(OTA + CLOSED) if i cannot move heaven

[immortalpoet]

WHO: Vergilius and YOU + closed starters
WHAT: Catchall for TDM prompts, May + June catchall - if you want a closed starter for your character, DM me!
WHERE: All over Neo Tokyo, etc.
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: general Project Moon warnings (opt-out post), will update as needed



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[immortalpoet]

[His gladius clangs against hers to parry the slash, producing a crisp, clear sound. Gritting his teeth, he's raising his arm to jab at her throat.]

Oh? Try me.

[Even as he's trying to kill her.]

[bemist]

[ What else is new!! He hasn't killed her yet, so obviously they can still converse, even as again, she jerks back to evade and ducks low for a sweep attempt.

Well, good to know he was always this fierce, she supposes. Nice to see when in comparison to the sad guy at the bar. ]

I was sleeping and woke up here. You're a lot younger than I remember you, Red Gaze.

[immortalpoet]

Sleeping in a pile of bodies? Hrm. Doesn't make you sound like you're all with it.

[He jumps back, even if it means landing on the arm of a body - he doesn't trip, but his weight smashes it under his heels as his gaze holds steady.]

[She must be a higher level Fixer. He can tell by her movement. But that doesn't mean anything.]

[He moves forward, regardless. Now he's moving in again for a heavy strike down to her shoulder.]

What the hell do you mean, "younger"?

[bemist]

I wasn't here before. [ speaking of not sounding like she's all with it. The strike at her shoulder is met with her blade, shoving back against it as she digs in her heels. ]

And the you I know is older, simply that. Well, this is probably just in your subconscious right now, so having you believe me is gonna be next to impossible.

[ Which is why she's more or less resigned herself to this fight. ]

[immortalpoet]

And how did you get here, if you weren't here before?

[She buffets him. He won't stand down, trying to use the advantage of making her back up to try to launch a flurry of strikes to make her that much off balance.]

You speak nonsense.

[bemist]

Ever consider this isn't the reality for you right now? Or were your powers of observation that weak that you somehow missed someone and left her completely unscathed while you did a number on these Syndicate guys?

[ Well, she didn't expect him to stand down. Honestly, she'd be more surprised if he did, but this is a little too much like her last stand to be any kind of comfortable for her. And for that reason, Gebura doesn't budge, meeting every strike, pushing back. Her stance seems to have solidified, rooting her to the ground. ]

[immortalpoet]

...

[No, she raises a good point. He furrows his eyebrows, now noticeably confused.]

[She's standing strong. She's no regular Fixer, that's for sure. Even so, he's moving forward to try to hook his ankle behind hers, using his muscles to give it a yank to try to get her to trip backwards.]

If it isn't reality, what is?

[bemist]

Again, you're a lot older than--!

[ But he surges forward and yanks--and this time, she stumbles, but she also fists his shirt because if she's going down, so is he.

Bonding! ]

[immortalpoet]

Agh-

[TIMBER. DOWN THEY GO]

[He's absolutely trying to get out of her grip PLEASE LET GOOOO]

What? So what?! You're time traveling, or some nonsense? Answer me!!

[bemist]

You're dreaming!

[ This is snapped out and no she has latched on, he started it. They can wrestle on the floor amongst the dead bodies, it's fine. ]

[immortalpoet]

Dreaming?!

[He stabs his gladius to the side of her, wrangling himself up to his knees...]

[Before he falls back on them, huffing. He's gritting his teeth, unamused.]

...What nonsense. So tell me. If you say the truth. How should one wake up from it?

[bemist]

I don't know, try remembering your apparent future. Your crush on my colleague, maybe.

[ As she pushes herself up on her elbows, also huffing. They're so dignified. ]

[immortalpoet]

Eh?

[Now that's getting him to look very quizzically at her.]

A crush. [are you /j or /srs]

[bemist]

Listen, I'm not thrilled about it either.

[ She wishes! She wishes she was /j!!!! ]

[immortalpoet]

Why would I be as stupid to have that.

[bemist]

You're asking me? [ wryly. ] Ask Malkuth, though you'd have to wake up for that. Maybe you got lonely.

[immortalpoet]

...

[He grimaces, like he wants to retort, but falls silent, instead.]

[He casts his heavy gaze to the bodies around them, almost a bit lost, before he asks, quietly.]

Do you ever get lonely?

[bemist]

[

Hey can she leave now ]

Even I can't do everything on my own.

[immortalpoet]

And yet, here we are. On our own.

[What a joke.]

What a damn joke. We're really not made for companionship.

[bemist]

[ ... ]

Maybe not. But I think if there are people who want to stick around despite that... it's worth something. If it happens, we're probably the least likely people to take it for granted.