last despair calls first hope

[ringwizard]

Date & Time: July 2nd & 3rd
Location: Initiative Library, Room 701, around the apartments
Characters: Haruto Souma (ringwizard), Kousuke Nitoh (ringbeast), Oriko Mikuni (precludes)
Summary: Haruto witches out gets the d(espair) hits his breaking point, becomes despair monster.
Warnings: Upupupupu. Depression, despair, a dickbag monster, at least one fight, Chimaera being a tool, references to mass murders, references to not so mass murders, possibly suicidal ideation, character death. Oriko's sense of priorities.


Haruto leaves the Initiative's Hold early in the morning with a certain spring to his step. He's gotten a little tan--his time in 2050 had done him some good, a lingering scrape on the back of his right hand aside, and it's obvious. Being back in the city again leaves a lingering malaise to his mood, but he forces it away. With things to be done all around, he's got to keep moving forward, right? There's a lot of hustle and bustle outside the Hold with the still-lingering confusion of new arrivals, as far as he can tell, and he steps around people talking as he opens his tablet and messages Nitoh.

Are you still asleep?

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[ringbeast]

Nitoh licks his mouth clean of Mayo and then washes down the last bit of his second doughnut with tea. When he swallows, it's to let a broad smile cross his face. "Yeah! Two good-lookin' guys like us, maybe it's better we didn't go together... All the broken hearts we'd leave in our wake, right?" He laughs uproariously.

"You got any plans for the day? I was gonna make a big welcome home dinner, but I dunno what you want... That I can make." He grins. "I was thinking maybe stew?"

[ringwizard]

Haruto pointedly pulls his eyes away from Nitoh licking himself clean. What was he, a dog? "We'd manage to get ourselves kicked out of the commune," he agrees.

He considers, tapping the lip of his coffee. "I want to hit the library," he says, "other than that, I think I just want to lie around the apartment. Maybe play checkers with Kirika...?" Nitoh's offer to make dinner draws his attention away from his board game plans. "Stew doesn't sound too bad," he says, "or a hotpot, but I guess we don't have the right appliances..." Not for the first time, he wishes there were a place that catered to more familiar cooking.

[ringbeast]

He laughs. "Too hot for time travel," he says agreeably.

"The library? I ran that book that came due while you were gone back for you." He purses his lips. "You want more, I guess. Probably the whole mission thing was way more fun than hanging out here usually is."

At the mention of hot pot, he groans. "Man, that would be awesome. I love hot pot. I guess I could try to figure it out sometime, but stew is probably good for now."

[ringwizard]

"Time traveling heart bandits," Haruto muses. It sounds like a really dumb band name, honestly, and he discards it.

"You can't take any of the history overview books out," he corrects, then--"oh, uh, thanks."

"It was a nice change of pace," he admits. "I wish every mission were like it."

"Right?" he asks, and smiles, ruefully. "We can have a hotpot party on floor seven some other night. Stew's perfectly fine for now." Truthfully, he'd missed when Nitoh was well enough to be cooking. There had been a lot of sandwiches in the weeks before the bombing.

[ringbeast]

He laughs. "Probably we'd ruin history if they let us."

He gets it. "Oh, you wanna see what happened to all those people you met, right? Wow, it's kind of weird to think about the fact that they all grew old and stuff since then, huh?" He muses quietly, leaving off the 'and died' part of the equation. "Well, I'm game."

He wonders if he can take a mission for himself one of these days. The Initiative is working on a mana solution with what meager resources they have to spare at the moment, but he doesn't expect the full-on answer will come anytime soon. "Yeah, stew'll be good. I been trying to figure out curry without the roux, now that I'm out, but it's been harder than you'd think. Most curry around here's real Indian, yellow curry not brown."

He shakes his head. "Anyhow, I'm ready when you are. I wanna see if we can read all about the mysterious man who saved the day."

[ringwizard]

"This whole thing is weird to think about," Haruto agrees, draining the last of his coffee down. He sets the cup down, leaning his forearms against the edge of the table.

"Maybe ask the network if anyone has any ideas?" he offers, "a lot of Transports have been here a while--someone might have a solution." Nitoh might yet come up with one, anyway--it's not like he's been doing that much cooking, right?

"Anyway, let's go," he says, standing with a scrape back of his chair against the floor. "I hope someone wrote a book about me," he muses. Realistically, he hopes he didn't make that big a dent. The real triumph was in letting a place as accepting as the commune go on working.

[ringbeast]

"True," he says agreeably. And then at the suggestion he brightens. "Yeah, there's a lot of Japanese people here, to. I'll ask about recipes and stuff on the network later."

"Haha that'd be awesome. I hope it's super fictionlized and talks about how buff you are and how many ladies you got." He winks and chuckles. Then he gets up and chugs down the last of his tea. "To the library!"

[ringwizard]

"Hey, there's no fiction in these," Haruto says, lifting one arm like a body-builder and tapping his bicep. "Don't be jealous."

He waves a little goodbye to the staff at the front and turns easily toward the front door, opening it for Nitoh and leaning on it, hands cradled in his pockets. "Let's hope it's not too busy with nosy newbies," he muses. There's got to be a couple of proactive types in this latest batch, right? There always are.

[ringbeast]

"Sure, if you have that weird hulk ring on." He says with a laugh. Then he waves at the staff and walks through the door. "Looks like you learned some manners over there."

He stretches his arms and legs as he walks out onto the street, basking in the tiny amount of sunlight that's coming through the clouds. Even this tiny amount of sunlight feels good with Haruto in a much better mood. "Yeah probably, but we can say hi at least."

[ringwizard]

"I have a weird hulk ring?" he asks, as he follows Nitoh out. "Huh." He ignores any comments about his manners--he's a perfectly polite person, thank you.

Haruto quirks a smile. "Yeah," he says, "we're the second day welcome wagon in the library. The cookie guy can eat his heart out." As always, he walks a little faster than Nitoh, head starts or not; he tilts his head back to look back over his shoulder.

True to his prediction, there are people around in the library's front lobby, at least one or two of them visibly new (and confused). Not quite as many as he'd thought, but still busier than a normal day. He pulls his tablet from his back pocket to get access to the library's catalog. "Guess we should start with region," he guesses, out loud.

[ringbeast]

"It's freaky. I don't even wanna know what it looks like without the suit on." He jogs a little to catch up as they get to the library.

"I forgot about the cookies. I dunno how we can top that." He blinks around the library, "Yeah I guess that's the best way to find it. Big bombings or whatever that didn't happen don't exactly get big parts in books."

[ringwizard]

"Don't be jealous your buffalo cape doesn't make you any... buffer," he says, and only belatedly catches onto the pun. Dammit.

"You don't think you're cute enough to overwhelm some baked goods?" he asks, as he taps 'Spanish History' into the search bar, and scrolls through the results.

After a minute, he taps a title. "Mmm, probably not," he decides, scrolling the list again, and narrows his eyes. Then, wondering, he taps in the name of the commune.

"'Russo-Spanish Politics in the post-Olympic era'," he reads, "why the hell..." He taps the title, to see a summary. There isn't one that's terribly helpful, but it's one of only two results, and the other looks like some kind of sociological study.

"No better place to start, right?" he asks, and moves to examine the likely shelves toward the back of the building.

[ringbeast]

"Pfh, who are you, my old man?" He puts his chin on Haruto's shoulder to read over the results himself. He purses his lips, and then when Haruto begins to walk back he nods and follows along.

"There's tons of books here, something must have info for you." He follows along behind, poking books on the shelves as he walks by. The idea of stuff in his future being history kind of bothers him, but he hasn't really had a chance to think about it.

[ringwizard]

"I certainly hope not," Haruto drawls, "that might be a kind of weird thing to find out." He lets Nitoh lean on him without comment.

"I'm just confused about why they're showing up in a book about Russia," Haruto answers, and slides around one of the tables to get a look at the call numbers. "...this way," he says, after a minute, turning on his heel and pointing left.

Two more turns later, he steps into the Western European History section. "Eastern Spain, 2050," he says, to remind either Nitoh or himself, and goes to start looking.

[ringbeast]

"Nah he's way shorter than you," Nitoh says offhand, looking around. "Man, it's a shame they haven't digitized all these books yet."

He pokes through the books, trying to remind himself of the title. "What was the book you wanted? Post-Olympic something? Are you sure it wouldn't be in Eastern Europe?"

[ringwizard]

"You're telling me," Haruto answers, "I keep having to come all the way down here when something I took out references something I don't know."

"Russo-Spanish Politics," he says, and pauses from tapping spines. "It might be," he admits, "do you mind...?"

[ringbeast]

"Sure, I'll look." He jogs around the corner and starts to read the titles. He kneels down and taps them. After a moment, he calls out over the wall. "Was it 'Russo-Spanish Politics in the post-Olympic era,' cos I found that one!"

[ringwizard]

"That's the one," Haruto calls back, sliding a more general history book off of the shelf. "I'll be--at the end of the row," he continues, and turns, cradling the moderately thick hardcover in his palms as he walks back to meet Nitoh.

[ringbeast]

"Comin'." he murmurs, sliding the book off the shelf. He skims the back of the book as he walks over, not really finding anything altogether objectionable there.

He hands it to Haruto. "Here you go. Stroke your ego."

i laughed but then i cried

[ringwizard]

Haruto sets the book in his hands down on the nearest table, and takes Nitoh's offering. "Like you wouldn't be just as pumped?" he asks, as he leans back against the tabletop and cracks the book open.

He goes for the glossary, sliding his finger down the topics. "No, no, no," he says, and then stops. "Escalation of conflict after the Igualdad Incident," he reads, aloud, "page 67."

He flips, carefully, through the pages, until he gets to the right chapter. "After an initial attempt to dismantle influential equalist commune Igualdad during the 2050 Olympics was foiled by internal forces and their arms confiscated," he reads aloud, and points to himself, then continues, "Russian operatives provided arms in an attempt to weaken the Spanish government."

His brow furrows. "Three months after the close of the summer Olympics, in the flurry of recouping losses caused by the arrest of a full third of the commune's residents during the initial attack, Igualdad's political message of acceptance was forcibly silenced in a coup led by community leader Alvaro Garcin, resulting in the deaths of three hundred commune residents." Here he cuts off, the book slipping between suddenly nerveless fingers. He'd played cards with Alvaro Garcin, two nights ago.

[ringbeast]

Nitoh sees the expression on Haruto's face change as he reads aloud, and that almost gets to him more than the words. That deep, pained look in his eyes returns as if it had never left. Nitohs mouth falls open and he tries to grab Haruto's hands to keep the book from falling. "Hey, hey!"

He kneels down to pick up the book and flips back to page 67, reading for himself... "That can't be it, that can't-" That's it, though. Most of the people who Haruto had helped had died not long after. "Why the hell would they send you on a mission like that?!" He shouts, outraged.

He stands up, setting the book on a nearby table and looking at Haruto. "Hey..." he says again, more softly. His urge is to hold onto Haruto, but sensitive moments like this take a little more care. He stays silent and just watches him, mouth curved in a small bow of sorrow.

[ringwizard]

Haruto is still through Nitoh's flurry of activity, eyes distant as he relives the last week. He'd saved them for three months, and that was all. Just enough time to let them rebuild their lives a little.

'Did you think you'd protected their hopes, then?'

Dragon speaking is an icy spike thrusting against his sternum, and he presses a hand to his chest, tensing his jaw to keep from speaking. He screws his eyes shut, taking a short, tense breath. His lungs feel too tight, like he's being physically crushed. Dragon has begun thrashing around in that dark secret place where he resides, his pleased teasing broken up by echoing laughter. When he looks up at Nitoh, who is too open, too worried, he has to turn physically away, unable to bear that measure of kindness. He has to be--he has to be okay.

In a fit of uncontrollable frustration, he kicks the leg of one of the chairs at the table with as much force as he can muster. It goes clattering with a loud noise even on the carpet of the library's floor, falling backwards. He stands over it, silent, and works the fingers of his right hand into his hair, pulling. He's got to get himself under control.

[ringbeast]

He watches Haruto's expressions shift and change and he can't even be sure what it is he's seeing. When Haruto meets his eyes, something there is unsettling. But he puts it out of his mind, reaching a hand forward just as Haruto turns away.

He jumps back when the chair goes over. "Woah, Haruto..." He wants to say, calm down, he wants to say it's not that bad. But he knows that Haruto, of all people, cannot possibly take something like this lying down. "Look... It's... It's gonna be okay. Don't--" he moves forward, trying to put his hands on Haruto's shoulders, to stop him from pulling his hair out.

[ringwizard]

"It's not," Haruto snaps, voice rough with barely contained emotion, and then, more quietly, "it's not gonna be okay." Nitoh's hands settle on his shoulders, and he stiffens, momentarily rooted to the spot. Slowly, his hand slides out of his hair, and after a moment more, he shrugs Nitoh's hands off, leaning down to carefully right the chair.

As he gets it settled and straightens back up, Dragon speaks. 'I wonder if any of the children remembered your name...' He winces, as if struck, and curls his hands into fists.

"It came from inside," he says, voice flat as the implications spread themselves out before him.

[ringbeast]

He pulls his hands back, taken aback by the emotion in Haruto's voice. He feels compelled to do... something, but the last time he saw Haruto even remotely like this, all he could do was get out of the way. At least he picked the chair back up, that was a promising sign, right?

The wince doesn't escape him, though its meaning does. He peers at Haruto's face for some sign. "What... What did? What do you mean?" He heard what Haruto had read, but the totality of its meaning escaped him. The alternative, that he was talking about himself somehow, that he was talking about Dragon, was too terrible to consider.