Event Log - Topsy Turvy

[lucetimods]

Who: You.
What: This.
When: Now.
Where: Here.
Summary: Weren't you paying attention?
Rating: Weird.

The Event is described here. So here's what you gotta do. Tag this post. Create yourself some threads with all your shenanigans and go to town on it. Also remember to tag your [canon] character name to the log!

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[imatreenow]

That was a rhetorical question. You humans really are stupid. [He takes a step toward her, planning to herd her toward the door.]

You know nothing of my reasons, and you know nothing of me. You have no right to lecture me in my own domain, where - must I really remind you? - you are not welcome.

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[revolutionarygirl]

You don't know anything about me, either! And I don't have to know anything about you to know that if you push everyone away, you're not going to have anyone to help you when you need it! You can't possibly enjoy living your life like this!

[But if he wants her to leave so badly, fine. Don't bother herding her toward the door, Mithos, because she's exiting herself. Why does that boy have to be so stubborn? maybe he's a type b like nanami and utena herself]

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[revolutionarygirl]

[...except the moment she leaves, she finds herself crashing through Mithos' ceiling again, this time landing on the bed and bouncing off of it. Thankfully, she manages to tuck herself into a ball before hitting the bed, so that collision and the following collision with the floor aren't as bad as they could be.] Damnit--!

[imatreenow]

[Utena is very fortunate she didn't break anything. Anything that belongs to Mithos, that is, like a set of delicate, ancient panpipes belonging to his dearly departed sister. He couldn't care less if she happened to break an arm or a leg, aside from the extended inconvenience of her presence he would be burdened with. He side-steps out of her way, glaring down at her in disdain.

Only her final words needle beneath his skin - you can't enjoy living your life like this. He knows. He doesn't. He scrapes along and watches the days pass by him, only waning, rarely waxing. She won't know, though. He looms over her.]

How arrogant, to make such assumptions. Why would I want help from creatures I don't even trust? [He has Sayo. He has Kaori. He isn't alone. He reminds himself of this every day.]

[revolutionarygirl]

[She looks up at him, matching his glare.]

You're the one that's arrogant, acting like you're above everyone else!

[imatreenow]

I don't have to act like I'm above you - I am above you. [See, you can't even get close enough to make a scratch. Just give up and go away.]

[revolutionarygirl]

That's exactly it! You're not above all of us. What gives you the right to even think that?!

[imatreenow]

Do I not deserve one thing humans can't take away from me? [His careful defenses, in a way given to him by humans through the hatred they ignited inside him.]

[revolutionarygirl]

Not every human in existence is wrong! I don't even know what you are, and it doesn't matter to me, but you can't treat the humans who didn't take anything from you like this! It's not what you're born as that makes the difference, it's your actions!

[imatreenow]

[He really isn't in the mood for this. He isn't going to tolerate the recycled squawking of a human in his damned bedroom, especially not when he was in the middle of sacred Martel-related business moments before.]

I do grow tired of hearing the same foolish garbage again and again. How long do you take to stand up?

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[revolutionarygirl]

[Okay, fine. She'll try to stand up so she can actually leave...]

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[revolutionarygirl]

[Ow, ow, ow! Don't tell her she sprained her ankle or something...! Either way, she's falling right back down.] Damnit!

[imatreenow]

[...He looks severely unimpressed. He takes a step toward her.] So you do know your proper place.

[Another step.] How pathetic. [Says the kid who was a cripple for a good half year.]

[revolutionarygirl]

Don't tell me you've never had an injury. [Glaring again.] It has nothing to do with knowing my place, or being pathetic or any other nonsense like that!

[imatreenow]

I hardly care. The only thing I care about is you getting out of my sight.

[revolutionarygirl]

[She's trying, goddamnit--it's just really hard to stand right now.]

[imatreenow]

I don't care if you have to crawl to do it, just leave. [Aren't his words of encouragement helpful?]

[revolutionarygirl]

You have another thing coming if you think I'm going to crawl out! [That would give him satisfaction, and like hell she was going to let him have that.]

[imatreenow]

Shall I drag you out instead?

[revolutionarygirl]

[Hell no. She's making another attempt to stand.]

[imatreenow]

[He watches, patience waning.]

[revolutionarygirl]

[All right, on her feet. Now she's limping toward the door. She can do this!

...it better not throw her back into this kid's room.]

[imatreenow]

[He will quite literally kick her back out if that happens.]

[revolutionarygirl]

[Don't think she won't fight back, you creep. In any case, still limping.]

[imatreenow]

[Could you go any slower? Dragging you out would have been faster.]