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insurmountable2023-10-29 11:43 am
monoceroscaeli) wrote in insurmountable2023-10-29 11:43 am
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how could i ever forget // outside the morning was cool and wet
[It's not often Ajax finds himself getting his head slammed down onto the hood of a car, least of all a cop car. Usually it's him doing the slamming.
But today the young man finds himself denting the hood, the sound of metal caving in under his head ringing in his ears. Not exactly the ideal situation he was hoping for, but he figured sooner or later he'd have a run in with the cops due to the sensitive nature of his profession, but that doesn't mean he has to like how inconsiderate they are with him as they cuff him and throw him in the back of the paddy wagon. Not that he was considerate to them when he was discovered, as evidenced by the blood all over his clothing and knuckles from the fight he'd gotten into with them. How he managed to avoid getting shot is beyond him- plenty of shots were fired, but that hadn't stopped him from knocking a few of them out.
It's just too bad he'd been instructed that he couldn't kill anyone, or else he'd of gotten out of there without being caught.
The lights of the police station are bright, almost too bright from the contrast of how dark it was outside. Ajax squints as he's dragged inside, held tightly by two cops who hurry him through the station, but not fast enough that he doesn't catch a glimpse of the secretary behind the desk as they come in. Pretty, blonde, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. Gorgeous eyes, ones that catch his attention almost immediately as he's being shoved towards the back, shining with a radiance that captures him instantly. His eyes lock with hers, feeling something silent yet powerful surge through him from this tiny, insignificant interaction. He doesn't even have a moment to think further on it, before he's so rudely interrupted.
Get moving.
The curt voice of the bigger cop on his right cuts through the moment, anger welling up in Ajax's chest and something dark stirs in his core. If he wasn't cuffed and being restrained, he'd turn that guy's face into a new work of art, something so abstract some insane art collector would gladly pay millions for it.
No sooner had Ajax been ushered in, he disappears from sight as he's taken back into an interrogation room, the mysterious blonde no longer in his sights, now getting shoved into a corner of a room.]
What's with this? Don't you even have the courtesy of giving me a chair to sit in, at least?
[From outside of the room, muffled noises of a scuffle as the cops lay into Ajax can be heard, the loudest of which is a thud of a body slamming into a wall, accompanied by a groan from the ginger kid. Though little do any of them know, their real problems haven't arrived just yet, waking from their slumber right outside of the city...]
But today the young man finds himself denting the hood, the sound of metal caving in under his head ringing in his ears. Not exactly the ideal situation he was hoping for, but he figured sooner or later he'd have a run in with the cops due to the sensitive nature of his profession, but that doesn't mean he has to like how inconsiderate they are with him as they cuff him and throw him in the back of the paddy wagon. Not that he was considerate to them when he was discovered, as evidenced by the blood all over his clothing and knuckles from the fight he'd gotten into with them. How he managed to avoid getting shot is beyond him- plenty of shots were fired, but that hadn't stopped him from knocking a few of them out.
It's just too bad he'd been instructed that he couldn't kill anyone, or else he'd of gotten out of there without being caught.
The lights of the police station are bright, almost too bright from the contrast of how dark it was outside. Ajax squints as he's dragged inside, held tightly by two cops who hurry him through the station, but not fast enough that he doesn't catch a glimpse of the secretary behind the desk as they come in. Pretty, blonde, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. Gorgeous eyes, ones that catch his attention almost immediately as he's being shoved towards the back, shining with a radiance that captures him instantly. His eyes lock with hers, feeling something silent yet powerful surge through him from this tiny, insignificant interaction. He doesn't even have a moment to think further on it, before he's so rudely interrupted.
Get moving.
The curt voice of the bigger cop on his right cuts through the moment, anger welling up in Ajax's chest and something dark stirs in his core. If he wasn't cuffed and being restrained, he'd turn that guy's face into a new work of art, something so abstract some insane art collector would gladly pay millions for it.
No sooner had Ajax been ushered in, he disappears from sight as he's taken back into an interrogation room, the mysterious blonde no longer in his sights, now getting shoved into a corner of a room.]
What's with this? Don't you even have the courtesy of giving me a chair to sit in, at least?
[From outside of the room, muffled noises of a scuffle as the cops lay into Ajax can be heard, the loudest of which is a thud of a body slamming into a wall, accompanied by a groan from the ginger kid. Though little do any of them know, their real problems haven't arrived just yet, waking from their slumber right outside of the city...]
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( 10:33 pm )
Yoimiya:
Another long boring night of file sorting. (；￣Д￣)
Please tell me your evening has been more thrilling than mine.
Shinobu:
Define thrilling.
I'm spending my night at the detention center trying to bail some knuckleheads out. Boss and the boys got hauled off for disrupting the peace.
They were dueling a rival gang in a card game until Kujou Sara caught wind of them being loud and obnoxious...
Yoimiya:
AGAIN??? (⊙_⊙)
Shinobu:
Again.
Yoimiya:
WWWW (≧▽≦) Make sure you give those boys a good beating!
Gotta go, I hear some ruckus outside. Looks like they're bringing someone in for questioning.
Talk to you later!!!! ヾ(＾ ∇ ＾)
[ For the umpteenth time this evening, a heavy sigh spills out of her lips. At least I was able to get some sort of laugh tonight... Yoimiya muses to herself, setting her phone to the side before any of her superiors walks in on her slacking around. The job itself pays well and she's grateful for the opportunity to work in another country but it's the farthest thing from exciting, every day becoming more mundane than the previous as she sorts through names and writes up court summon letters. Once again she sighs, bored out of her mind while typing up a notice for a guy who got caught trying to scam some poor sap. Same old song and dance. Her gaze flickers back over to her phone, chuckling in amusement at the Good luck message sent by Shinobu. By chance, she glances at her lock screen with the group photo she took with her friends before traveling off to the Hydro nation.
Fontaine is a beautiful country full of incredible technology but truly, she misses her parents and friends back home in Inazuma.
But that's enough reminiscing for tonight, there's still work that needs to be done. As she's adding the finishing touches to the letter, her ears perk up at the sounds of the door slamming open, her attention focusing on the two police officers rushing in a very dangerous-looking guy with blood all over his clothing. She's trying not to make it seem obvious she's intrigued by the sudden common but one look into his eyes is enough to draw her in. Curly ginger locks, eyes blue as the ocean surrounding Fontaine, dashing good looks... he's the best thing she's seen all evening. Even as he's being ushered to the back, Yoimiya is unable to avert her stare, feeling a powerful rush blazing within her body.
That was strange. Geez, her life must be that unexciting if she's admiring a criminal's handsome face. On the plus side, some form of excitement has finally entered the building. Quietly, she starts working on the next court order, carefully honing in on the inquisition taking place in the room behind her. She can hear the sounds of a body slamming against the wall, punching, yelling, the ginger letting out a painful groan. It's hard to hear what the officers are saying, only able to make out one part of the conversation. ]
Scumbags like you don't deserve the slightest bit of courtesy. Now, tell us what you were doing. There's no doubt in my mind you have some connection with them.
[ Yikes. Yoimiya doesn't know what's going on but if the blood splatter all over that mysterious man isn't already a huge red flag, sirens blaring in her head the more she listens to the yelling from outside the interrogation room; the guy in custody is bad news. All of the fist flying and shouting has her full attention, completely oblivious to the unknown entity slowly slithering its way into the station. ]
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Meeting up after the hospital visit
Once he feels like he's well rested enough and able to function like a normal human being again, he sends a text to Yoimiya:]
Hey, it's Ajax. I'm out of the hospital and can finally move around again. Can you spare a moment this week?
[He stares at his message for a moment, thinking back to their confrontation in his hospital room. Deep down, he knows she'll answer, and that he shouldn't worry. It's still wild to him how they both share this strange connection with each other, having found no answers to that since the night they'd awakened to their new power. As much as Nizhnii has been experimenting on people like them, there's not much out there for information, and he knows it's going to be a dangerous endeavor to obtain it.
But that's something he has to talk about with her- and hopefully they'll be able to figure out exactly what they've become. But for now, he'll wait with baited breath for her to answer him, his heart beating a little harder with anxiety when he lets his mind drift to the possibility that she might ignore him and that he might never see her again. It's ridiculous and unlikely, but she knew his darkest secret, and logically, why should she even give him the light of day? Even if lining their stories up would only serve to benefit him, maybe she's changed her mind?]
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► Early morning next day! 🏞️
It's training time!
They're up so early that it's still dark outside when they depart, which makes it perfect for sneaking in undetected. They take his car, parking a good distance away from the entrance and any cameras once they get there. As soon as she steps out of his car, Yoimiya wastes no time rushing over to get a good view of the park safely away from the eyes of the rangers. Just from this distance, she can see trees for miles and of course, it wouldn't be Fontaine's park if there wasn't some sort of body of water somewhere inside and she's positively pumped to see it in person. For their excursion, she's wearing an outfit perfect for training and to keep her obscured. And just for that extra bit of protection, she made sure to wear a pair of sunglasses and a ball cap over her head. ]
Wow... so this is Fontaine's National Park.
[ Goodness, she's heard about the park's majesty but seeing it in person is an experience like no other. But!!! As excited as she is, she needs to focus... even if she can't help but tell Ajax everything she's heard about one of Fontaine's greatest wonders. ]
It's even more splendid in person! I read that there's a breathtaking waterfall in the center of all that green. Hehe, I also heard rumors that ancient pirates from centuries ago have their treasure buried somewhere in this park but no one's been able to find it.
[ She's like an excited kid, eating up tall tales like she's gorging out in a candy shop. ]
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► Next day, it's off to work we go! 💼
It's weird to go back to work after everything they've been through but life goes on, Yoimiya has always had a knack for putting her best foot forward and taking on whatever challenges await her with a smile, and today shouldn't be any different. Despite her job boring her to tears, a small part of her feels somewhat relieved to get back to normalcy, going back to her mundane work as a secretary should help take her mind off strange marks, unknown powers, weird voices in their heads, and eldrich monsters coming after them.
Yoimiya made sure to get up bright and early to prepare a bento for not only herself but for Ajax as well. She never would have guessed that the terrifying events on that fateful evening would eventually land her a roommate but hey, she's not complaining. There's no way she can send Ajax back to his horrific apartment, not when a monster is lurking around with knowledge of his home. And well, there's no denying she's become attached to him, he's brightened up her day and she'd feel a little lonely without him around.
Dressed and ready to take on the world, Yoimiya walks over to Ajax, presenting him with a homemade bento. ]
... Take care of yourself out there, okay?
[ She might not necessarily enjoy his line of work but duty calls and he has to earn mora to make a living. Besides, it's not like she particularly enjoys her job, either. She's seen how corrupted some of the people in the police are, the ones beating up Ajax in the interrogation room are a prime example of bastard cops. ]
Don't you dare get caught by any of my coworkers, you hear? I can only make so many excuses on your behalf.
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