Capsule 006 💊 (Video) [Locked from Tetsuo]

[rassera]

[It's late at night, well past 11pm when the feed clicks on. At first it doesn't look like anything, a bunch of blackness with one bright light in the distance. It looks like a lamppost...or what's left of one. It seems to have been literally broken in half by impact alone, the metal completely snapped instead of bent, the upper half lying on the sidewalk and facing up. Sparks fly from the base of it, the cord obviously cut there when it was snapped. Whatever hit it...well, it had to be going at an incredible speed.

But the feed turns, towards a closer, brighter lamppost that seems to be intact, Kaneda sitting in front of it on the sidewalk.

Well, you look like you've seen better days, buddy.

He doesn't say anything at first, more so trying to catch his breath as a hand reaches up to his head. Face contorting into a wince as his fingers rake through his hair. When his gloved hand comes out, he looks at it as if he just found a gross bug.

Blood. Even better.]

Dammit.

[Whatever mirth he had in his voice earlier that night from the comm is gone, and the glitter in his eyes is lost. Oh yeah, he was recording, wasn't he. Those eyes turn towards the screen, away from the broken lamppost that he was seemingly fixated on. His voice is low, and some of his words are a little slurred as he tries to make a coherent sentence.]

Don't care who it is, but I need a healer. Or a way back.

[He's not too far from the house, but walking is just not happening.]

Comments

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

at least that's take care of.

who else would knock you around?

[rassera]

You kidding? I've got a growing list.


Not that it...matters here. You got it.

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

are people from your region more violent than usual?

seems not even an injury gave him a beak.

[Also WHY ARE YOU FRIENDS.]

[rassera]

Yeah.

They are.

[It's a shitty world, Mewtwo.]


But that's got nothing to do with him. He's just--

[A pause.]

Pissed off.

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

so I see.

[Oh boy another colloquialism.]

what brought him to this 'pissed off' state? how do we piss him back on?

1/2

[rassera]

[That...oh my god Mewtwo that gets a laugh out of him. The first time he's laughed since this whole ordeal. But honestly...he needed that.]

piss him back on...

I'm still trying to figure that out, actually.


Guess that's why he throws me into shit.

2/2

[rassera]

[Okay that kind of hurts his head. He'll stop laughing now.]

Ngh.

I didn't tell him shit he wanted to know. That's what got him pissed.

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[And Mewtwo is glad there's no video feed on his part because Kaneda would see just a blank-faced realization that he made a faux pas again.]

there's a great number of things that seem to get violent reactions.

withholding information seems like one of them.

[rassera]

It's not like I want to--well I do, but I'm not doing this for sick kicks.


What he wants to know is gonna make him worse than he is now.

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

worse?

worse how?

[How worse can he get?]

[rassera]

Worse.

[His tone shifts, almost uncharacteristically so.]

It'll ruin him.

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[He never heard of those words being applied to Tetsuo. But it really starts to add up: the headaches, the unstable powers.]

ruin him?

will he die?

[rassera]

Mm-mmm.

[Well, in a way, no.]

But that doesn't make it any better.

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

why not? isn't the point to keep him alive?

[rassera]

I can't tell you. But trust me, it's bad.


He couldn't take it.