theonewhodied: (Default)
Ayato Naoi [直井 文人, Naoi Ayato] ([personal profile] theonewhodied) wrote in [community profile] featherdown2013-07-27 01:23 am

[Closed] For a friend

All his life, Naoi been powerless. He was human, not a particularly powerful or intimidating species as individuals. He was shorter and smaller built than most boys his age, he made up for it with learning to shoot. He had willingly forsaken his own identity, hoping to find meaning in his shallow existence, and failed. He made up for it by robbing others of their selves, if only temporarily, forcing them to play roles the way he did. There was nothing finer than the hypnosis he developed, no play thing more amusing and no weapon more powerful.

... but simply toying with people's minds and taking out the anger and rage he inherited on their bodies felt hollow and lacking.

He desired a more complete control. Individuals were no longer enough. If he could, he would love to possess a world of his own. He fancied himself a ruler, but what sad few subjects he had!

But, he was a mere boy, not an army unto himself. The strength to overcome that many at once was beyond him, even with hypnosis, he could not permanently win over so many. If he could only acquire a stronger body...

Yes, a strong body with a mind he could break down and rebuild to suit his needs!

Following that line of thought, he began searching for someone he could use...
double_edged: ({r e q u i e m})

[personal profile] double_edged 2013-08-12 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that was certainly all he'd needed.

There weren't any specifications on a ship, so the General started moving to the most accessible one, managing to get inside with ease and flipping a button to open the hangar doors. There was no hesitation in his actions, no questioning to its reasoning. He simply moved automatically, still in that strange oversized armour that he had quickly forgotten he was even wearing.

The ship started up and floated out of the hangar, hovering in midair over the small group as the platform came down, awaiting its recipient. The guards could come, or stay. He didn't care.
double_edged: (pic#6541011)

[personal profile] double_edged 2013-08-14 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
The General is feeling rather lethargic himself, but not enough to drop unconscious suddenly and crash the ship before they could even get too far. No, he's still moving, making sure the boy was inside properly before taking off in the opposite direction. There was a facility down this path, one that had nearly been forgotten about by the locals. His clouded memory only goes so far, but it's enough to know that they'll be safe.

"ETA - fifteen minutes."

Emotion is entirely drained, at this point, the Lombax staring dead ahead through the oversized helmet and not flinching once. For anyone else, it would likely be worrying. For Naoi? He's not losing this one any time soon.
double_edged: (pic#6541008)

[personal profile] double_edged 2013-08-15 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
It's certainly not that he doesn't want to talk to you, Naoi. It's just that he can't seem to think for himself enough to instigate any conversation. The Lombax focuses mainly on his goal, flying low and keeping away from the prying eyes of any straggling guards that may have spotted them. But the boy's voice eventually comes and he responds without a beat, straight to the point.

"There is a weapon facility deep within the woods. It is vacant, and we will not be spotted." For the most part. If they did somehow track them down, the General would be quick to do whatever it took to protect the boy from harm. He wasn't sure why, just that... he had to.

"You will not be harmed."

He's quiet after that, mind phasing out of the conversation to focus on piloting the aircraft once more.
double_edged: (pic#6121298)

[personal profile] double_edged 2013-08-16 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Just as Naoi's consciousness seems to depart, the General's slowly seeps back into focus, hazed eyes blinking once, then a few more times as he stares down at his own gloved hands. His mind is still in a tailspin, realizing that he was, in fact, piloting some sort of craft without any clue as to where he could have been going. It's odd... but something the Lombax quickly corrects as he begins to steer the craft around again. Completely disoriented, he rubs at his eyes-- only to realize he was wearing a strange helmet of some sort.

Which was quickly discarded. Orvus... what was he even doing? Perhaps he needed to find a place to land, sleep all of this off.

But just what was 'this'? He remembered coming back to life, speaking with someone... his body would clearly need some more time to adjust to the change. Constant spells like this were dangerous; not that he minded danger, but he would prefer to be aware of it, first-off.

"This is certainly an interesting situation." It comes as a mumble, the Lombax moving to rub at his eyes again. It almost felt like he had been... sleeping, somehow. Sleepwalking?

He'll go with that.
double_edged: (pic#6442659)

[personal profile] double_edged 2013-08-16 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
...oh. Oh there was someone else here? Hunh.

The General's mind is very sluggish to catch up, taking a moment to even formulate a response to that question and starting to rub at his head now with a few more disconnected mumbles. "Weapons...? No. Heading home. I don't think I'm fit to be driving much, boy." Not to mention why he was transporting this boy in the first place.

"Orvus-- ...sorry."
double_edged: (++ kick the sand beneath our feet ++)

[personal profile] double_edged 2013-08-16 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
Ahh, yes. It was something to do with the odd helmet, he'd assumed. Taking it off may lessen the headache, though his current position was more baffling than anything else. How did he get here, and why?

"Thank you." His vision was still slightly blurred, and as much as he hated to, the General almost felt compelled to ask the boy to pilot the craft for him, while he rested. That, or manage to set it on autopilot for the time being. Something that could allow him to recover momentarily, and get things back on track.

"--what... was I doing, anyway? I can't remember the past few hours."
double_edged: (++ break my walls ++)

[personal profile] double_edged 2013-08-18 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Reunion...? What in blazes are you going on about?" Little by little, he's starting to sound like his old self, wincing at a sudden sharp pain in his had but keeping eye contact with the boy. A little voice in the back of his mind advices against it, but thinking on it more just confuses him more. He wants to keep an eye on this boy - where had he come from, and why were they where they were?

"Nevermind. I can rest when we're on safe ground." And hopefully separate himself from this... kid. "What was it you wanted, anyway? How did you get on this ship?"
double_edged: ({r e q u i e m})

[personal profile] double_edged 2013-08-18 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps... he was more exhausted than he thought he'd led on, the General's eyelids starting to droop slowly, his body no more than a lead weight. And his own gaze remained fixated on that glow, repeating the words in a murmur to himself, the rest of the world fading out into this one significant moment.

"H... elp... yes. Yes, I... w--ill..."
double_edged: (pic#6541008)

[personal profile] double_edged 2013-08-19 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
The General's shoulders sag a bit, locking eyes with the boy's as he speaks, and feeling his body relax more and more the longer he focuses. It's enough that he starts to block out all distractions instinctively, turning back around in his seat slowly to grasp the steering mechanism once more. Suddenly... he just didn't feel like arguing the matter anymore.

"Yes... I apologize."

It doesn't sound all that sincere, though. Oh well, as long as he can get them to where they need to be. That was what mattered above all, right?

"It's not that much farther."
double_edged: (++ searching searching ++)

[personal profile] double_edged 2013-08-23 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
It was much better to let go, to have someone else guide him. He didn't have to worry about thinking, overthing, or messing up. Just let go and let it all come as it may...

Before long, they're approaching the facility anyway, and the General slows to a hover just a bit off. Then, the ship is landed in a good wooded area, obscured by trees from prying eyes. The hatch opens for Naoi, but the Lombax remains mindlessly in his seat.
double_edged: (pic#6541009)

but you have the bestest bodyguard forever

[personal profile] double_edged 2013-08-25 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Before Naoi can take another step, there's already a shot whizzing past his head, striking one of the guards dead center in the face, then approaching as the body crumples lifelessly to the ground. The Lombax positions himself in front of his charge, grenades in one hand, and blaster in the other, prepared to take the brunt of their assault to ensure the other's safety.
double_edged: ({r e q u i e m})

[personal profile] double_edged 2013-08-29 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
The rest of that armour might be difficult to penetrate, but the unspoken order is still understood. Relinquish the grenades, and stick to physical force. Several would work out better, if an escape were to be attempted.

Moving away from the boy, the Lombax manages to dodge a few retailiating blasts, wrestling down one guard by brute force alone, before he moves to the next, then two more. The last is held as a hostage, pulled up against the General's chest with one arm, while the other is used to point the blaster at the remaining forces. Perhaps they would catch onto this repeated charade, but it was merely to buy time for his charge.

(no subject)

[personal profile] double_edged - 2013-09-03 04:06 (UTC) - Expand