synflux | [ OPEN ] here comes the boooooooy

[ The cafeteria and the dataportals are the two best places to catch as many of his new allies as possible, Yzak figures. Brand new and freshly awakened, he seeks to learn as much as he can about the new team he's going to be working alongside.

So whichever location your character happens through, be it to grab a bite to eat or to head to the Kyoto base, there's a(n unfairly) handsome man with silky silver hair and serious, piercing blue eyes, his choice of clothing on the fancier side of casual. He leans against the nearby wall with his arms crossed, as those intense eyes fall on you. ]

Hey. [ He calls out, and gets right to the point. ] Your name?

[ Passing by the dispatch area? Here you'll find Yzak, his focus entirely on a new machine standing about 10 feet high that arrived alongside the new batch of teammates. The machine is open ('open' in whatever way that would allow a pilot to climb inside of it almost like it becomes a large suit of armor around them) and he's specifically checking out how the inside of it looks. ]

Completely different from the standard cockpit setup... I'll have to test-run a bunch of system checks to see how it handles like this.

[ He frowns after a moment, brow furrowing. ]

Why did it have to get so small?

[ Yzak does not appreciate maid dresses, especially when he's forced into one himself. Seeing anybody in one lowkey triggers his fight or flight response, courtesy of his own mother and her intense insistence to adhere to his homeland's whole thing about genetic compatibility regarding birth and marriage and blah blah blah we land on maid holograms terrorizing him in his own home. But that's a whole problem for Yzak to unravel within himself later.

Right now? He's just mad because he's being forced into something humiliating. And humiliation aside, Yzak hates being forced into anything, the bristly little control freak that he is. He runs into your character red-faced and breathless, having been chasing Seok Dang down the corridors with a loud clacking of his heels (heavy footsteps, clearly uncomfortable and unused to the shoes), but the other man seems to have given Yzak the slip. So now the focus of this beautiful man in a dress is on you. ]

You! Which way did that bastard go!? Did you see?

[ Yzak is glad that he doesn't have to change his appearance when he heads out to Neo Tokyo. And he can deal with the fake name of Andreas Vesalius just fine - it's a name he carries for the sake of others who've left him long ago. And while many who have died through the war have been forgotten or left in the shadows of a past that many hate to look back on because it's painful, Yzak chooses to remember. Especially since much of the crew on his old battleship, the Vesalius ... well. In hindsight, they deserved better in a lot of ways. War is hell and all that jazz, but as someone who is now in command of his own teams and his own battleships, Yzak can't imagine not being profoundly impacted if something were to befall them when all of those lives are in his hands as a leader.

Back to the point; his given job for his whole fake background, however...

He's been around the base enough by now that even if he's not properly met any new teammates, he's seen faces enough that he'll recognize them out in the wild (and they can likewise recognize him). So with that in mind, Yzak can be interacted with here in two instances!

A. He's peering into various shops. While he's more drawn to ones that have trinkets and good luck charms and the like, he's curious (nosy) enough to check out anything that catches his attention. That includes any establishments your character might be working at or checking out themself!

B. He's lurking around a small, but cozy-looking cat-cafe. He doesn't go inside or anything, but he has one finger curled up under his chin and has a contemplative look about him as he stares into the window. He's clearly considering something, here. ]

[ Yzak Jule is used to the life of a soldier. He's prepared to get nasty and bloody and sweaty and all sorts of other gross. That, of course, doesn't mean he still inwardly hates it when it happens, he's just well adjusted to tolerate it for the sake of his duty as that's more important than his own comfort.

He's never been this absolutely wet and slimy, though. So this it's a new experience when he comes to and is down on his hands and knees, head shaking to flick what he can from blocking his vision, drops splashing from his hair. He's soaked and his lack of anything but undergarments means that after a couple of beats he becomes aware of that with the chill he feels crawl over his bare skin coming into contact with the open air. But that doesn't matter: what matters immediately is information. Where he is. What's happened. Who else is there with him. Seize understanding and thus hopefully control of the situation because in this moment he is lost and confused and feels helpless—

The glisten of golden hair near him even through the goo is something he can't miss, clearly waking up to whatever the fuck this is, just like he is. Dearka. He's not alone here. More than that, he's not alone here (because there is a difference between the two). Yzak turns his head toward his partner and opens his mouth. ]

Dea- hgk!

[ He's cut off by a brief bout of coughing, choking on some of the fluid. Gross. ]

Damn it...! [ He grumbles to himself as he sit up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand ... which doesn't do much when the hand is ALSO gooey, but, you know. ]

[ There sure are a lot of handsome men around here, aren't there? Because this indigo-haired man with equally piercing eyes is just as handsome, and just as blunt. He frowns at the direct address. ]

Is it not common courtesy to introduce yourself first on your planet?

Hah? [ Yzak tips his head at this (fellow beautiful wow they should all form a club) guy, notes his tone ... and then gives him a quick little shrug of one of his shoulders. ]

I don't care what order people go in! I'm just making sure I become acquainted with everybody as swiftly as possible.

[ At that, though, since he doesn't actually give much of a shit about order of things here (at least he's honest and straightforward about it), his already straight and proper posture seems to tighten up even more and he tips his chin up when he speaks again, proud. ]

Lieutenant Colonel Yzak Jule. [ Emphasis on that title, because wow he's soooooo cool. ]

[This place is over run today by pretty men in even prettier dresses, isn't it. Yzak runs into one, almost quite literally. Raidou is similiarly humiliated to be stuck in this cat themed outfit, which includes chunky heels he's still trying to get the hang of. When Yzak turns the corner, Raidou is right there. He stumbles back out of the way just in time, wobbling on the shoes. His outfit still somehow includes his hat, albeit with cat ears plunked on top, and he tucks the brim down to hide his expression.]

Ah-- sorry. I'm just-- Sorry, who?

Shit!

[ The near collision nearly knocks Yzak off of his already unstable feet, too. Thankfully he manages to throw an arm out and brace himself on a wall before falling into Raidou completely. (and boy would that have been embarrassing!)

He quickly collects himself to the best of his ability, standing straight up save for the way his legs are spread apart with his knees awkwardly bent. ]

The one who did this! [ He waves his hand maybe a little TOO dramatically over his dress. ] The Seok Dang guy!

[Raidou's head tilts a little in confusion. He looks back around the corner for good measure, but he just came from that way, and no one was there.]

If you think he's going to be anywhere even close to the base after doing this to us... I'm sure he knows better.

I just saw him!

[ His hair, as swishy as the dress that falls down to his ankles, swings back and forth as he sharply turns his head to the left, to the right, and then over Raido's shoulder. ]

That slippery son of a bitch, if he managed to get away from me, then he better stay far away if he knows what's good for him! [ And then he balls and shakes a fist to emphasize the seriousness of his declaration. ] I don't even deserve this! I submitted my papers!

[ And then, since the claim was that everyone's being punished due to the feet-dragging of others, Yzak gives Raidou a very pointed, intense look. ]

You got that done, too, right? [ RIGHT???? ]

[ What's with the tone of voice this boy is taking with him? Just based on this short interaction, he can surmise that this Yzak is a bit of a hot head. Well, he's not impressed. Nor is he impressed with Yzak's title, clearly indicated by the expression on his face. ]

Dr. Ratio. Scholar and educator. A pleasure, colonel.

[ Was that just a bit of sarcasm behind that word? Nah, you must be hearing things. ]

Is that all? If so, leave me be.

[ As a fellow face-maker, he sees and understands the look he gets too clearly. So there's a small pinch of his brow as the edge of his mouth twitches downward. He doesn't think this guy is very impressive either!

... he's grateful that he at least introduced himself in turn, though.

Despite the shift in his expression, he continues. ]

No, that not all.

I want to ask where you're from, too. They've taken us here, to planet Earth in a year that isn't aligned to the history I know of it. And some that I've met here already ... they don't come from anywhere near Earth at all, or even know what it is.

[ It's obvious from how he words that, that these are concepts somewhat fantastical to him. But there's also an edge of a awed curiosity to his tone. ]

[ Usually Elan is never found in dispatch but this month he happens to be doing some...work on his gundam, let's just say. While dropping by he notices a man fussing over what sure looks to be a mobile suit. Elan hangs back to watch him fiddle with it and should the pilot notice him he'll plaster on an innocent smile. ]

What's this?

[ Playing dumb. ]

[ Just wait till he hears the list of accomplishments under Ratio's belt.

A surprisingly civil response. He'd half expected the boy to explode in a rage after Ratio flippantly dismissed him. First impressions are not always correct, and he is glad to have it disproven. ]

I would be among the latter count. Earth is not one of the numerous inhabited planets that I know of.

[ And he knows a lot. A least a few dozen star systems, and hundreds of planets. Yzak, the man you are speaking to is an interstellar traveler. ]

At this point I must surmise that it is not connected to the star rail network, and potentially out of the IPC's sphere of influence.

[ Docked next to the one Yzak is checking out is another mech, and it's really clear at a glance that the two are Related. The head designs, the feet are nearly identical.

Yzak peers over his shoulder when he hear Elan enter. And not knowing who this guy is outside of the fact that he's another ally here, he doesn't find it an issue to share. ]

It's a mobile suit. [ He looks back to the pair of them.] Both mine and my partner's. Weapons from where we come from that we'll be using on these missions.

They should be a hell of lot bigger, though! [ Here he goes falling into a small tangent, bristling up slightly. ] They've been altered due to their size, but I don't understand why! If we're supposed accomplish what we're here to do, them coming in as-is should have been fine!

[...Alright, that's kind of weird. It's not like this is a store where you window-shop; plus this guy is just kinda standing there the entire time Ren has the cat cafe in sight. Noob Outsider behavior, tbh.

He stops next to Yzak and looks through the window, too, trying to figure out what's so fascinating. Like cats are great, but you might as well go inside.]

You're not allergic or something, are you?

That's a Gundam!

[Taryon recognizes the design from the one Elan uses, and he forgets that he has to head to work to run over and admire the large, intricate robot.]

Do you know Elan? He's got one of these, too! How's this one different? [It's obviously a different model, and Taryon cannot put his mind at ease when he doesn't understand how it works.]

Then he must have gone another way. I apologize. [He distracted you from your mission!

The look and question gives Raidou a start. Well, an understated one, but one nonetheless. Everything about this boy seems muted, from his expressions to his quiet monotone.]

I would never want to-- Yes, I handed in my papers, even if it took three tries for them to finally accept it. I would never choose this.

[ Is this the handsome man convention? Because the fellow Yzak calls to in the ruins of Kyoto is indeed that – very tall, very well put together, with a cascade of raven hair that slips over his shoulder as he turns to get a look at who just addressed him. Ice-colored eyes eventually land on the other man, and Winter puts on an air of innocence. ]

Who, me?

[ Cheeky. He knows he’s the only one here. ]

Not the politest way I’ve been asked for an introduction, but if you’re that interested, my name is Winter. And you are?

[ Thankfully the absolute dick of a gremlin that Yzak started out as - and, embarrassingly for him, remained as for a nice chunk of time - got enough wake-up calls of hey, maybe you suck and should do these things known as learn and grow and reeled it back from exploding and yelling over every little thing.

...... he still yells a lot, so you win some you lose some.

Raito's elaboration piles more questions onto Yzak's mind. ]

The star rail network... [ Sounds self explanatory ... space trains? That part seems odd to him. ] Intergalactic travel, then? And would that make this 'IPC' some sort of widespread governmental organization?

[ What can they say, LILITH has good taste. ]

It's not like I'm threatening people! [ A cranky response at most - all bark and no bite. But at least this guy still goes on to oblige, so he's placated easily enough. (and it's not like he's unused to hearing about his personality) ]

But of course I'm that interested. I've only just recently arrived, and it'd be stupid not to get acquainted with the people I'm going to be fighting alongside here.

I'm Lieutenant Colonel Yzak Jule. [ The rank probably gives away why he's so set on doing this. Ever the dutiful soldier. ]

[ "Lieutenant Colonel" oh boy. Yes, that introduction tells him everything he needs to know. ]

You're quite the serious type, aren't you, Lieutenant Colonel?

[ Just gonna come out and say it, huh? ]

[ He's not being a creep he swears. Only appearing exactly like one, right now,

He's not so engrossed that he doesn't notice someone approach him, so he glances to the side - and ah, he's seen this guy in passing back at the base.

So with another look in the other direction to make sure nobody else has ears that talking can fall upon... ]

No, I'm not. [ Allergies - at least within the reality of his own world - aren't something his people get often.

And then, despite the fact that he just checked and was in the clear, Yzak still drops his voice when he continues as a precaution. ]

The job ... assigned to and set up for me was one of these places. Which is ridiculous, if you ask me - I have so many talents I could be putting to use! And I have no intention of actually working out here at all if I don't have to.

But if I do require extra funds for one reason or another, it would be smartest to stick to my story so I don't cause any suspicion.

[ He's guessing the other mobile suit belongs to the yellow-haired guy from some Plant that doesn't ring a bell. Neither of the Spacians had reacted to the face of Elan Ceres. Granted, space is a large place, but it's not impossible someone well-connected would happen to recognize the heir of one of the most influential corporations. Now that would have been annoying.

So, he's enjoying his continued anonymity as he waves his hand in the air, tone flippant and a touch insincere. ]

Really? Well that's too bad, but it doesn't surprise me. They're always skimping on us! Salary, weapons, even anesthetics...

[ There is a different mobile suit hanging out in dispatch, but whose could it be. It's a mystery. ]

[ OPEN ] here comes the boooooooy

[OPEN ] hello,

[ OPEN ] gundam time

[ OPEN ] BIG MA(I)D

[ OPEN ] out and about

[ CLOSED / Dearka ] awakening

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