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MONARCH: LEGACY OF MONSTERS 1.10 "Beyond Logic"
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Though Lucy had begun to relax, Keiko's own smile only wound up with tension as the other woman spoke. "Not everything out there on the surface is always so bad, you know." Not everything down here had always been sunshine and rainbows, either. Even if Vault 33 was a control vault, humanity was, to some degree, the same everywhere; nowhere could be that level of utopian without some sort of dirty secret lurking underneath. Keiko would have to see evidence to the contrary for herself in order to believe it. "Or at least, it didn't use to be."
When Lucy continued, however, Keiko's expression was quickly washed over by sympathy. "That's terrible." Truly, it was. Keiko understood the pain of losing a father all too well. More often than not, it felt like they had all lost someone by now, but she would never wish that fate upon any of the few who still hadn't.
And raiders finding their way into a vault on top of that... Keiko had to suppress a shudder at the thought. She might still dare to traverse the surface on her own, but she also had someone else to put before herself now. Despite the vaults' flaws, Hiroshi was far safer down here than he might ever be on the surface within their lifetimes, after the fate Shady Sands had met. The mere idea of her son being kidnapped - or worse - from right within the safest haven her family had managed to find, was almost too much to bear. "Do you know where he was taken?"
"It's a great place," visibly lighting up as she spoke of her home, Lucy felt her shoulders relax just a bit more as she spoke. So far she remained blissfully unaware of the fact that the vaults had not been the safe havens they were built up to be by Vault-Tec. It would be a rude awakening, one that was long overdue for the woman, "the worst people do there is forget to say thank you. It's nothing like the surface."
There was a part of her that was still grateful to have had the chance to go to the surface, it satiated the curiosity she had felt since she was a little girl and showed her just how great she had it. Lucy had always been aware, but to know and to see are two drastically different things. It was a lesson she wouldn't soon forget.
Looking around the room when Keiko gestured, Lucy swallowed thickly before she nodded slowly, "I'm trying to find my father, he's the Overseer in my vault and-"
Lucy cut herself off, a shuddering breath escaping her as she steadied her emotions. Exhaling sharply, she shook her head as if that would shake away the emotions before she spoke a bit more evenly, "well, some raiders got into our Vault and he had been kidnapped in the struggle."
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i refuse to apologize for being weird or offputting actually that's your problem i'm having a fantastic time
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"Nice characters are boring" to YOU. I love characters who no matter what, will always have genuine love for humanity in their heart. Characters who dance and laugh and sing with sincerity. Characters who believe in others, and are willing to extend a helping hand to people when no one gave them the same luxury. Characters who have gone through so much but believe, no matter what, that humanity and life is something beautiful and worth protecting
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YUYU KITAMURA as NIKO SASAKI
Dead Boy Detectives (2024 - )
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Though Keiko doesn't miss the resignation that seeps into Mako's voice, the admittances he finally begins to make, it does little to ease her back down. Not yet, anyway. "So you could do it to Asami, instead?"
The challenge hangs heavy in the air between them for a moment, before Keiko breaks the tension with a sigh. "There have been plenty of times where Korra's been alone since. The opportunity has arisen. You just don't want to do it," she points out - and, truly, her words are a mere statement of fact. Her crossed arms do slowly loosen, though, until only her hands cling to each other instead. "Keeping her in a relationship she already decided to end, without her knowledge of that fact, isn't doing her the favor it sounds like you think it is. She deserves to know the truth."
And Asami doesn't deserve to be tossed aside in favor of Korra for a second time, but Keiko's already made her stance on that more than clear.
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❝I haven't - ❞
He's not flustered, no. If the ambient temperature is any higher, it's because of the words he's gritting back. Maybe when I'm not babysitting busybody scientists for my definitely soon-to-be-ex-again or stopping the Avatar from instigating a political crisis! Have you thought of that?
The walls are closing in.
There was never anywhere to hide. Not even here, in the only promise he seems to be able to keep.
❝I know that.❞ But it's more resigned than bitter.
It all floods to the surface now, far away from the ears of those he's let down the most.
❝I messed up, okay?❞ Again. ❝But there was no way I could have told Korra in front of everyone. She'd just got back from being attacked by dark spirits, and,❞
❝I couldn't do that to her.❞
When his jaw locks back up, it's to ruminate on the way you've already hurt Asami enough twists inside.
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At first, Keiko simply waited. She could see the cogs turning in the other woman's head already, no need to rush to repeat herself, and - yes. There that recognition was.
Smiling faintly, Keiko took Lucy's proffered hand and shook it, head bowing slightly on instinct as she did. "Keiko," she answered in kind, not bothering to clarify where she was from as long as she wasn't asked. It was clearly a more complicated question for her than it was for Lucy, one way or another.
"Vault 33... I can't say I know much about it." Did they had the same sort of sordid history there as Vault 4 did? Judging from the way Keiko had caught Lucy eyeing some of the more... unique residents here, it seemed unlikely. She'd heard of control vaults before, but never actually met someone from one; maybe this made Lucy a new first.
Head tilting slightly, Keiko let her gaze sweep up and down this half of their latest additions. Her vault suit seemed to have taken its fair share of wear and tear - including clear bloodstains, at that - more so than Keiko's did even on her longest expeditions. Yet there was still a pep to her, the kind unique to those who grew up untainted by the surface's bullshit.
If home was 'where things made sense,' as Lucy said, then why stray so far from it?
Should she even ask?
In the end, the shoulds barely mattered. Keiko could never go long without letting curiosity get the better of her, after all. "However, I do know that most vault dwellers don't tend to spend much time on the surface, if any at all. Not even these ones, and they've been far more welcoming to outsiders than most," she said, gesturing to the space around them. "What brings you so far from home, Lucy?"
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In the beginning Lucy had been nothing short of elated when she realized that she and Maximus had, quite literally, fallen into a vault. Once that initial panic ebbed away, Lucy had found herself relaxing for the first time in since she had first left home. To her a vault was a safe place, a place for collaboration and healing. It could not have happened at a better time with Maximus being injured as he was and her still fighting back the remaining shakiness brought on by radiation sickness.
"I am so sorry," blinking, Lucy tried to shake back any remaining doubts that were in her mind as she looked at the stranger, "can you repeat that?"
The issue arose when she found herself staring in the face of secretiveness. So many people here were different than what she expected. Extra eyes, extra noses, extra mouths...it was the sort of thing she would have expected to see on the surface, not in a vault that was meant to be a safe haven.
Gosh, was it wrong of her to think that? Lucy swallowed back her inner doubts as she moved forward to hold out her hand for a shake. Somehow her mind managed to process the words the woman had uttered just moments ago, it was a greeting like any proper vault dweller would have offered, "I'm Lucy, I'm from Vault 33 myself so it's great to be back in one where things make sense."
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No, your job is to protect Monarch. Without you, there is no Monarch.
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I'm a scientist. I believe what the evidence tells me to be true. MARI YAMAMOTO as Keiko Miura/Randa in MONARCH: LEGACY OF MONSTERS | Season 1
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Brows raising, Keiko scoffs in disbelief. "Right. And when, exactly, is that going to be? When Korra ends up in danger, again, and her memory spontaneously decides to return on its own?" Because at this point, that's exactly what it's starting to seem like it will take.
Anyone else, and Keiko would have likely never bothered involving herself to begin with. But Asami had been the first person to show her anything more than surface-level kindness in Republic City, maybe even the first true friend she's had at all. So she can't just forget the hurt look that had once again found a home on her friend's face; can't erase the knowledge that it's far from the first time Mako, specifically, has been the one to put it there. "Believe me, I'd be more than happy to be completely uninvolved in this whole mess - but you've already hurt Asami enough."
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Just for the record, being called out while on a favour to a- friend is not what Mako signed up for here.
Does she think he had no idea the hole he's dug himself into— not just once?
It's what's sitting tight on his shoulders, doing his head in. That day. His choice; cruel honesty or saving face. One over the other. In hindsight, he's sure there were only wrong answers.
❝Look,❞
His jaw tightens. He doesn't give.
❝ not that it's any of your business, but, I'm going to.❞
Get off his case. Thank you very much.
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"You've known mine." This isn't the first time Alice has forgotten Keiko, but it's undoubtedly the most frustrating one. Every time it occurs is seemingly random, completely unpredictable. Some days that they meet, she seems to hold secrets Keiko never thought she'd ever tell; others, it's as if they've never existed to each other at all.
Why does it have to be today where everything is lost once again?
There's no time or luxury for frustration to last out here, though. Instead, hand still held loosely in Alice's, Keiko's gaze raises above the top of the girl's head to take in the space around them.
"An in between..." she echoes hollowly. The forest itself feels familiar, not much unlike the one she'd just trekked through in Kazakhstan back home. It reminds her of California, in some sense; of Redwoods near-bestial in their glory, ancient and strong in a way little of nature has managed to remain in the destructive wake of the rise of mankind. But the sky... It's brilliant, lit up with a glowing haze she's never witnessed before. Not even the auroras themselves could rival this.
A place between places. Between one lifetime and the next?
The legends of Axis Mundi rise to mind unbidden. A pole between heaven and earth. A place between places, just as Alice had said. Even that may not be quite right to describe this place, but - is there anything she already knows that truly could?
"I fell. I -" Voice stuttering out, Keiko blinks rapidly in order to hold back tears she's surprised to find rising. "I think... by any rational measures of logic, I should be dead." Gaze dropping down to their hands, Keiko turns them until Alice’s is on top, stares right at all the veins and ligaments unchanged by time. Or - not changed in the right order, perhaps more accurately. “I don’t know if that sort of rationality still has a place left here, though.”
Not the kind she's used to, at least. Whatever rules they're stuck playing by here, they're not the same ones as back home. These are rules that Alice seems to know better than Keiko could hope to, even when she's only half-aware of it.
Finally looking back at Alice, Keiko's brows furrow. "But I already was where I was meant to be." Wasn't she? Keiko had finally carved out her place in the world, devouring everything she could find on these titans with Billy. With Lee. Never mind that this same place had been exactly what sealed her doom; what sent her plummeting down here all alone, unable to be saved even by those who loved her most.
And Hiroshi. God, her son. How could she ever be meant to leave him behind? "So if there's supposed to be some sort of - greater reason why I'm here, then no, it doesn't make any sense. Why would that involve leaving everything else behind, just to bring me here?"
it's an odd place to be in, isn't it? especially for the uninitiated! but for alice, what is this place but a step between one dream and the next? for her, she's seen all sorts of maddening places and places tied together with the dreams she frequents. always different. always chaotic. always dripping of LONGING AND TERROR in ways that would have taken most down. but alice knows! a heroine, she sacrifices! she bleeds! she does everything but give in. that's what hope is, isn't it? and for a curious girl like alice liddell, she certainly hasn't found a drug quite like it, now, has she?
but what a find! another girl! likely on their own adventure of grave importance, why else would she be in a wretched place such as this one, otherwise? and it's not as if there was a place for either of them to be wary of it! after all, when nightmares creep and find themselves real, all they really had was those that might shield them in times of need. why did she have a creeping feeling that now might be such a time for a girl like this one? that fractiousness of her, as she STARED BACK AT HER as if she knew something that she didn't. and what a curious thing that was! tongue licking at the inside of her own mouth, she's got her head all tilted, teeth dragging, her blue eyes sparked. oh, oh! this meeting is fated! kismet! darling.
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"oh! you know my name!" how pleased she sounds, though she has an itching feeling of WHAT THAT MEANS. another memory that's been fractured or chipped away from things, which is for her, a regular expression of being. it's like glimpses into a chipped and falling piece of a mirror, sometimes shiny and bright, and sometimes muddy, glued, and dull. but this girl seems to be glimmering, so brightly! so why is it that she can't go reaching for the memory of it? what a frustrating thing... but that, that feeling she can swallow. after all... it's not quite becoming of a heroine, now, is it?
a hand reaches, and up, up! she pulls this mysterious woman, to her feet, as if this were nothing but a stumble in the streets of... well. where were they again? head turning to the burning, the mess of it! "well, we're in an in between. i suppose that means different things to different people. for me, i find this place between one dream and the next. or would it be one lifetime to the next? ah! i don't know. but it's in between where you're meant to be. does that MAKE SENSE with how you got here?" now she's keening! excited! what brings this woman to a place like this? oh, she must be so awfully special indeed!
- @ashesrebirthed
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Keiko has been far from Mako's biggest fan for a long time now. Ever since she'd learned of that kiss with Korra behind Asami's back, really. Still, Asami is a big girl; Korra and Mako had well and truly broken up this time, and she can make her own choices, much as Keiko may sometimes think they're stupid ones.
But then Korra came back. Oblivious to everything. And Mako...
Suffice to say, Keiko's had enough.
"Well, if you're asking..." Pushing away from her work, Keiko straightens, posture tightening to mirror his. "Stop screwing around with Asami. And Korra. You want to be with one of them? Fine, be my guest." Not that Keiko approves, per se - both can do better than a cheater, if you ask her - but she's not their mother.
Taking one step closer, then another, she doesn't bother to hold anything back. "But whatever this is? It's wrong, Mako. Tell Korra the truth, or leave them both alone."
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He sighs, surly.
Pushes off the wall. Has his arms crossed still. Mako's on defence without much conscious decision.
He's a cop, of course he's noticed the looks @chasingtitans has been throwing this way. Not really what he signed up for, but
❝Got something to say?❞
Why not.
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chasingtitans · 7 days
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"I weep because you cannot save people. You can only love them."
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jeanette winterson | there is no absolution for the fallen, only the dying | a little life by hanya yanagihara | everything everywhere all at once | vladimir nabokov | if it's love, it must be more than most
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MONARCH: LEGACY OF MONSTERS 1.10 | Beyond Logic
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Keiko does know. It would be harder not to know anything and everything about Avatar Kyoshi after a lifetime spent on island dedicated to her memory, among the ranks of warriors painting her legacy across their faces over and over again. Korra, however, pulls that particular fact back to the forefront of her mind for the first time in a long while; likely since before the chaos of her calling had even begun.
She wonders, then, if Korra can actually remember any of that. If she can feel the echoes of Kyoshi, too, when Keiko pulls out the tessen Korra's been eyeing and swings it open. Few and far between are the times that Keiko has fought with them ever since she left home, finding herself far more suited to a life dedicated to the pursuit of intellectual discovery than one trapped in the echoes of wars past - but that may be about to change all over again.
As far as Keiko knows, she is the only of her sisters to have been called by Harmonic Convergence. The only one to bring their history full circle in this way.
The weight of that realization already grows heavy, the longer she dwells on it.
"Maybe not," Keiko says simply, a quick flick of her wrist snapping the tessen shut once more. "I had already been considering it, using them both." It makes sense, after all: So much of the strategy Kyoshi Warriors live and die by involves using their opponent's force against them, redirecting the flow of battle toward one's favor in order to gain the upper hand. The element of air is, in many ways, not so different. What was the point of her upbringing if it isn't put to use wherever it can serve her?
"Avatar Aang used them as well during the war, if only briefly. Based on the stories I've heard, though, the main impact of that on our island was that girls near his age never stopped gushing over it. Some of the boys, too," Keiko shares with a small laugh. She remembers it clearly still, grandparents and village elders instantly transformed back into blushing schoolchildren whenever they reminisced on how cute or cool the Avatar had been. "Kyoshi Island has never been far removed from your legacy, but... if I'm honest, I never believed in it the same way so many of them do. I don't know why - whatever it is that caused this, why it would choose me to bring any of that back."
When Keiko meets Korra's gaze again, it's with eyes wide and vulnerably honest. Though she's the elder between them, she feels so incredibly young in this moment, searching desperately for wisdom she doesn't even expect Korra to be able to impart.
❝I can't imagine what that must feel like.❞ can't or -
Says she. She, who had practically been born bending. Whose village kin had known she was the Avatar even before she'd been told its lore; for the times she'd thoughtlessly borrowed flames out of a fire pit to suit the earthen seat she'd summoned for herself, or refrozen a lake for the mere convenience of one last skate beyond the spring solstice.
- doesn't want to.
She, of all people, would know what it's like to have your identity revolve around— hinge on bending.
And what upending that understanding completely could entail.
The emerging thought is unbearably cold. ( She's only been cold like that once. ) Tears by a cliffside, her future never more in question. She gets the distinct feeling that there’s a lesson to be learnt here. A connection, maybe, to the new airbenders’ tight grip on their old lives. Stumbling backwards from the edge.
—It's not the same. Not at all. She's the Avatar; bending is her and she is bending. To everyone else... it'd only be an uncomfortable adjustment. She screws those fists tight and lets the heat of her conviction burn through the ice crystals in her chest. ( No one can take her bending away. )
She's so off-balance she almost misses the cue. Korra hastily cups her right fist with the left; respect demands reciprocation.
The glimmer of Keiko's tessen catching sun calls to her attention as she straightens.
❝You know, Kyoshi's mother was an airbender.❞ It catches her by surprise too. One of the Earth Kingdom annals she's studied to the point of memorisation, is her guess.
❝That's where these come from. She used them to complement her airbending.❞ Muscle memory paints a clear enough picture: circular movement; fanning, then cutting the air. Circles, fully connected, like forms adapted from one bending art and inherited through blood, through one Avatar, through this weapon with more to it than novelty.
Korra spends a moment considering the fatefulness of it all.
❝...Maybe things aren't as different as you think. From before you became an airbender.❞ She hopes Keiko sees where she’s going. Distinguishing between gut feeling and headiness is a skill this Avatar’s yet to master, and attempting a more thorough description would surely only reveal the idea to be a house built out of speculation.
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