[Jin sends his location on the magitek's tracker. The labyrinth itself's not mapped out-- that'd be far, far too easy-- but it should be something to see the little pinprick of light that is Kung Jin moving, a comforting if not yet physical presence.]
I'm pretty close.
think i gotta make a few more turns.
[There's not much for another few minutes, until Jin, looking about and looking slightly confused, rounds a corner-- without yet spotting Giorno.]
I'm pretty close.
think i gotta make a few more turns.
[There's not much for another few minutes, until Jin, looking about and looking slightly confused, rounds a corner-- without yet spotting Giorno.]
Edited (would b great if i could html) 2017-08-02 23:51 (UTC)
[The joy may be gone out of him, but Achilles is no less proud, nor any less beautiful, still as statuesque a figure after all of this time.]
And I you, Achilles, son of Peleus. [The smile on his face is one weighed down by melancholy. He's read the stories. He knows what Achilles returns to, and it's hardly a pleasant return that awaits him.]
The timeline's really sending you home now? You can't stay-- not for a little longer?
[It seems as if they've only just gotten to see, if not completely eye to eye, as close as they could've come to it.]
And I you, Achilles, son of Peleus. [The smile on his face is one weighed down by melancholy. He's read the stories. He knows what Achilles returns to, and it's hardly a pleasant return that awaits him.]
The timeline's really sending you home now? You can't stay-- not for a little longer?
[It seems as if they've only just gotten to see, if not completely eye to eye, as close as they could've come to it.]
god jin's inbox is 99% his boyfriend and his rowdy children
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pummelling
2017-08-25 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not after last time he won't.]
Nope. We're gonna do something else.
Do you want to sit and meditate? Or do you want to hit me. Honest question.
Nope. We're gonna do something else.
Do you want to sit and meditate? Or do you want to hit me. Honest question.
Not a punishment. [He's not your subject nin wtf] A spar.
You're under a lot of pressure, aren't you? You'll release some of that, either way.
[anyone with eyes could see that tbh.]
Amends'll come soon enough.
You're under a lot of pressure, aren't you? You'll release some of that, either way.
[anyone with eyes could see that tbh.]
Amends'll come soon enough.
[He's quiet as the admission settles in the air.
There isn't a whole lot he can say in response to that, is there? Words have only failed him every time he's dealt with Prince Ninurrta, and the offer of a fight-- to release your anger, Jin thinks, make you amendable to reason.)-- has fallen just as flat.
Maybe this'll work. Maybe it'll do better, even if he knows it's a risk. Jin reaches for the younger boy's shoulder, his grip steady but not firm. A reassuring presence, he hopes.]
... And you're a good friend to her.
There isn't a whole lot he can say in response to that, is there? Words have only failed him every time he's dealt with Prince Ninurrta, and the offer of a fight-- to release your anger, Jin thinks, make you amendable to reason.)-- has fallen just as flat.
Maybe this'll work. Maybe it'll do better, even if he knows it's a risk. Jin reaches for the younger boy's shoulder, his grip steady but not firm. A reassuring presence, he hopes.]
... And you're a good friend to her.
Edited 2017-08-25 21:49 (UTC)
You misunderstand. If I think of her as a friend, I will fail in my duties as her lord.
[ it's difficult, everything is poised on the edge of a knife and he's already cutting himself to ribbons, trying to hold onto it. trying to prevent dangerous and hurts, and coming to make them worse. this is ruinous.
( what is even worse, is the way his body traitorously leans into jin's touch. ) ]
The consequences of failing her would be... dire.
[ it's difficult, everything is poised on the edge of a knife and he's already cutting himself to ribbons, trying to hold onto it. trying to prevent dangerous and hurts, and coming to make them worse. this is ruinous.
( what is even worse, is the way his body traitorously leans into jin's touch. ) ]
The consequences of failing her would be... dire.
What, so you're just going to keep yourself from feeling?
[Duty nothing. Friendship is friendship. Jin squeezes Ninurrta's arm gently, his body leaning in closer and turning inward-- he's listening carefully, as if all of him's focused on the younger boy.]
Being a leader and caring aren't mutually exclusive. She can be both. You won't fail her.
[Nin seems to only curl into himself. Jin tries again, now supporting both of his arms with his hands. His voice drops in volume, quiet, tentative. It's almost childish. But he needs it, Jin figures.]
You know--
I'm your friend, too.
[Duty nothing. Friendship is friendship. Jin squeezes Ninurrta's arm gently, his body leaning in closer and turning inward-- he's listening carefully, as if all of him's focused on the younger boy.]
Being a leader and caring aren't mutually exclusive. She can be both. You won't fail her.
[Nin seems to only curl into himself. Jin tries again, now supporting both of his arms with his hands. His voice drops in volume, quiet, tentative. It's almost childish. But he needs it, Jin figures.]
You know--
I'm your friend, too.
I don't want to --
[ Feel.
Feeling means fracturing, and Ninurrta has been fracturing over and over, barely holding himself together. His arrival to Oska had been on the heels of such terrible knowledge, shaking his foundations to their core. That he is no prince, that worse yet, he is a traitor to his father and to the Merkavan throne. He saved her. That girl, Caladbolg's agent who held him against his will, who he should have killed. He had been... so close, nearly able to go through with it. Such a weak-hearted boy.
There had been the smallest chance; he could have gone home. He'd failed himself, and his father. He'd failed others, even here. Turned them aside, lost whatever had been growing between them. However fragile it had been. ]
I just --
[ He falters, and seems prepared to wrench himself out of Jin's hands. But. It's just... it's been so long. ]
I just want to be liked. I want...
[ ? ]
😏
Edited 2017-08-31 06:36 (UTC)
[Jin's jewelcomm goes off, and as soon as he registers who's sent him a message, he looks up...
and over at Asher
literally sitting beside him???]
You're sitting right next to me, Asher.
and over at Asher
literally sitting beside him???]
You're sitting right next to me, Asher.
[In response, Asher simply looks up at Jin, sporting a mischievous expression.]
😊
[He says nothing as he glances downward, at his Magitek, sending another unnecessary and indecipherable symbol-]
🍆
😊
[He says nothing as he glances downward, at his Magitek, sending another unnecessary and indecipherable symbol-]
🍆
[god. Jin rolls his eyes.]
😑
[at the second he is CHUCKLING AND SLAPPING HIM ON THE ARM, THOUGH...]
💀
😑
[at the second he is CHUCKLING AND SLAPPING HIM ON THE ARM, THOUGH...]
💀
[At that he just CRACKS TF UP and continues with this bullshit l m f]
👉👌
?
👉👌
?
[The boy hesitates in Jin's grasp, seeming to pull away but stopping, waiting. The answer's all in the negative space-- a cry for help, however feebly voiced, deserves some answer. Some action. (He'd been angry years ago. Raiden had allowed him to fight, let loose his muscles wound up tight like springs, feel the harsh strikes of real combat-- but he had also stopped to listen. He'd been there, a solid presence when there was little else for a teenage runaway to hang onto.)
And, well, what else is he supposed to do with Ninurrta breaking down in front of him?]
Hey. C'mon.
[Jin pulls Ninurrta in closer, holding the younger boy in a tight embrace.]
You're gonna be fine.
And, well, what else is he supposed to do with Ninurrta breaking down in front of him?]
Hey. C'mon.
[Jin pulls Ninurrta in closer, holding the younger boy in a tight embrace.]
You're gonna be fine.
[He's not even going to dignify that with a magitek response. Jin huffs, shaking his head (but he at least sounds vaguely amused)....]
Use your big boy words.
Use your big boy words.
[ His hands crawl, like wicked things, wrapping around his throat, his jaw. Fingers digging in, as though he's prepared to strangle himself to prevent this raw, unfettered emotion from overtaking him. He's known his mother to place pins in her shoes, to grind her heel upon them when she feels tears prick at her eyes, so that she would instead bare her fangs against those who came to besmirch her reputation.
Instead, he clutches at the front of his uniform - Audentes-issued black, over the well-kept remains of the clothes he had brought from his own world. He clings to it, as Jin drags his stiff-shouldered, shaking form into an embrace.
The
The sound
He makes such a sound.
Shrill, rasping. A weak little cry, as his entire body curls in around itself, his head bowing and shoulders rising sharply, face pressed against Jin's sternum sharply. The girl, Caladbolg's agent, had held him like this, moments before he had tumbled through the rift and out of her grasp. She had told him there, there in the wake of his world's crumbling around him. Dead assassins, speared on blood-slick ice. The knowledge that he could never, ever go home upon pain of death, now. His father's final rejection (and oh, how that wound had opened when he had been rejected once more, by one who he had told resembled his father, foolishly, stupidly -- rejected for choosing Hayame, for defending her the way he had defended Siana; such a weak, stupid prince ).
He sobs for some time, a building thing that chokes him throughout every rasping cry. Undone, by the most simple act of kindness.
When he finally seems to settle, his hands hold Jin's shirt, his face pressed into the material ( sorry ) and he begins to uncurl from the knot of misery that he'd become. When he looks up, he -- he hasn't stopped crying, but the tears are silent now. They just won't stop flowing; it's been a lifetime of hurt, building and building. ]
Jin.
[ He says his name, and sounds impossibly young. Small. More the boy that he is than the adult he's expected to me. ]
I want my mom.
Instead, he clutches at the front of his uniform - Audentes-issued black, over the well-kept remains of the clothes he had brought from his own world. He clings to it, as Jin drags his stiff-shouldered, shaking form into an embrace.
The
The sound
He makes such a sound.
Shrill, rasping. A weak little cry, as his entire body curls in around itself, his head bowing and shoulders rising sharply, face pressed against Jin's sternum sharply. The girl, Caladbolg's agent, had held him like this, moments before he had tumbled through the rift and out of her grasp. She had told him there, there in the wake of his world's crumbling around him. Dead assassins, speared on blood-slick ice. The knowledge that he could never, ever go home upon pain of death, now. His father's final rejection (and oh, how that wound had opened when he had been rejected once more, by one who he had told resembled his father, foolishly, stupidly -- rejected for choosing Hayame, for defending her the way he had defended Siana; such a weak, stupid prince ).
He sobs for some time, a building thing that chokes him throughout every rasping cry. Undone, by the most simple act of kindness.
When he finally seems to settle, his hands hold Jin's shirt, his face pressed into the material ( sorry ) and he begins to uncurl from the knot of misery that he'd become. When he looks up, he -- he hasn't stopped crying, but the tears are silent now. They just won't stop flowing; it's been a lifetime of hurt, building and building. ]
Jin.
[ He says his name, and sounds impossibly young. Small. More the boy that he is than the adult he's expected to me. ]
I want my mom.
Hello Jin.
I have been informed that I am to return to my own timeline, for the sake of stability of my own time. I will be leaving shortly, but I felt that I should message you before I do so.
I am glad we met. I am glad that you have come so far, in accepting others and yourself. I hope you can continue to practice meditation... And I have a request for you. If possible, I would be indebted to you if you could continue to teach others in my stead, should they need it. Even if it is difficult. Even if you do not think they deserve it. Conquer anger with non-anger. Conquer badness with goodness. Conquer meanness with generosity. Conquer dishonesty with truth.
Thank you, Jin.
I have been informed that I am to return to my own timeline, for the sake of stability of my own time. I will be leaving shortly, but I felt that I should message you before I do so.
I am glad we met. I am glad that you have come so far, in accepting others and yourself. I hope you can continue to practice meditation... And I have a request for you. If possible, I would be indebted to you if you could continue to teach others in my stead, should they need it. Even if it is difficult. Even if you do not think they deserve it. Conquer anger with non-anger. Conquer badness with goodness. Conquer meanness with generosity. Conquer dishonesty with truth.
Thank you, Jin.
Oh, I don't need to.
[leans casually on jin like a douchebag]
You already know just how big-
[wink wonk]
Of a boy I am.
[leans casually on jin like a douchebag]
You already know just how big-
[wink wonk]
Of a boy I am.
[p I NC HES HIS SIDE???? GROCE]
4/10. Try again, weirdo.
4/10. Try again, weirdo.
[For several moments, there's nothing: the message is marked as read, but It seems like there's not going to be an answer over text, or even an answer at all.
As Zenyatta begins to make his way to the portal room that'll ultimately send him home, the reason for that becomes clear.]
Zenyatta!
[Jin's quick footsteps echo through the hallway before he stops in his tracks, a few paces behind Zen.]
As Zenyatta begins to make his way to the portal room that'll ultimately send him home, the reason for that becomes clear.]
Zenyatta!
[Jin's quick footsteps echo through the hallway before he stops in his tracks, a few paces behind Zen.]
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