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deercountry2023-03-07 07:13 pm
tealeafs) wrote in deercountry2023-03-07 07:13 pm
(closed) march catchall
Who: Ange (entreats), Chizuru (tealeafs), Daniel (miyagimagic) and various others.
What: March shenanigans.
When: During all of March.
Where: Locations vary.
Content Warnings: Nothing right now, specific warnings will be in headers when they come up.
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entreats), Chizuru (tealeafs), Daniel (miyagimagic) and various others.What: March shenanigans.
When: During all of March.
Where: Locations vary.
Content Warnings: Nothing right now, specific warnings will be in headers when they come up.
( starters in the comments! if you want to plot anything with me, feel free to either pm the journal or contact me at
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that aside mob glances up to him, another crack in the veneer with how his lip trembles. daniel is looking at him and without disgust or anger. he isn't even afraid. how is that possible? it seems like a dream, something that can't actually be true but part of his mind wishes it was.
he's always, always thought there must be a line somewhere. accidents could hurt people, but not at this scale. there had to be a place where accident became fault. all tying into the attempt to never forget just how much damage he could do if he ever lost it- if he ever decided he wanted to. it was always too much but daniel saw it himself now and didn't think so. he said he'd still help. that mob was still welcome here.
that he could still be happy, even with daniel sitting there, in pain.
rain start to tap at the window, louder and louder. none of the dangerous winds of before, just a sudden downpour like sheets of water coming down. (98%) mob clutches his chest for a moment, head bowed. he could call makima, part of him thinks, but he's in miyagi-do where he feels safe, where daniel isn't mad at him or refusing to look at him. he sees him. he's not alone.
(99%, 100%)
mob's shoulders shake a little, a soft sound like a sob before the dam in his chest cracks. a lot of items in the room start to float, smaller items drawn into a quiet orbit around them. any plants droop as mob begins to cry in earnest. it's ugly crying, the crying of a kid who isn't trying to control it, the hiccuping sobs that make him choke and cough a little.
in fact it may be hard for daniel not to cry too, the power seeping through. it might just be crying without feeling, if it happens, like he can't control it but there's no particular grief fueling it. maybe it will be an imprint of mob's grief that daniel can feel, just how deeply, horribly sorry he is, how scared.
maybe it's daniel's own, buried however far down it is and unearthed. if he's really lucky he might feel the power wrap around him and chase away his pain, at least for this moment. sure to come back as soon as mob's power settles again, but for the moment he's just curled up and saying,] I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
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Though that's exactly the sort of thing that drives Daniel to action. It always has. And the sudden disappearance of the pain in his body - not even leaving behind a dull pain, but instead the sensation of nothing at all - helps the man to actually move. It's something his body is definitely going to regret once the pain returns, but Daniel isn't thinking about that right now. The boy who ran out into a typhoon to save a girl never thought about that decision either, after all, despite potential deadly consequences.
So the man suddenly sits up with a speed that shouldn't be possible for a guy with his kind of injury, but as long as he's not feeling the pain, he can force himself up, force himself to lean over and wrap his arms around the boy sitting there in the chair, pulling Mob against his chest, holding him tightly. There's even more risk than the sudden return of the pain, since if even one of the objects crashes into his back, Daniel would just black out again entirely-- but that's another thing he's not thinking about.
Especially not when such a strong feeling hits him while he's holding Mob. Different from the physical pain. Instead it's something deeper, more emotional, and Daniel knows that it's got to be Mob's feelings in this moment, but at the same time it somehow feels like his own. Like there's a strange moment where he isn't quite sure where his own emotions end and Mob's begin.
It's so familiar, after all. The regret. The fear. The guilt.
Everything you taught me-- I did the opposite! I did everything wrong!
A teenage boy, shirt covered in blood, frantically pacing back and forth, on the verge of tears.
I feel like the whole damn world is coming down on me! And it's all my fault-- I did it myself!
It's been so long. Daniel hasn't even thought back on that moment in a long, long time, but it's drawn right back to the forefront of his mind right now, like the echo of that moment is too similar to Mob's own feelings that the boy's powers latch onto it, draw it out.
I'm so sorry, mister Miyagi-- when I first started out, I never meant for it to end up the way that it did.
It's too overwhelming. The feeling washes over him due to Mob's powers, and Daniel breathes deeply, shakily. It's not even just his own memory, it's just.. Mob's feelings are too overwhelming, and knowing that such a young kid is dealing with all of this is too overwhelming, and he should be doing more about this, but he can't, because he's not mister Miyagi, he can't make it right the way that man always could.
Still, he doesn't let go of Mob, not even when the tears start coming silently. ]
Don't apologize, Shigeo. [ Daniel somehow manages to force out words between all of it all the same. Because he has to. He wants Mob to hear this, he wants it to get through to him, before the guilt crushes the poor boy. ] You didn't mean for any of this. You didn't want this. I-- I know.
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mob's too far gone to think about the fact daniel should not be moving right now, completely engulfed in the grief he's been trying to keep at bay. it's not like at black vinegar, where his energy has an outlet in trying to fix what he broke. he can't fix daniel (well, he probably could but his now deepened aversion to his powers keeps that inclination away, like his powers had no place near daniel's damaged body just to make things worse,) he can't fix all the destruction, he can't undo what he did or what he remembers of it.
so there's just this, helpless sorrow at being unable to change. maybe things were better before he started considering his feelings more. would this have happened then? did it matter, if miss makima really could-
daniel wrapping around him makes him hiccup and then clutch daniel's shirt. he's deep enough in it all he doesn't feel shame for just crying into daniel's chest, accepting the comfort for what it was. frankly daniel has now been touched by his intense powers enough he might get one of those tiny, fun side effects like being able to see the stronger ghosts around, so enjoy that if so daniel. at the moment though the rain begins to slow just a bit, mob's breathing a little more manageable. just a bit.]
I thought I killed you. I thought- I'm so glad you're okay, sensei. If you had-
he swallows as he pulls back and tries to rub at his face, tears still leaking out, breath still hitching. one hand is clenched in daniel's shirt sleeve like he'll slip away.] Ah sensei... you- you should be lying down!
[the energy is still pretty charged in the air, mob's tone is even purely open and worried for once, frantic with that concern.]
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[ Daniel sounds kind of genuinely catch off guard himself by the other's latter words. There's so much to be distracted by here, after all. Mostly just by the boy himself, by the way Daniel's heart aches at the sound of Mob's sobbing, by the way he wants to keep holding him like this and attempt to make everything alright for the boy somehow.
But then there's also the side-effects of Mob's powers being just a little too strong in Daniel's presence, and when he opens his eyes for a brief moment mid-hug he sure can see a flash of something that his brain definitely can't process right now, especially when he looks at his Omen..
.. but then Mob's words slam Daniel right back down to reality, perhaps only now realising himself he probably shouldn't be doing this. Even though it feels impossible to pull back from such a devastated kid at the same time. ]
A-Alright, alright, hold on..!
[ There. Look? He's moving! He's lying back down! The pain hasn't returned yet with the way Mob's power still crackles in the air, but that's a problem for the Daniel of the future. The Daniel of a few moments ahead. Right now he just hopes him lying down reassures Mob. ]
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See? I'm fine.
[ Maybe.. 'fine' is a big word...
But maybe he means a relative kind of fine, since Daniel is very well aware just how narrowly he must have escaped death back there. He's fine compared to this alternate universe dead Daniel. ]
I'll probably be out of bed in a week, maybe two. Then it will be as if nothing ever happened. And I sure won't think back on it and linger on it if you won't. [ I-Is that thought enough to calm down Mob.. Before this power gets any weirder.. ]
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Can- can I help? I'm getting better at chores. [he offers, a little hiccup as the items start slowly lowering. his expression grows more closed as the last of the static in the air pops, though his eyes are red and puffy and he generally looks like a mess otherwise.
it's marginally better than the totally blank look of before.] I- I'll try not to. Um, I don't want to linger, but I don't want to forget it could happen again.
And... I'm sorry. I should have been more honest with you, about everything. [not that this could have been predicted but still. daniel was a good sensei. he was a good guy, even.]
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[ He wants to say more. Especially something addressing those last parts too, since they're even more important, but as Mob's power is slowly retreating, it sure makes the pain in Daniel's back return as well..
Which sure is a thing to suddenly be hit by after not feeling it at all for a few moments. Not to mention that the man only made it worse by actually moving up to hug Mob. The wave of pain is almost too much, though Daniel impressively manages to not make his face distort too much. It's mostly reflected in the way he suddenly frowns in pain, the way he squeezes Mob's hands a little without intending to do so.
Okay, okay, he can-- he can address all the other stuff he wanted to say in a moment, just-- ]
S-Shigeo. Can you--
[ He looks like it's even hard for him to just talk right now. ]
Can you hand me those painkillers? Please. On-- On the nightstand.
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[he quickly goes to get the bottle, the burst of worry making his hair lift a little as he hastily does as daniel asks.
then hovers uselessly but hey, the worry on his face is a little muted but very much present.] Here. Should I get someone?
[why does he keep breaking his sensei, is the thing. whoops.]
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Anything for some relief, really. Even as Daniel knows it won't kick in instantly. At least he now knows it'll come eventually as he closes the bottle again to avoid spilling the rest of the pills all across his bed. ]
It's fine. I'm-- I'll be fine.
[ He just needs a few moments. And the last thing he wants to do here is worry poor Mob further, so he tries to smile a little despite the pain making him feel like he's about to burst. ]
Sorry. Your sensei is kind of an idiot, huh.
[ Maybe he should've thought about this inevitable consequence before moving up to hug Mob.. But how could he resist when the boy seemed like he needed some reassurance so badly? Sad kids are Daniel's biggest weakness. ]
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No, you just think more about others than yourself. [blunt, just spoken like an obvious truth. still a bit of fretting as he regards daniel but okay. okay good.]
But right now you really need to think of yourself first, sensei. Please.
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Granted, it's not like this is a truth about him that Daniel doesn't technically already know, deep down. It's not even that surprising to hear that Mob has realised it too, but that's the thing about people who are a little more quiet than most, right? They also tend to be more perceptive.
Daniel exhales. ]
I will. I am. [ He's staying in bed like a good sensei! .. even if it's just because he literally can't get up without being in immense pain. Case in point: what he's suffering right now just for that momentary hug.
He manages to move his arm, at least, holding out his hand towards Mob as if he's wordlessly asking the boy to hold it. ]
But you should do the same. Or I'm going to worry the entire time about you blaming yourself too much, you know..? [ Spoilers: he's probably going to do that anyway. ] You can cut one of the bonsai in the dojo, if you'd like to meditate to try and feel a little more calm.
[ It's not like Daniel is going to be able to do it himself any time soon, after all. :( ]
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daniel's answer gets a tiny, barely there smile of gratitude, the fact he'll try at least.] It's harder than people think, isn't it? It's easier to think of other people rather than yourself sometimes.
[especially if you're just repressing and ignoring large chunks of yourself. surely daniel doesn't understand that.]
Ah, I'll try. [he does promise, earnest and a little less placid and flat than before. more normal levels, so... there's him trying.] I thought... well, that people wouldn't want to be near me. But everyone's so- so kind. I think some of them even kind of understand.
[like peter, deku, maybe even jun to some extent. bonsai cutting gets a tiny nod before he looks up from his hands again.] ... can I visit more too? While you're recovering.
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On the other hand.. well, it's not like this guy over here doesn't know the downsides of repressing stuff, huh.
Unsure of what specifically to say to that, he instead focuses on the last thing. On what he can do here, even with a broken back, and that's just-- reassuring Mob. ]
Of course. You can visit as many times as you want. Come every single day, if you'd like. [ Especially when it feels like Daniel might still be here for a while, recovering like this. Even with his squid body having prevented the worst, it's still a long road to feeling normal again. ] I'm always glad to see you, you know?