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Blood. Slick across the landscape, across the deck, across the surface of the satellite. Across the blades around him, on his young body.
So much chaos it was nearly blinding.
Mad laughter melded into sobbing, which itself turned toward screams of rage and the begging of terror.
A crackle of thunder.
More screams, this time with a higher pitch, overshadowed by a far deeper roar of absolute rage.
The flash of lightning, this time piercing the dark in far greater capacities, showing something within. A black sphere, covered in red markings he knew all too well.
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"GET OUT! GET AWAY!"
The screams pierced the night as a hand pulsating with silver light curled into a fist, its owner turning to face the being that had shaken him by his shoulder in the hopes of waking him up.
The knuckles met with hard bark before he could see what he was aiming at. They stayed there, with him shocked, but nonetheless shaking as much as the rest of him, the man sweating profusely.
"Naito, it's me," said a soft, concerned voice that was a bit contorted by residual pain from the strike, light green eyes looking toward his wild blue ones, her green skin a comparison to his fair complexion. By the look of her, with her relatively unkempt black hair, she had just woken up from her time on his bed, and come over to him on the couch.
The white-haired young man's crazed expression melted into fear, then into sadness and shame as the light faded away.
It was the dead of night. The young woman with him wore a black, short-sleeved T-shirt with a design on the front, that of a robotic arm that was entangled in vines, a bright light for a cannon in its outstretched palm. Despite how he did not like to be around people, he did find her rather good looking, and enjoyed her presence, from her appearance to her inventive mind. He did not look further, but knew she likely was not sleeping fully dressed, and would not look in his state, though he himself was shirtless to sleep.
"What's wrong?" Kara Newton allowed the magic of the barkskin to dissolve, the armor to disappear alongside it. She had experienced his reactions before, his intense responses to being startled. She had decided to sleep at his ship due to working on a project together late into the night. While she had been invited to take the bed in his room, he had slept on the couch, owing to his tossing and turning, not to mention muttering in his sleep. As it seemed, he hadn't had much concern for comfort one way or the other.
Rather than even move, the Moon Tribesman had met her question with silence, seemingly not having responded at all. Kara knew that he was a quiet man, mostly keeping to himself. She found some comfort in that, odd as he was. Sure, some may see him as worthy of fear, from his behavior to the mismatched wings on his back that he usually kept hidden, but she just wanted to help, seeing the pain behind those eyes, the haunted nature. She knew something had hurt him, and wanted to help if she could.
It appeared that he was more comfortable talking with her than with other people. Be it due to their mutual suffering in their own ways or due to their bonding over their work, he appeared more willing to talk for extended periods around her alone, longer than the short sentences or one-word responses he gave to others.
Even so, she knew that there was something he hid from her, something that he did not like to explain. She had her problems with fire, and he had issues with something else. They each had their demons to deal with. She just wished that she could help him to be less sad all of the time, at least in avenues beyond their engineering and magical work together.
The engineer sighed, and turned to go back to sleep. She knew he needed his space in times like this, or in the least he did not argue against having it. She couldn't help him unless he wanted it, anyway.
"... need to be more careful."
The words gave the nature-bound engineer pause, and she turned back in his direction. First, she looked over her shoulder, then turned back around, taking a step in his direction. "Careful about what?" Her words remained soft, but mostly because she did not want to upset him again. "About who?"
He did not answer for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. After that, however, he kept looking down, not meeting her gaze. "... I like traveling with you, but I don't want to take unnecessary risks."
In spite of her concern, Kara thought this was an important element to get across, one he seemed to be intentionally hiding but she needed for him to just spit out. "But what risks? Who are you talking about? Is someone coming? Do you need me to do something to help?" She knew that he tended to talk in his sleep, to draw out odd elements of things happening in other places while dreaming as a form of his species's inborn clairvoyance that he could not intentionally access. Was something coming closer?
A shake of his head. "I'm not telling you what to do. I couldn't tell you what to do, even if I tried. But if--" He paused again, trying to find out how to say this. "For me to stay with you, I can't keep poking my head up and looking around at random. If I go to the wrong place, someone is going to cave in my skull. I don't know when, I don't know how, but it will happen. And... and if you are with me when that happens, you are going to die with me for..." He trailed off there for a moment, then continued again. "There... there are people... are things, who would spread my guts out on the floor if they could get their hands on me now, if they knew where I was, how to get to me. I factor that into everything I do, all of my thinking everywhere we go. Everywhere I've been as long as I can remember, I've been looking over my shoulder, so it's not fair to you that I have this target on me because we are linked like this now."
There he paused, as if waiting for an answer. Kara took the opportunity to step a bit closer, slowly approach once more. He did need help, and maybe if she could sit with him, he could feel better, and perhaps go to sleep again a little calmer. She knew it was a pipe dream, that he never slept well, but maybe she could give him some comfort for at least a little while. She wouldn't deny what he was saying was beginning to cut deeply into her, though. Annoyance was turning to something worse, slowly but surely.
"I know I don't talk much, but... I just need you to understand me a little better." He sighed. "I don't... I don't people very well. I know this. It's been a long time since I've had a lot of practice. You help me, but I have to be careful about who I talk with, what I do."
"Naito, just tell me. What are you saying?" Her tone was admittedly a bit more biting than she intended, but he did not seem to react much, still not even looking in her direction.
"As much as I can have friends, I like you, alright? I like you a lot." What did he mean by that? How much was he talking, just best friend material? Well, if he was talking about something more, it was very... him in his style of admission.
Then he finished his thought. "But if we can't be careful enough... I have to go."
A torrent of emotions began beating at a dam within Kara's heart. Sadness at the idea of him leaving. Despair at feeling helpless to stop him. Aggravation at how hard it was to get a word out of him about any of this before. Concern for his wellbeing. Anger at him for pushing this on her. How could he not trust her to help him? How could he treat this all like she couldn't help at all, like there was nothing she could do, when he wouldn't even explain himself in full? Was she such a weakness, some damsel in distress?
"Do you have to go, or do you want to go?" The venom in her words was much more evident, brought about by her worry. "'Cause from what I'm hearing, you aren't just having trouble with communication. You blatantly don't understand the idea of friendship, of people willing to go out and defend you, to kick some a** and beat back whatever it is that keeps you up at night. If you don't trust m--"
"That's not my point!" Naito's head shot up, his face looking straight at her, his eyes narrowed through bloodshot eyes long done with crying.
"Is it, though?" The young woman crossed her arms under her chest, eyes narrowed in turn, tears welling up there as well. She hated feeling like this, like she couldn't do anything at all.
"Yes!" A clenched fist, knuckles starting to lighten from the pressure, slammed down on the back of the couch, even as his tone softened from the shouting. "If I care for you at all, others will know where you are, and they can get to me, to us. If they find us, you'll just be put down alongside me."
The green-skinned woman breathed in, then out, trying to calm herself down before things got violent. "Nai," she said in her softer tone, using her nickname for him to try to show how she felt. "Unfortunately, you don't get to choose who cares for you. It's not a choice you get to make. I know you're new to this, but you can either accept it or--"
The Moon Tribesman threw his hands up in frustration. "We're talking around each other. That's not what I'm arguing. All I am saying is that if we do stick together, we have to be more careful about who we talk with, who we let know about us."
"What do you want?" Her hands dropped to her sides once more. "I don't like not knowing about things either, just like you. It's part of why we work together well. But if we don't talk to people, we won't learn what they know, how to move forward." She sighed as well, getting more upset. "I thought you said you liked hanging out, that we were friends."
"The problem with friends," he said, looking down at the couch again, "is that you have to care about them."
"Wow." Finally, Kara had had enough of this conversation. "Just wow. Real cool, Naito!" She turned around, stomping off toward the bedroom without another word.
The white-haired young man just buried his face in a cushion, screaming into it to muffle his voice. He had no idea what he was supposed to say, what to do. It wasn't that he didn't trust her.
He didn't have faith in anything.
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Black Moon
Blood. Slick across the landscape, across the deck, across the surface of the satellite. Across the blades around him, on his young body.
So much chaos it was nearly blinding.
Mad laughter melded into sobbing, which itself turned toward screams of rage and the begging of terror.
A crackle of thunder.
More screams, this time with a higher pitch, overshadowed by a far deeper roar of absolute rage.
The flash of lightning, this time piercing the dark in far greater capacities, showing something within. A black sphere, covered in red markings he knew all too well.
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"GET OUT! GET AWAY!"
The screams pierced the night as a hand pulsating with silver light curled into a fist, its owner turning to face the being that had shaken him by his shoulder in the hopes of waking him up.
The knuckles met with hard bark before he could see what he was aiming at. They stayed there, with him shocked, but nonetheless shaking as much as the rest of him, the man sweating profusely.
"Naito, it's me," said a soft, concerned voice that was a bit contorted by residual pain from the strike, light green eyes looking toward his wild blue ones, her green skin a comparison to his fair complexion. By the look of her, with her relatively unkempt black hair, she had just woken up from her time on his bed, and come over to him on the couch.
The white-haired young man's crazed expression melted into fear, then into sadness and shame as the light faded away.
It was the dead of night. The young woman with him wore a black, short-sleeved T-shirt with a design on the front, that of a robotic arm that was entangled in vines, a bright light for a cannon in its outstretched palm. Despite how he did not like to be around people, he did find her rather good looking, and enjoyed her presence, from her appearance to her inventive mind. He did not look further, but knew she likely was not sleeping fully dressed, and would not look in his state, though he himself was shirtless to sleep.
"What's wrong?" Kara Newton allowed the magic of the barkskin to dissolve, the armor to disappear alongside it. She had experienced his reactions before, his intense responses to being startled. She had decided to sleep at his ship due to working on a project together late into the night. While she had been invited to take the bed in his room, he had slept on the couch, owing to his tossing and turning, not to mention muttering in his sleep. As it seemed, he hadn't had much concern for comfort one way or the other.
Rather than even move, the Moon Tribesman had met her question with silence, seemingly not having responded at all. Kara knew that he was a quiet man, mostly keeping to himself. She found some comfort in that, odd as he was. Sure, some may see him as worthy of fear, from his behavior to the mismatched wings on his back that he usually kept hidden, but she just wanted to help, seeing the pain behind those eyes, the haunted nature. She knew something had hurt him, and wanted to help if she could.
It appeared that he was more comfortable talking with her than with other people. Be it due to their mutual suffering in their own ways or due to their bonding over their work, he appeared more willing to talk for extended periods around her alone, longer than the short sentences or one-word responses he gave to others.
Even so, she knew that there was something he hid from her, something that he did not like to explain. She had her problems with fire, and he had issues with something else. They each had their demons to deal with. She just wished that she could help him to be less sad all of the time, at least in avenues beyond their engineering and magical work together.
The engineer sighed, and turned to go back to sleep. She knew he needed his space in times like this, or in the least he did not argue against having it. She couldn't help him unless he wanted it, anyway.
"... need to be more careful."
The words gave the nature-bound engineer pause, and she turned back in his direction. First, she looked over her shoulder, then turned back around, taking a step in his direction. "Careful about what?" Her words remained soft, but mostly because she did not want to upset him again. "About who?"
He did not answer for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. After that, however, he kept looking down, not meeting her gaze. "... I like traveling with you, but I don't want to take unnecessary risks."
In spite of her concern, Kara thought this was an important element to get across, one he seemed to be intentionally hiding but she needed for him to just spit out. "But what risks? Who are you talking about? Is someone coming? Do you need me to do something to help?" She knew that he tended to talk in his sleep, to draw out odd elements of things happening in other places while dreaming as a form of his species's inborn clairvoyance that he could not intentionally access. Was something coming closer?
A shake of his head. "I'm not telling you what to do. I couldn't tell you what to do, even if I tried. But if--" He paused again, trying to find out how to say this. "For me to stay with you, I can't keep poking my head up and looking around at random. If I go to the wrong place, someone is going to cave in my skull. I don't know when, I don't know how, but it will happen. And... and if you are with me when that happens, you are going to die with me for..." He trailed off there for a moment, then continued again. "There... there are people... are things, who would spread my guts out on the floor if they could get their hands on me now, if they knew where I was, how to get to me. I factor that into everything I do, all of my thinking everywhere we go. Everywhere I've been as long as I can remember, I've been looking over my shoulder, so it's not fair to you that I have this target on me because we are linked like this now."
There he paused, as if waiting for an answer. Kara took the opportunity to step a bit closer, slowly approach once more. He did need help, and maybe if she could sit with him, he could feel better, and perhaps go to sleep again a little calmer. She knew it was a pipe dream, that he never slept well, but maybe she could give him some comfort for at least a little while. She wouldn't deny what he was saying was beginning to cut deeply into her, though. Annoyance was turning to something worse, slowly but surely.
"I know I don't talk much, but... I just need you to understand me a little better." He sighed. "I don't... I don't people very well. I know this. It's been a long time since I've had a lot of practice. You help me, but I have to be careful about who I talk with, what I do."
"Naito, just tell me. What are you saying?" Her tone was admittedly a bit more biting than she intended, but he did not seem to react much, still not even looking in her direction.
"As much as I can have friends, I like you, alright? I like you a lot." What did he mean by that? How much was he talking, just best friend material? Well, if he was talking about something more, it was very... him in his style of admission.
Then he finished his thought. "But if we can't be careful enough... I have to go."
A torrent of emotions began beating at a dam within Kara's heart. Sadness at the idea of him leaving. Despair at feeling helpless to stop him. Aggravation at how hard it was to get a word out of him about any of this before. Concern for his wellbeing. Anger at him for pushing this on her. How could he not trust her to help him? How could he treat this all like she couldn't help at all, like there was nothing she could do, when he wouldn't even explain himself in full? Was she such a weakness, some damsel in distress?
"Do you have to go, or do you want to go?" The venom in her words was much more evident, brought about by her worry. "'Cause from what I'm hearing, you aren't just having trouble with communication. You blatantly don't understand the idea of friendship, of people willing to go out and defend you, to kick some a** and beat back whatever it is that keeps you up at night. If you don't trust m--"
"That's not my point!" Naito's head shot up, his face looking straight at her, his eyes narrowed through bloodshot eyes long done with crying.
"Is it, though?" The young woman crossed her arms under her chest, eyes narrowed in turn, tears welling up there as well. She hated feeling like this, like she couldn't do anything at all.
"Yes!" A clenched fist, knuckles starting to lighten from the pressure, slammed down on the back of the couch, even as his tone softened from the shouting. "If I care for you at all, others will know where you are, and they can get to me, to us. If they find us, you'll just be put down alongside me."
The green-skinned woman breathed in, then out, trying to calm herself down before things got violent. "Nai," she said in her softer tone, using her nickname for him to try to show how she felt. "Unfortunately, you don't get to choose who cares for you. It's not a choice you get to make. I know you're new to this, but you can either accept it or--"
The Moon Tribesman threw his hands up in frustration. "We're talking around each other. That's not what I'm arguing. All I am saying is that if we do stick together, we have to be more careful about who we talk with, who we let know about us."
"What do you want?" Her hands dropped to her sides once more. "I don't like not knowing about things either, just like you. It's part of why we work together well. But if we don't talk to people, we won't learn what they know, how to move forward." She sighed as well, getting more upset. "I thought you said you liked hanging out, that we were friends."
"The problem with friends," he said, looking down at the couch again, "is that you have to care about them."
"Wow." Finally, Kara had had enough of this conversation. "Just wow. Real cool, Naito!" She turned around, stomping off toward the bedroom without another word.
The white-haired young man just buried his face in a cushion, screaming into it to muffle his voice. He had no idea what he was supposed to say, what to do. It wasn't that he didn't trust her.
He didn't have faith in anything.