well-muscled arms support him as he leans back, gazing at the sky. He hopes, desperately, that he’ll be able to spot a familiar fleet of ships. How long will it take for the Kaientai to rescue him? It’s been years since he’s had to save himself. What he doesn’t realize is that… His absent-minded nature has resulted in him neglecting the signs altogether. He’s in the wrong bath. This is the women’s section. That and, as one hand reaches out to grasp something he thought was closeby-]
Oh? That’s funny!
Where’d my towel go?
When: A variety of dates/times! See the prompts.
Where: The locations are a mixed bag, too.
What: A scummy merchant goes about his life.
Rating/Warning: ...I'm sorry for everything.
a; backdated to the event, phase 1
[Sakamoto is a man who spends all his time loving, scheming, living.
Very rarely does he feel this- A violent eruption of confusion and anger, as if he’s been betrayed. Hearing her voice was enough to catch his attention, when she speaks he finds himself standing taller… But she hardly ever laughs. Everything about her presence seemed fishy, strange, but he’s gone so long having her by his side that her absence is more disconcerting. He feels himself being pished and he falls face-first into the snow. Thankfully, he’s able to prop himself up with an elbow, and after spitting out a mouthful of now melted ice, he mutters:]
You of all people should know, Mutsu.
Everyone, everything in this world… Has value!
There isn’t anything in this universe that isn’t worth somethin’.
b; backdated to January 1st
[What can he do to bring a smile to someone’s face?
This silly man has gone and wasted his money again. Sakamoto has bought as many flowers as he can carry in a variety of colors, with the intention of handing them out to any pretty strangers who happen to pass by. He’s also looking out for people who look particularly weary, tired or worn-ragged, as recent events may have left many residents in such a state.]
Congratulations! Ah, now’s the time to celebrate!
[Who is he talking to? Himself? The skies? Only he knows, really.]
It’s a new year, a new day! Party hard! You’ve done good. Wakin’ up on a holiday- It’s not easy, huh?
c; in the dead of night, closed to tenka and katsura
[Sakamoto finds himself awake in the middle of the night. Maybe his stomach was rumbling, maybe he needed to go to the bathroom! Either way, as he bumbles through Katsura’s apartment, he realizes that there’s somebody standing there. While most people would be alarmed, Sakamoto is more curious than anything else- Zura is definitely the kind of person who believes in curfews, so who could it be? A lover, perhaps? Oh! How exciting, if that’s the case! And so, he switches on the light, only to find… A young man?! And a boyish looking young man, at that! How old is he? Why, he barely looks fifteen! Sakamoto gasps, immediately using a hand to cover his face.]
Zura! Your tastes have changed.
[OIIIIII?! WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING? THAT LOSER ROOMMATE OF YOURS IS STILL INTO WIDOWS AND OLD LADIES, YOU MORON!!!]
d; this is just stupid
[Sakamoto feels something wet fall on his hand as he’s casually strolling through this virtual paradise. It feels like it came from the sky. He glances aimlessly at the white splotch on his skin, uttering nonsensical things as per usual:]
Is this sunscreen?
[And then, as if that wasn’t enough:]
Ahhhhh! So that’s why it smells funny!
e; an hour before the hotsprings close
[Sakamoto is a creature of habit. On his travels around the galaxy, he finds himself missing certain comforts of home. When he found out that there was an onsen around here, why, he had to go check it out! Usually he’d invite his friends, but today he feels the need to cleanse his body (and honestly, his dirty mind).
Surprisingly broad, well-muscled arms support him as he leans back, gazing at the sky. He hopes, desperately, that he’ll be able to spot a familiar fleet of ships. How long will it take for the Kaientai to rescue him? It’s been years since he’s had to save himself. What he doesn’t realize is that… His absent-minded nature has resulted in him neglecting the signs altogether. He’s in the wrong bath. This is the women’s section. That and, as one hand reaches out to grasp something he thought was closeby-]
Oh? That’s funny!
Where’d my towel go?
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["This isn't the world you want to destroy," he says. Was that an attempt to ease his heart? To calm the beast that writhes inside? To prevent him from taking this world down and leaving it in a pile of debris and dust?
It hurt a little less now, that was true. The wound didn't ache quite like it used to. But he was still a man filled with so much hate. It was really all he knew.]
Maybe it's not the same, but it's not very different, either.
[It's probably what he disliked about it most, but it wasn't the only thing he disliked about it.]
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[But now? He might be planning on saving it.
There is no Kaientai in this world, or at least, not the one he knows. The thought is bone-chilling, but arguably, this isn't the worse place to be stuck.
At least this , like his hometown and like every planet he's ever visited, runs on money.]
Does it piss ya off? Bein' pulled from what you were tryin' to do.
Because, hell! It really bothers me. Even if it don't seem like it.
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[Being pulled away from what he was trying to do, especially at such a crucial moment... Being brought here without any regard to what he wanted, whether he even wanted to exist in this place or any other place to begin with... Being brought to this place that, really, was just as rotten and shitty as the world he'd been born into...
There were a lot of things about it that he hated. But in a way, maybe it was a bit of an eye-opener, too—the realization that it probably didn't matter where he ended up, he could never feel anything but hate.
It certainly didn't give him any reasons not to feel this way, as angry and hateful (and hurt) as always.]
I can't. I'm not such a peaceful man. I only know of one way to show my gratitude.
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[He speaks too quickly, muscles relaxing afterwards.]
Then again, it could be worse! A lot worse. At least we're well-fed.
[The look in Takasugi's one good eye is strange. Even when it's looking in Sakamoto's direction, it never seems to be looking at him, not directly.]
Say, what's your picture of an ideal world anyway? One in flames?
[And, after a pregnant pause:]
One you can rebuild?
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These hands aren't capable of that. And even if they were...
[Even if they were, would there be any point? He couldn't bring back the things he'd lost. The things he'd lost were irreplaceable, and unlike the others— he couldn't find anything to help ease the pain, not in their world or this one or any other one, probably. There was that tiny bit of solace (if it could even be called that), but... was that really enough to change the kind of person he was, or the kind of person he could be?
He wasn't sure, either. He knew what he was, and this? This was it.
He doesn't continue that line of thought—he simply lets the sentence trail off. But the implication is quite clear: "rebuilding" is not on his agenda.]
I can only destroy.
[His truly ideal world was not one that could be created, not by him and not by anyone else.]
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[Are his words falling on deaf ears?]
You just have to believe it.
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What for? It's too far gone. [That useless, rotten world that the others were somehow so fond of. Himself, too, probably. Though even as he thinks that thought, he remembers what Gintoki had said, about the soul of a comrade...
He breathes in. Another long trail of smoke escapes his lips.] There's nothing that can be done to fix it.
It must be nice, living those delusions of yours.
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[Sakamoto's eyes narrow. He does feel for Takasugi, but the man's misery is very much his own fault as well.]
You could blow it out of your way, move forward, and yet you choose to revel in it, filling your lungs with poison.
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[He responds nonchalantly, like he's just stating a fact. He couldn't deny that maybe he'd been wrong about certain things—in fact, he'd very willingly admit that his own lack of understanding had a big part in things. But at the same time...]
Why fight what I am? There's nowhere else for me to go.
[There was nowhere to move forward to. He wasn't like them.]
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[Sakamoto catches himself immediately. He's only overheard things about their teacher, and once again, he's reminded that he's an outsider. Sakamoto wasn't raised by the same man, and in turn, he never held any real hatred for their extra-terrestrial invaders.]
Ah, nevermind.
["He doesn't know."
What it's like to be happy.
How awful.]
Say, say! I'd like to make a bet with you.
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But he wasn't going to pine after the things he no longer had. There was no point in wanting for those things, and so it was better not to remember that he'd ever had them.
Honestly, he doesn't really care to humor Sakamoto at this point, but— he does anyway. Because why the hell not?]
What kind of bet?