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[log] In the Cold Light of Mo(u)rning

Who: Marco and the rest of Hisato residents
Status: Incomplete COMPLETE
Style: Prose
Where: In the streets of Hisato, while on his way to Raisato
When: Week 5, Day 3, morning.
Warnings: Nothing at the moment.

Marco hears the common wisdom that if you are isolated enough, you'll get a little crazy. Well, he can somewhat agree with that - after all, Marco and five other stupid teenagers have to fight the fate of their world without being discovered. That has to count for isolation-nuttiness.

But now. Marco knows. He knows.

He is alone.

There is no Jake. No Animorphs.

Just him.

Just Marco.

(My name is Marco.)

He can't stay here.

There's really nothing for him to stay. He'll fight Joker - really that was a pretty dumb move, morphing bat in front of him (but you got a little crazy there, a little wild, Mom, she's alive, she's dead, but free, free, free) but no matter. He won't be here to fight Joker for long. Bob and Kakashi and Amelia can deal with him once Marco is gone. Joker is not Marco's problem. Not his fight. Not his war.

If Joker comes across him while Marco is on his way to Raisato, then that's find by him. No human can survive a full-on attack of a gorilla, cobra, Hork-Bajir, polar bear, wolf, cheetah, or T-Rex. Joker is a lunatic. But he's human. Human with a gun. Marco, he survived living blades and cannibalistic worms and Dracon beams going TSEEEEW TSEEEEW over his head, barely grazing away from a painful death of atoms being ripped apart one by one . . .

He stops walking in the cobbled streets of Hisato. Shakes his head. Shifts the bag he holds - his clothes, the meager collection of food. Wearing no shoes, only his morphing outfit. (Of course.) He enters Hisato as a human, he will leave in morph. Maybe as a wolf or a gorilla. Both can hold up the bag well without problem. Heck, a t-rex can do it. Overkill, but still.

In the light of morning, almost full with daytime, Marco moves on. He'll see this from beginning to end.

He has to.

There's no other way.


May. 2nd, 2010 06:26 pm (UTC)
In the end, you can only count on yourself. That's what it all comes down to. Life's been beating Rin over the head with that lesson hard. Repeatedly. She's been slow to accept it, always trusting, always relying to others, but now, now it seems like life has the last laugh.

Yesterday, Rukia left, and she said she'd be back in the evening, yet she hasn't. She's probably been held up, but Rin wasn't sure what to think of the whole thing in the first place. If only because Rukia left so suddenly, without even hinting at it beforehand.

Like quietly wanting to get rid of a burden. Rin can't honestly blame her. She is a burden. A load.

Still, being left alone wasn't nice. It was actually pretty terrifying.

Today, this morning, Rin went on a mission to un-terrify herself. She needs to get out, she needs to meet the world. Hello, world. You are the world, I am me. I am one of those impossible things that insist to exist within, but separate from you. To not be part of the swirl, to set themselves apart and make their mark.

(even if she'd already failed, but)

Today, she set out early and started to walk around town. It's a nice village; could almost pass for one of Edo's districts. Familiar. At least it looks right. Except for the cobblestones, those are rare in Edo.

She's not really sure where she's aiming to go. Probably just go poking about, familiarizing herself with the place. Maybe, one day, she'll start putting a map together.

Walking through the early morning town, lighter than usual, no pouch and sword at her side, she suddenly spots a boy. She squints, trying to make out whether she knows him or not. Not being able to make it out at the distance, she pressed close to the buildings at the side and got a little closer. Squinted again, and then opened her eyes wide.

Wait, is that? It's someone she knows. They talked before.


he was

he was there that time, wasn't he?

What was his name again?


She gets off the wall into the open streets and skips a few steps further, ready to call out, but then she stops dead in her tracks. Something keeps her from it. If she talks to this boy, she'll have to -- she doesn't know what she'll have to. But it's not something pleasant. It's something more complicated than she can articulate at the moment. Something that looms over her like the sunset.

She stands there, hand half reached out, and watches him walk.
May. 3rd, 2010 01:02 am (UTC)
After talking to Gau, Marco's about to continue on his way when he feels that familiar feeling of someone watching him. He stops. Turns his head.

And sees a girl standing next to one of the houses.

A girl who he saw dying several days ago.

Marco's mouth becomes as dry as the Savannah.

May. 3rd, 2010 03:43 pm (UTC)
When he stops and turns around, Rin grimaces a little. That is, until she notices and straightens out her face. This is going to be awkward, she can just feel it. He's looking pretty shocked. Well, she would too.

(the world's just got to remind her that she's not legitimate, right?)

(that she's got no right to be still alive)

She probably inconvenienced him. Maybe reminded him of his failure? If he had indeed intended to -- to help.

So she stands up straight again, puts herself in order. Looking proper and ladylike as ever. As [Rin] was raised to be. Even if by now, it is pretty much a lie, a facade. The state in which she ended up was everything but what she was raised to be, to do. A very different sort of life. Not in the good way.

Anyway, what's done is done. He's noticed her now. Gaping as he is. Rin puts on a smile, tries to make eye contact, and starts talking most conversationally: "Uh, hey." A pause. It seems a little odd to continue as one normally would, but normalcy is exactly what she's aiming for, so she goes on, "already about this early?"
May. 3rd, 2010 04:55 pm (UTC)
Marco can only swallow and gives him a shake of the head to clear his thoughts. Or the lack of them. "Uh, yeah, I'm heading out. There's some people who are planning to find the people responsible for taking us here. In Raisato."

He studies Rin a little bit, trying to not to smile with complete relief. "I knew you'll come back, but it never occurred to me that you'll come here. Did you came here by yourself, or somebody picked you up?"
May. 3rd, 2010 05:37 pm (UTC)
How casual. How very casual. Just as Rin wants it, actually. She doesn't know if she could stomach the heavy stuff yet. Oh, she's aware of it, knows it's lurking just around the corner, but she wants it to stay there for a little while longer. Instead, she'll spin a pretty lie, form a conspiracy with everyone around her to not speak the unspeakable -- or not the unspeakable, but the, the truth of the matter. The core of its meaning.

Now, what he's saying is interesting. Looking for the "people responsible for taking us here". Was he talking about the gods? Or did they find out something new. She's exchanged text messages with Valeria earlier. It was enough to know an endeavor like that is going on. Maybe that's what Marco is referring to. Maybe it's something entirely different.

All she's got to do is ask. Too curious not to. "Looking for... ? That sounds," pause, very deliberate pause, mustn't sound too forward, after all, "interesting."

He knew, did he? Just how widely known was that part of the matter? (how many people had to be [blotted out] for it to)

"I was, ah, picked up. I figured this place might be the best option to stay at for the time being." Because most people she'd talked to seemed to live there. More people, more chance for there to be a high percentage of potential allies. Thus, more security. And more resources.
May. 3rd, 2010 07:15 pm (UTC)
Marco can play the casual game. He's a pro at it, after pretending to be a normal teenager who fighting a secret war.

"We're looking for the gods."

A beat.

"There is a lot people here, sure, but I think there's a big group of people forming for the search. If you're worried about Joker -" really, what any sane person isn't? "then I think being here in Hisato is a good idea. Lots of good people to rely on. But there's be a lot of movingin the gods search on the airship, and I don't know there's even a schedule that's public. Either way, it's a win-win for you."
May. 3rd, 2010 09:01 pm (UTC)

Rin gasps when Marco puts the proper name to her ghosts. It's just a little bit shocking, just a tiny little bit, and she's really doing her best to keep the shaking under control, she is not shaking. She rubs her lips together, pulls her eyebrows down to a frown, then relaxes again. Wouldn't do to let anything show. Whatever that anything is.

She doesn't want to know, and she's not going to look at it. No, she is going to ignore it and go on as if it were nothing. It is nothing. Not worth her attention.

(still, it's something of a miracle that she is able to do it)

"Search for the gods, you say?" She smiles, putting on a confident air, and looks at him intently. And there was something else in his tone, in his words, something that definitely gets her interest the most. Might as well point-blank ask about it. "Are you inviting me?"

Edited at 2010-05-03 09:01 pm (UTC)
May. 3rd, 2010 09:14 pm (UTC)
Realizing his mistake, Marco immediately extracts both of his feet from his big fat mouth. Gives the most charming smile he has.

"Pretty much yeah. I was about to leave just now, but I can wait for you if you want to grab some clothes and other stuff."
May. 3rd, 2010 10:04 pm (UTC)
And that smile is charming. Or at least it's reassuriing. He didn't mean to, doesn't mean bad, was only maybe not thinking overmuch, and Rin would be a big great hypocrite if she blamed him for that. She smiles back, still a little unsure, but also has real confidence backing it up.

They're going to do things. Meaningful things, and things that will keep their bodies and minds busy. Briefly, she thinks of Rukia, but she can leave a note.

(it's not as if Rukia did much more than that)

She feels as if she needs to go right now.

"No, that's all right," she shakes her head. "This is pretty much all I need, anyhow." Pretty much all she has, the rest of it left behind in Tsuchisato. Hopefully they'll be stopping her, and hopefully (that man) no one had the bright idea to go there and snatch her weapons in the meantime.
May. 3rd, 2010 10:45 pm (UTC)
Marco can only smile even more at that.

"Can you do me a favor?" Marco asks, extending his arm, showing his bag of clothes and food. "Since you already know what I can do, can you hold my stuff for me on the way? That way I'll be one of the larger animals without the worry of loosing my clothes. I heard some monsters appeared some time ago and I don't want to be caught unawares."

And when Marco means monsters, he's not talking about the wildlife either.
May. 4th, 2010 05:55 am (UTC)
"Asking a lady to carry your things?"

The voice slides out of the shadows of a nearby tree along with the tall, lanky, purple-clad body it belongs to. Everytime he returns, more and more, his body is thinner and lither, his skin pallid, the flesh tinted with more rudimentary scars. His nails grow yellow and rotted. His teeth coat in a thin gleam. He appears, then, pressed against the trunk.

He hadn't been watching long, but he'd rather it appear that way {ah, the girl looks so vibrant [disappointing (amazing) she's already walking again] hope the color falls from her cuntface} Operationally, Joker is all about appearances.

"Now, now, Batsykins. Really! Last lady you depended on I shot out her spine, maybe this one I'll keep breaking the skull of until her thought processes are as useless as... what's her cute name now? Oracle's legs?"

A safe distance... always, a safe distance. This kid, in particular... unpredictable.
May. 4th, 2010 06:06 am (UTC)
And speaking of monsters.

Marco turns quickly, seeing Joker. Almost immediately, Marco drops his things and starts to morph.

White hair grows and claws emerge. He grows bigger, taller. Fangs and other incisors shift in his mouth. "Get out of here," he says while he still has a human throat and mouth. Hands swell the size of cooking pans.

Normally, Marco usually turns to gorilla for situations like these. But now he needs something hard and fast because a polar bear might have a better chance against a revolver than a gorilla can.

He still continues to grow.
May. 4th, 2010 06:37 am (UTC)
Reality finally sheds its cloak.

It's been masking itself long enough. Ordered a pretense of security, a lull of vanity, a game of hide-and-seek, come and see if you can find me out, come and see (if I won't catch you off guard no matter what).

And now it's come out and said: that man is it. He's best suited, meets all the formidable requirements.

He's ugly enough, he's ugly through and through, he's a festering wound, he's mistletoe creeping into her cracks, those which are multiplying now, and it's a wonder she still holds together --

-- air, the air's too fast, and her lungs can't keep up, and she's gotta keep it quiet lest she gives him bait, and she's got to stop shivering, and why doesn't she have weapons?

The street is lined by houses. Between those houses, there are spaces. Close to one of those spaces is Rin. In that space is a wooden plank. Before Rin can dash, however, Marco starts changing, and then Rin has to stop and watch. It's the first time she sees it live and up close. The process is strange and otherworldly and a little frightening (will he keep together like that? What normal person would?), and wonderful. He looks stronger like that, so much stronger. Maybe they'll stand a chance.

But it's also worrying, because that man, he's probably got that gun somewhere in there still, can't really count on him having lost it, even if she wishes it on him with all her heart -- at least that. Can an animal stand a gunshot wound?

Rin bites her lip and dashes for the plank, keeping her eyes on the scene.
May. 4th, 2010 11:02 pm (UTC)
Oh, but with what bullets to shoot with?

Joker stays by the tree, shoulder pressed back, a short yawn forming. So he goes back to Yomi. What does it matter? They'll put a fork in him, turn him over, spit him out, and he'll be back in no time. Maybe even in nicer clothes. Maybe they're starting to like him down there.

"Can you talk like that? Looks sort of fun -- used to be able to use a Titan serum to do that, was a real blast."
May. 5th, 2010 05:13 am (UTC)
Almost to polar bear morph, Marco falls to all fours. His neck grows longer, his shoulders rounds and slumps and his arms grow bigger with fat and fur and muscle. Almost immediately Marco modifies his thought-speak to that Joker can't hear:

{Everyone, Joker's here. I'm with Rin. In one of the larger streets.}

Does this place even got names for their streets? Whatever.

Marco rears up, all ten feet all, and roars at the Joker. Not to intimidate, because Joker wouldn't be impressed by that. No, it's more like giving away his location. It's hard to ignore a bear roaring in the middle of a village.

Going back on all fours, Marco slowly steps forward Joker, snarling all the way. If Joker even breathes wrong, he'll have over seventeen hundred pounds worth of muscle and body fat all over him.
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