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- detroit: become human: hank anderson,
- ff8: nida nomura,
- ff8: seifer almasy,
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ya gotta wanna be a battering ram
WHO: The entire dang city.
WHAT: Dualis Days, a week-long summer celebration.
WHERE: Central Square Park and the rest of the city.
WHEN: June 17-23.
WARNINGS: Terrorist violence, likely some blood and injuries. Please warn in individual threads!
June 17; Central Square Park.
Every year for as far back as anyone can remember, the start of summer is heralded by the week-long festival known as Dualis Days. This celebration officially kicks off at midday in the middle of Central Square Park with a commencement speech by the current mayor. This year marks Marcelina Dubanowski's third term as mayor of Dualis; she is an average-sized, middle-aged human-presenting woman with blonde hair styled in a short bob and a plastic, toothy smile that never seems to turn entirely off.
"Welcome, one and all!" she begins, with the practiced cadence of someone who is quite comfortable with public speaking. She invites all citizens, new and old, to spend the next week indulging in festivities in all districts of the city and getting to know their neighbors a little better. This is a joyous time of celebration, and the crowd responds with enthusiastic applause as the mayor finishes her speech and introduces this year's parade marshall, Peshtigo Tengfei.
Tengfei blows a whistle six times to signal the start of the parade - and this is where the celebration goes sideways.
A loud explosion tears through the air, and it's followed by panicked screams and the sharp screech of microphone feedback. A bomb has gone off at the platform where the mayor was standing, collapsing the wood and tearing it to splinters and dust. Chaos erupts in the gathered crowd, and as the people shift in all directions to get clear of any possible additional bombs, a loud siren cuts through the cacophony, calling attention to the sudden crackle of video feed present on all television screens throughout the city, including those set up in the park to broadcast the mayor's speech for those standing far from the stage. The picture is plain, a black background and bold white block letters filling the screen:
WAKE UP
WAKE UP
DON'T BELIEVE THE LIES
The final image is an anatomical graphic of a human heart, displayed for about three seconds, and then the feed goes black again.
Confused murmurs sweep through the crowd as citizens resume tending to the injured and evacuating the area until official first responders arrive.
June 17-23; aftermath around the city.
Dualis Days continues as scheduled, though Mayor Dubanowski is unable to enjoy the festival, as she is spending the week in the hospital recovering from her injuries. A team of Iterations guard her door - no visitors allowed - but the news media frequently report updates on her condition. Nothing to worry about, folks! Return to your celebrations, and don't mind the increased visible presence of the Hand as Iterations are stationed every few blocks throughout the city. It's only for your protection, after all.
WHAT: Dualis Days, a week-long summer celebration.
WHERE: Central Square Park and the rest of the city.
WHEN: June 17-23.
WARNINGS: Terrorist violence, likely some blood and injuries. Please warn in individual threads!
June 17; Central Square Park.
Every year for as far back as anyone can remember, the start of summer is heralded by the week-long festival known as Dualis Days. This celebration officially kicks off at midday in the middle of Central Square Park with a commencement speech by the current mayor. This year marks Marcelina Dubanowski's third term as mayor of Dualis; she is an average-sized, middle-aged human-presenting woman with blonde hair styled in a short bob and a plastic, toothy smile that never seems to turn entirely off.
"Welcome, one and all!" she begins, with the practiced cadence of someone who is quite comfortable with public speaking. She invites all citizens, new and old, to spend the next week indulging in festivities in all districts of the city and getting to know their neighbors a little better. This is a joyous time of celebration, and the crowd responds with enthusiastic applause as the mayor finishes her speech and introduces this year's parade marshall, Peshtigo Tengfei.
Tengfei blows a whistle six times to signal the start of the parade - and this is where the celebration goes sideways.
A loud explosion tears through the air, and it's followed by panicked screams and the sharp screech of microphone feedback. A bomb has gone off at the platform where the mayor was standing, collapsing the wood and tearing it to splinters and dust. Chaos erupts in the gathered crowd, and as the people shift in all directions to get clear of any possible additional bombs, a loud siren cuts through the cacophony, calling attention to the sudden crackle of video feed present on all television screens throughout the city, including those set up in the park to broadcast the mayor's speech for those standing far from the stage. The picture is plain, a black background and bold white block letters filling the screen:
WAKE UP
DON'T BELIEVE THE LIES
The final image is an anatomical graphic of a human heart, displayed for about three seconds, and then the feed goes black again.
Confused murmurs sweep through the crowd as citizens resume tending to the injured and evacuating the area until official first responders arrive.
June 17-23; aftermath around the city.
Dualis Days continues as scheduled, though Mayor Dubanowski is unable to enjoy the festival, as she is spending the week in the hospital recovering from her injuries. A team of Iterations guard her door - no visitors allowed - but the news media frequently report updates on her condition. Nothing to worry about, folks! Return to your celebrations, and don't mind the increased visible presence of the Hand as Iterations are stationed every few blocks throughout the city. It's only for your protection, after all.
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"The me that is your brother is a bit pleased at that mental image and wants to buy you that elephant ear so you don't have to pay. The me that is a SeeD has to ask if that was really necessary, could you please have beat him in a way that allowed more dignity? And the me that is deathly allergic to strawberries and didn't think to ask the doctors at the clinic I was at last night for epi-pens says you can buy your own elephant ear. Though the cream-cheese stuff sounds good."
Geez, this whole mess is getting complicated, isn't it? He only wishes that Rinoa was here for them too, to serve as a bit of a bridge between the two knights. Nida didn't even know where he wanted to stand with Squall at this point. All he'd gone through, all he'd suffered through, that hadn't been Squall's fault. Not even his own Squall's fault. Definitely couldn't put it on the kid Squall is now. Hyne, he's thinking about Squall Leonhart as a kid. There was something wrong with that. Fuck, he was dating someone not even that much older than Squall.
How had his life gotten to this point.
"After the snacks, though, I was going to look in on Jason. I didn't mean to bail on you two. It just... It was a lot to deal with so soon after everything that happened while I was home."
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"It was definitely necessary, hell no I ain't givin' him more dignity, and I assumed I was payin' anyway. Don't worry it's not like we're gonna make out after." It'll be fine Nida, they have healthcare! They don't know about it yet, but they have it! Listen sometimes he just wants strawberries can he really be blamed? Nida might as well if he weren't allergic.
Welcome to existential hell, Nida, are you sure you don't want to reconsider the strawberry filled death? No, don't do it, Seifer's just being an asshole and rubbing it in his face on accident. They're so good.
"Don't worry about it, I took care of him. You were pretty upset by the time we were done." He'd never seen Nida be quite that emotional and volatile in reaction before. Must have really hit him hard, seeing Jason alive again. Acting like the fool he always did.
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Hyne he lost so much with that man. And Jason had been a horrid straw on top of that chocobo load. And frankly, he hadn’t handled it right. Some of what he’d done to Jason had just been leftover grief. Handled it poorly and now Jason was going to hate him.
“And it was like he was asking to get shocked.”
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Jason won't hate him, Seifer's pretty sure he understands. With everything that had been going on no one could blame Nida for his outburst. He did have to chuckle at that last observation. "Probably, damned idiot doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut." Not that Seifer was any better, mind you. He can still insist he hasn't been tased yet.
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“I just wish they did come back,” he whispers as he settles against his brother. Which is stupid. That isn’t how the world works. Except apparently here it is.
Still made him feel like a terrible brother.
“I... thanks. I swear you better not get killed. Again. Please.”
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"I think everyone does." He murmurs softly. It's why Garden's such a popular option, don't have to worry about your own people dying when you can send out strangers that no one will miss. Here, in this weird place, they get to break the rules apparently.
A huff. "Hey it ain't like I'm plannin' on it!" You never plan for that kind of thing. He'll be careful as he can.
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“I really need to come up with a way to make it up to him. Being a fucking moron and all. Hyne yesterday was too long. Wish I’d had more sleep.”
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"An apology might be a good place to start." Seifer clapped him on his back before finally releasing him slowly. Come on, snacks. They need snacks. "You're probably right. Not bein' stressed and exhausted would've helped."
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He had tried, though. Hyne how he had tried. And in the end it had been too much. And he’d had to deal with another problem shortly after.
“Maybe I can try cooking dinner for us? I am getting good enough to make noodles.”
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People who were good at lip service were harder to believe. The three of them were proud and awkward about such things. Maybe Jason just needed some time to detox and calm down. Sometimes what they needed was space.
"That's not a bad idea. I wouldn't mind a night off." Not that he minds the cooking, he loves cooking. But hey he likes being spoiled too.
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And he still doesn't know if he's going to figure it out either. But he has to figure it out. Jason matters to him. But repairing things wasn't something he's ever learned.
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Yeah well Nida has to go first on the elephant ears, mister allergies. Seifer's just going to hang back, and maybe look a little sullen that he's being kicked out. Spends all night trying to clean up after him and this is the thanks he gets? Fine, he'll just feed Aqua, at least she appreciates it.
Mending things is hard.
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He does move forward and offer a few instructions for his elephant ear. And soon it's on a plate for him, and he seems pleased before he returns to Seifer .
"I was hoping you'd still be willing to teach me more, though. I get distracted when Billy tries to teach me."
Brother is more reliable.
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Once Nida has his Seifer can order his disgustingly strawberry and syrup covered monstrosity. He's going to have the worst stomach ache later and he's going to love it.
He huffs, and even though he's feeling very slightly wounded he's realized it's not personal so no, he won't take it out on Nida. "Yeah, of course. You know I'm happy to help." So don't be mean to him.
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Nida's giving his brother wide berth now, because yes, he's very concerned about his health. But he'll stick around for a bit. Billy isn't expecting him just yet.
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"I'm glad you like my cooking though." He enjoys sharing. It's nice being able to do something nice. And not have to talk about it.
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Death by food poisoning would have been horrid. So of course he's grateful to his brother, who will be receiving part of Nida's put aside pay check to cover groceries.
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Yes that would have been, and he'll appreciate the help with groceries. He's going to browbeat everyone who eats to pitch in for the cost. He'll cook, he just wants help covering it.
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And he feels like it's a fair statement. Seifer just... accepts him. And calls him on his stupidity. And forces him to stay sharp in ways no one else does.
Not to mention people didn't understand what he'd gone through quite like Seifer could.
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It's what he's there for! Glad to always be there to make sure no one's resting on their laurels when they could always be getting better.
And that, their shared experience, their traumas and life in Garden, they both understand better than most could what it is to have lived that particular life. Seifer had never made SeeD, but being a Sorceress' puppet is close enough.
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“After this I need to find Billy and Jason. You gonna be okay at this fair yourself? I mean, I need coffee and I know Billy is working a booth for that here. We can meet back up later?”
Not that he wants to abandon Seifer. Just that the last two days had sorta been a mess and all of his plans were ruined. Because of course they had been. Could he just have a week or two with no problems?
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Dunno, can he? So far things had been surprisingly... not the worst for Seifer. Then again all this madness hadn't been that strange to him. Bombers, weird threats, police interrogations. Sure, whatever, they got Jason back that's the important thing. He's going to forcibly feed Squall, it'll be a good time. For now he just needed to settle in and find a rhythm, then they could start dissecting the mysteries of their new prison.
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"It's not... Listen, let me get coffee. Then we'll meet back up. See if we can wrangle some games to challenge each other in. Coffee, and then I'm yours until evening."
At which time he's going to slip into Seifer's room and collapse in his bed to sleep.
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"Fine, sure, whatever. You forget about me I'm holdin' it against you."
He really is. Don't make promises you're not going to keep, Nida. No one has time for those. Even if he is still a little surly about being left to his own devices, he'll manage and entertain himself.
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And a lot of PTSD. But he hesitates for half a second before moving in to wrap an arm around his brother in a hug. Then backs away quickly because strawberries.
"An hour, meet back here?"
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And he will be there later, promises
Seifer will be happy for that