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[LOG: Week 11, Day 2] High over our home.

Who: Marco (guerrilla_morph) and Asano Rin (revengeisalie)
Status: Closed.
Style: Prose, third person.
Where: Hisato
When: Week 11, Day 2; afternoon.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Likely none.

It's not long after waking up in Himorogi that Rin is off on her way toward Hisato. She doesn't want to be out in the wild on her own too long (fucking coward, a fucking coward is what she's become) and she most desperately wants to see Marco. There's a lot on her mind as she walks, and so she only notices the peaceful woods that she's leaving, so familiar and so foreign and so alien, in a very passive manner.

So she'd been summoned back, without remembering having ever been gone. For some reason, that makes her feel more disconnected from home than ever. What an absurd feeling, she thinks. After all, she remembers literally nothing from the time she was gone. But it's just the knowledge that she wasn't able to go back that makes her think she's here to stay. Probably. She holds out hope it's just a whim of these gods. Because that is a knowledge she doesn't want to have to live with. She's lived in Kannagara for months, and she likes the people she's met there (some, not all), but she doesn't belong here. Even after it's been filled with people who look so much like her except for the marks on their foreheads, they still do their best to remind her every day that she doesn't belong here.

For a moment, her feet still, and she looks up at the sky above her. Very blue, just a few poofy white clouds today. So unperturbed. So above all the worldly struggles down her. Rin feels her blood boiling. "Are you watching?" She yells, loud, enough for there to be a faint echo even in the plain, and raises a fist to the heavens. "Do you think this is funny? Huh, do you?" Still at the top of her voice, enough for her breath to come short already. Been inside for way too long, she thinks. Been idle for way too long. She feels the restlessness in her legs, and she wants to let it all out, wants to run and shout until she can no more, but she needs to save her strength to get back to Hisato.

To Marco.

Right, to Marco. Who died, just like that, without that she'd ever had the chance to do anything.

Rin swallows. No, she has to stop thinking like that. There's always something to do, isn't there? And it's no one's fault but her own that she hasn't done it. Such is certainly the warrior's way of looking at it. And she is a warrior, isn't she? She looks up to the sky again, as if there'd be an answer written in the clouds. It isn't, but she keeps standing and staring, and after a while, she thinks she can find it within herself. She's been a warrior ever since her graveside promise, and Rin isn't one for half-assing things. Her warrior's path has led her some unexpected and some really ugly places, but there's no turning back, and as long as she alive, she's got to keep going.

For now, that's enough. So she trains her eyes fast on the path before her again and starts walking with strength, almost a spring in her step. (But she's not that enthusiastic, after all, so only almost.)

Half an hour later, she's arrived at the main road entrance of Hisato. The village is busy and bustling as ever, and Rin breathes a sigh of relief. She almost feels like taking her time to look at everything, but for now, she really just wants to see Marco's face, and so she runs, so fast she bumps into a person once, and she has to apologize very quickly. It happens almost a second time, but she just barely avoids it.

Then finally, finally she's at the door of their old house, the one they'd rented for themselves after paying tribute. Money, she'll have to think of money -- later. Breathless, she opens the sliding entrance door, takes a step inside.

"Marco?" Woefully small sound, that. A hand goes to her chest, and she repeats the call, louder: "Marco?"


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Sep. 15th, 2010 06:46 pm (UTC)
Marco could have sworn that took less than thirty minutes. Or maybe it's because he still feels out of it. It's been a week or so when Rin disappeared. He nearly manages to overcome the unusual silences, the increased sizes of the rooms and was even considering looking for a new roommate when Rin appeared. Reappeared.

So when he hears her calling him, his heart stopped.

He jumps out of the bed he was sitting of and quickly runs to the door, nearly sliding on the wooden floor with his socks on. He knows he must look like a total goof, wearing only socks and a loosely dressed yukata, but he doesn't care.

She's back.

Sep. 15th, 2010 06:55 pm (UTC)
That hand on her chest goves up to her mouth as she suppresses a laugh, so all that comes out is a giggle. Because yeah, that did look more than a little goofy. But that's okay, Rin thinks it's cute. And very Marco, and that's what matters right now.

"That's right. Me and no one else."

She gives him a smile, daring to let it be a bit cocky, too. It's so very nice to see him. (In one piece.) And almost, almost she would've thrown herself into his arms right then and there, but she manages to restrain herself.
Sep. 15th, 2010 07:13 pm (UTC)
It's right there, in Rin's smile, that Marco suddenly feels homesick. Because that's Rachel's smile, that cocky smile, the one that's says I'm back, bitches, like it or not and Marco knows that while nothing is normal here, it isn't back home.

Normal kids don't turn into aliens and get killed, only to come back, after all.

"It's a good thing you showed up," he says dryly. "I was about invite Elfangor to be the next roommate."
Sep. 15th, 2010 07:33 pm (UTC)
Now, Rin, she feels as though she's as close to home as she can get right now. It's okay. Marco also reminds her of someone she knows, sometimes, but really only a very faint little amount, so it's okay. She can live here, for the time being.

There's still a bit of fear that "right now" will turn into "forever", but she won't think that. Denial, yes, maybe, but it will help her walk forward.

"Elfangor?" She jogs her memory for the name. She's not altogether sure she knows who it is.
Sep. 15th, 2010 07:43 pm (UTC)
"Oh, I never told you about Elfangor, did I? He arrived before I, uh, disappeared."

Yeah, avoid the d-word, Marco. It's not that Marco has a real issue with it, really, but Rin might.

"He's from my universe, Rin. He's the reason I can morph, and I owe him a lot. He's far from human, mind, so you'll probably won't see him in the villages in his normal form. You might have seen him on the network, but in human morph. He's the few people here that I trust. Maybe you can meet him one day."
Sep. 15th, 2010 07:55 pm (UTC)
"Mmh." Rin got what he meant, at least she thought she did, and her expression darkened for a moment. They'd have to talk about that one day, she knew. And it wouldn't be pleasant. But that day was also not today.

So she went back to smiling, if a tiny bit uneasier than before. "Don't think I talked to him, and I'm not sure I saw him at the network. I didn't look at the network much, those last few days. But I'd love to meet him, sure."
Sep. 16th, 2010 02:31 am (UTC)
"Yeah, well, he's pretty much being a hobo in the woods outside of Hisato here. Andalites are like that, I suppose." And Marco gives a casual, normal smirk. "Just don't give him sugar. He'll get sugar-high real quick."

Marco turns around, heading toward the kitchen.

"I didn't really feel like cooking anything, so I ordered up some stuff. It's just noodles and sushi, though. Nothing special. Hope you're feeling hungry."

She better, because Marco actually rushed over there to get some food when he realized Rin came back. Because he's considerate like that.

He's been a lot more considering to people lately, he realized. It doesn't seem to bother him too much, now.
Sep. 16th, 2010 04:40 pm (UTC)
"That sounds great!" It's a pleaseant surprise; Rin didn't really him to take care of food before she arrived. She didn't expect him to do much of anything. So she's genuinely surprised, and also touched. That he would think of her so.

She walks after him, recognizing this to be the way to the kitchen.

"And yeah, I'm actually getting hungry," she continues in an upbeat manner that reflects an honest feeling. A feeling she plans to savor. It's only now that she begins to feel her hunger, very suddenly. Briefly, she wonders why that is. Probably because she's been a jumble of feeling up to now. A weight's been taken off her heart.

"You've got to tell me all about your friend."
Sep. 17th, 2010 04:02 pm (UTC)
baaaaaw so late sorry!
"Well, I suppose I should tell you the basics before I tell you about him."

Marco gives Rin a plate of sushi and a bowl of noodles while grabbing his own. The only thing he bothered to make was the tea - god, he's getting sick of tea. He needs to go to the summoning shop and show Rin the wonders of Pepsi. They both sat down on the dinning room table.

"His full name is War-Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul. A War-Prince to the Andalites is the equivalent of a general to us, the highest ranking in their military. The Andalites have been fighting a decade long war with the Yeerks, a parasitic race where they can infest other people and use their bodies as their own. The Yeerks go through world after world, taking over dozens of races and destroyed thousands. Then the Yeerks discovered the human race - so now they are using a secret invasion where they take people over in secret. You can look your friend in the eye and you wouldn't know the difference.

Me and a couple of other friends and I ran across Elfangor one night after heading towards home. He warned us of this threat and gave us this ability."

And then he died. Is what Marco doesn't say. He doesn't want to overload with the information.

How can to explain space travel to someone who lived in ancient Japan all her life?
Sep. 17th, 2010 04:39 pm (UTC)
Rin gratefully takes both the plate and the bowl and follows Marco to the dining room, sitting down across from him. While he already started talking, she took her chopsticks and said her thanks, then dug in, having a bit of trouble restraining herself now that she was truly hungry, but did so because she was also listening attentively to Marco's tale. It was a bit awkward, coordinating between looking at what she was eating and looking at him, but she managed okay.

When he'd finished, she swallowed her piece of sushi in order to answer. "Wow, uhm," and she took a moment, trying to think of what to say. "That sounds pretty harsh." In a quieter voice, she subdued: "And kind of disgusting." Making light of the information, she knew, but she didn't want to say too much. Couldn't gauge yet what Marco had seen in his life, but she guessed it was plenty.

Still. It would've been surprising if they'd been close enough for her to just address it. That happened rarely in life.
Sep. 17th, 2010 05:01 pm (UTC)
"That's one way of calling it," Marco agrees. "But it's really the worst nightmare you can think of. You are still aware what's going on, and you want to warn people, but the Yeerk has total control of your body. It can accesses your memories and learn things. Add that to the politics of the Yeerk Empire and if the Yeerk in your head messes up, both the Yeerk and you will have a nasty, drawn-out execution."

He attacks his noodles with a vengeance.

"So with no one else to trust and with the Andalite forces far away, me and my friends have been pretty much fighting the good fight for about three years or so. We be normal kids by day, fighting parasitic monsters by night as animals."

And then he suddenly stops, staring at the still steaming noodles. Marco sighs.

"We didn't have Elfangor with us because not to long after he gave us the power, the Yeerks killed him. We fled, but not before giving the Yeerks the realization that there might be more 'Andalites' around."
Sep. 17th, 2010 05:53 pm (UTC)
That takes the buoyancy away from her good. She quiets and spends a while staring at her noodles, too. This boy in front of her, so easygoing and quipping a joke at every given opportunity, has been fighting a war since he was a young teenager. It makes her feel both more connected to him and like a weakling.

"It must've been hard," she says, and kind of hates herself for it, because it sounds so very trite, but she doesn't know what else to say. She looks up at him again and thinks how strong he is. Something to look up to and strive for, maybe.
Sep. 17th, 2010 06:59 pm (UTC)
Marco shrugs. Is it hard, to be an Animorph? Sure is. It's not easy to go on the battlefield when you just want to run the hell away. "It can be, at times. But usually it can be bizarre and sometimes downright stupid. I mean, what kind of a high-stakes sabotage mission relies on you morphing a dog and biting some guy's ankles just to prevent more innocent people infested? Or when you have to morph a gorilla just to dispute a wedding before you get caught skipping class?"

Marco shoves down some sushi a little bit too quickly and gagged. He struggles to get the lump of rice out of the wrong pipe and takes a deep drink out of his tea.

"So yeah. Elfangor. I can't say that I know him well per se, but just the fact that he's the sole reason the human race has a chance against something way bigger than them is more than enough for me to trust him. Though, uh, I must warn you - he can be pretty freaky looking. Andalites are known to be fairly dangerous in combat."

Edited at 2010-09-17 07:19 pm (UTC)
Sep. 17th, 2010 08:31 pm (UTC)
"Are you okay?" Slightly worried, Rin extends a hand, but then sees that he's managing and retracts it again. She laughs a little and eats a piece of sushi, herself, taking care to chew properly. "Mmh!" She exclaims, and after swallowing: "This is great! You're acquiring a refined taste." That is accompanied by a playful smile and a wink.

"You know, all of that sounds interesting. Pretty bizarre all right." Trying to be conversational, still. Maybe that was inappropriate. She'll know in a moment.

"So what do Andalites look like? I suppose the difference is more than between you and me." Of course, he previously said she might not even get to see Elfangor's usual body, but her curiosity demands to know this.

Edited at 2010-09-17 08:31 pm (UTC)
Sep. 18th, 2010 11:37 pm (UTC)
"Of course I have taste. I should show you a little piece of classic American cuisine some other time. Like pizza or French fries."

Marco resumes eating as normally.

"Well, Andalites at a first glace look half human, half deer. They have the legs of a deer, but they have the chest and arms and head of a human. Except, they are covered in blue fur. And they have no mouths, and slits for a nose. And no hair to speak of - they instead have these stalk things on top of their head, with an eye on each end. It's impossible to sneak up on them. And then there's this snake-like tail that has a wicked scythe in the end. I've seen them knock off heads with that tail with less than a blink of an eye.

"But they are usually peaceful. Arrogant, but peaceful. Elfangor's a good guy, and likes humans a lot."
Sep. 21st, 2010 12:59 pm (UTC)
Rin is listening attentively as Marco talks, taking the time to shove as many pieces of sushi down her throat as possible. She wants to savor them, but she's just too hungry and eager, so she eats hastily. As fast as she can while taking the time to chew.

When he's done speaking, she has to swallow a pretty big piece, making a loud sound, and blushes. "Ah, sorry," she says.

"That doesn't sound like any creature I ever head of," she then continues, putting her left index finger, the right being occupied by chopsticks, to her lips. "When did these Andalites first have contact to Earth?" But then she grinned in a slightly self-admonishing way. "Ah, well, I guess one wouldn't notice, if they were in human morph, huh?"
Sep. 21st, 2010 03:37 pm (UTC)
Marco takes a swing of his tea, thinking. There's so much that he doesn't know, really. He honestly can't tell if the war is a decade long war or several.

"Honestly, I don't know. Andalites knew we existed long before they arrived on Earth. The only major contact they have with Earth that I'm aware of is about three years or so years ago. There was a major Andalite battle fleet out to try to protect Earth but the Yeerks ambushed and defeated them. All evidence of their existence that somehow got on Earth was completely destroyed by the Yeerks. The only survivor out of the fleet was his little brother. Me and my friends found him later on, and he's been fighting alongside us ever since. There are other two, but Mertil is basically a cripple and Gafinilan had a terminal disease. We pretty much leave those two alone, since they couldn't do much and wanted to be left alone anyway."

Marco pauses as he attacks his noodles with a vengeance.

"You know how the Hitomi is probably really weird to you? I mean, you haven't seen this type of technology before? Well, Andalites are, like, geniuses at technology. This Hitomi is probably a child's toy to them. It's why they can go to other worlds and created the morphing technology."
Sep. 26th, 2010 01:27 pm (UTC)
"I can manage with it all right!" Rin says, pride a little wounded. "But yeah, I haven't seen anything like it before I came here. So these... An-da-lite people have technology even more advanced than this?"

She puts down her chopsticks to pick up her Hitomi and look at it instead. "I can't even imagine that." She stares forlornly into the shiny, dark surface of the device, and her reflection looks back at her. What was once a foreign object has now become familiar to her. And for the first time, she really thinks, takes note that it's changed her habits quite a bit. It's changed how she interacts with the world.

Finally, she looks back up at Marco. "Can you tell me about some of that?"
Oct. 5th, 2010 12:33 am (UTC)
"Remember Balthier's airship? Andalites can do stuff like that, except their stuff can travel to the stars. And this morphing power he gave us? This is also their technology as well. If anything, I'll say that it's about as advanced as the dream-broadcasting on the Hitomi . . . though not even Andalites have thought of that before."

He attacks his noodles with a vengeance.

"They also have a law forbidding not to give their technology to anyone else. Because it was the Andalites who discovered the Yeerks and felt sorry for them, so they gave them technologies and ways to obtain hosts bodies from the Yeerk homeworld. Pretty soon after that, the Yeerks betrayed the Andalites and stole everything they could."
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