If you think being mean and crass is going to scare me off, then I'll have you know that's my playbook you're using. [They actually move, audible thanks to the scuffing of the loose detritus on the roof, but it's pretty obvious when they're close enough to the psychic bubble. Annoyingly, they stop just short of it, enough to lean against where it must be- they'd taken note of how close and far things were.]
It's a unique position I'm in- asocial like I am, and also compelled to lash out against known abuses. It means I have very little concern for the usual wallowing others are trapped in; no 'woe is me, what if they hate me?' to be trapped by. I reach out- [They've been at the edge of the personal bubble, behind Chris- but at that word, they extend their arm out and over Chris's shoulder, to make a point.] -and I grab for things. If you hate me after, what should it matter?
[Despite their projection...Raqio's clearly tense.] So, I'll say it again- if you're just a corpse walking, then what guiding star is illuminating your steps? Is it anger, or revenge? Those are things I want to help with, if you'd let me.
It was my playbook first. (A childish retort. But Raqio is a child and in some ways they're barely better than one.
They almost move when they sense Raqio coming closer but some part of them feels like they're being challenged and that's enough to hold them in place. Never back down.
They attempt to shrug out of Raqio's grip with a burst of bitter laughter.) What are you gonna do? Argue them to death?
Pulling rank on me when you can't be that much older... [listen. jonas exists. remnan is in his fifties chronologically. nobody in gnosia can tell anyones goddamn age on sight.]
And, you'd be surprised how much you can get done by simply aggravating people to death. [They take their arm back, instead turning about to literally lean their spine obnoxiously against Chris's back.] In the Feds view, you handle issues by glassing the planet- in the Fleet, we're expected to calmly glass ourselves if we err. Harming people without a death toll is quite a novel skill to have when entire planets are at risk of being wiped out, and I am quite proud of it. I will badger, and break, and pry, and even those who are so self-assured in their aloofness will eventually crack when something stubbornly is digging in to their every breath.
[They snort, leaning back dramatically and donking their audio pack in to Chris's spine.] I am a weaponized form of teenage attitude, and I lack a conscience to boot. Tell me, who would you rather kill your enemies: some hardened criminal who'll inevitably turn on you, or some stupid kid who can kill without even being fully aware?
(Physically, at least. Chronologically they're like... 19.
Why do people keep mistaking them for a kid?
(They don't look at themself enough to notice they have babyface.)
Raqio leans into them and they consider pulling away again but instead they lean back. They are bigger and heavier than you child, and two can play at this game.)
I think I'd rather ruin my enemies than kill them. (Kill them and they'll be replaced. Chris wants to ruin their reputation and taint the entire institution by association. Watch them crumble. See the whole world in outrage over the truth.
[no this is a trap don't be lured in don't get distracted-]
Whatever, that only illuminates my point. If you've made it- to thirty, apparently -then you have some fire in there. You haven't been killed by someone else, you haven't killed yourself, you have those annoying little qualms about killing others that I guess everyone else has-
[As if to add distraction on to the rough subjects, they abruptly bump back against Chris's leaning. Not for Chris's benefit, sadly, though if they'd fully suspected they would have. But because the reality of their own declarations were wearing on them, so close together. Seriously...what was 'thirty' even? A number they'd not put much stock in to ever reaching.]
If all of that is true, then there is still a value in you being here, right now. Maybe you don't want to be saved by anyone, I can't say I would ever want that either. But someone assisting you in ruining people is different, I should think. Even if I'll never see them, or see you again, I'd still love to play some bit part in their downfall. I've already drafted a route up for Yuri, and...if I'm honest, it'd be best if that's the last time I ever spoke to them.
(But Raqio continues and something about their thoughts...
They move suddenly, turning around to pull the kid into a hug.)
I don't need a guidebook, asshole! But don't you dare die, or run away, or destroy yourself pursuing revenge or any other stupid thing you might be thinking of!
[To be blunt, they're so taken aback by having the mood twist back around on them that they just kinda go slack in the hug.] Why are you saying that...? [Raqio sounds so sincerely confused, mind gone blank even though they desperately want to figure out what triggered this kind of a reaction.
It's in the quiet of that moment, that the reverse of their half-week of psychic powers finally plays out in reverse: that their mind almost blooms outward with the image of a smug, brilliant smile on some bird-styled stranger's face...but where the whole of the memory should be warm, all Raqio has been able to parse in the image is the faint look of pity in Cielo's eyes.
It's abrupt, the amount of force they manage to conjure up to push Chris out of the hug, standing up suddenly, looking scalded and furious.] I could say the same thing back to you- what's it to you?! I'm trying to provide collaboration, so don't talk to me like I'm the one that needs- [Their glare intensifies, because Raqio can't bring themself to even say it.] If you want to stop me from my course, you'd better accept that you're alive. I'm not taking any more advice from the dead than I already have!
(The shove startles them enough that they just stare at Raqio, blinking.
A smug birdlike face, a look of pity...
Their whole face scrunches up in offense.) Why the fuck would I pity you, asshole! You're-(A moment of hesitation, where they almost seem to say a very different word.)-privileged in ways I'll never be!
(Human. Accepted, even if they don't easily make friends. Body unmarked by torture and slavery.
Can't they see how good they have it?
They look away again.)
You're the one thinking about not making it to thirty and talking about never seeing people again.
[It's not something they'd ever deny. That was why Raqio could so confidently say it about themself in the first place. But for some reason, hearing it spit back to them like that- it's irritating, and they want to rebuke it, but there's no arrow in the quiver. Unless looking even more angry counts.]
Why would I want to live to thirty? If this is a glimpse at what that looks like- bitter, claiming to be all but dead already -why would I ever want to maintain this charade?! [They make a swiping gesture, pent up enough to need to exert it, but not exactly well-versed in like. Hitting things or people.] At least I can accept I killed him, accept that responsibility enough to want to avoid others getting tangled up in it- that never seems to work, but I'm... [They shake their head, harshly enough to basically shake their shoulders too, turning back to the roof's edge.] ...I'm not sticking around just to make a further fool of myself.
[...some spiteful part of them wants to try and jump in to the bushes again, but without the same manic energy from before, the fear seizes before they can even make more than a thought to the idea. Instead, they push through the freeze, trying to keep their chin up as they storm over to the roof ladder.]
(It doesn't count. In fact, Chris doesn't even bother to try and dodge the swing--it's not like Raqio's got enough strength behind them to make a hit count... if they even intend it to connect--though their face does contort into their own mask of fury as Raqio goes on.)
You little shit! Don't you even run away! (They get up and follow, ready to yell at Raqio some more.)
[Fine, they'll just argue next to the ladder's lip, then. Nothing terrible can happen, having emotionally charged conversations-
Nope. Not even as a bitter joke, the sour thought is enough to have them scramble to the ladder and slip down two rungs, glowering up at Chris before they finish going down. Their room's not far from the fire escape ladder, so if worst comes to they can just book it for the door-]
And why not? You're clearly finished listening, and so am I! [They gesture a dismissive wave at their head; the bandage headband is starting to spot a tiny bit, barely enough to notice but enough that they want to itch at it.] If you want to finish this lovely heart to heart, then you can wait 'til tomorrow- I'm going to bed. [...its like. Barely evening. They are ignoring this.]
(The moment Raqio is down the ladder enough for it to be safe they're gonna climb down after them. Fuck you child, they'll stand at your door and yell if they have to!)
[Once it's clear that Chris is stubbornly following after them, they waste no more time- they dash over to their room door, unlocking it and turning back towards Chris to say something scathing-]
I grew up on a space ship, what does time have to do with anything?
[ The second the door opens, a familiar orange-gloved hand darts out in a practised motion: Someone pulls Raqio's shoulder sharply backwards to get them off-balance, then twists their arms behind their back and uses their own body weight to throw them to the ground. ]
[ The last thing Chris probably sees, before the door slams shut and both Raqio and their attacker hit the deck, is Setsu's face. Both the young soldier's expression and their thoughts radiate the same thing: Fuck this bird for real.]
(They sense the hint of dangerous intent just as Raqio is opening the door and rush to stop them.)Wait-(Only for Setsu of all people to attack Raqio the moment the door is open, pinning them and shutting the door before they can even fully react.
Fuck! This is why you don't let anger take over in a fight!)Raqio!
(They're going to punch the door at least once before they give up.
This isn't over... but it's clear that they're not the only one who has a bone to pick with the little jerk.)
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Date: 2026-04-09 08:13 am (UTC)This is why they avoid telepaths. Should have left them to figure it out alone.)
Well at least you're self-aware.
(Very deliberately turning away from Raqio. Fuck you. They're ignoring you. Stop looking at them.
They don't even notice that they have.)
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Date: 2026-04-09 08:35 am (UTC)It's a unique position I'm in- asocial like I am, and also compelled to lash out against known abuses. It means I have very little concern for the usual wallowing others are trapped in; no 'woe is me, what if they hate me?' to be trapped by. I reach out- [They've been at the edge of the personal bubble, behind Chris- but at that word, they extend their arm out and over Chris's shoulder, to make a point.] -and I grab for things. If you hate me after, what should it matter?
[Despite their projection...Raqio's clearly tense.] So, I'll say it again- if you're just a corpse walking, then what guiding star is illuminating your steps? Is it anger, or revenge? Those are things I want to help with, if you'd let me.
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Date: 2026-04-09 08:59 am (UTC)They almost move when they sense Raqio coming closer but some part of them feels like they're being challenged and that's enough to hold them in place. Never back down.
They attempt to shrug out of Raqio's grip with a burst of bitter laughter.) What are you gonna do? Argue them to death?
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Date: 2026-04-09 09:19 am (UTC)And, you'd be surprised how much you can get done by simply aggravating people to death. [They take their arm back, instead turning about to literally lean their spine obnoxiously against Chris's back.] In the Feds view, you handle issues by glassing the planet- in the Fleet, we're expected to calmly glass ourselves if we err. Harming people without a death toll is quite a novel skill to have when entire planets are at risk of being wiped out, and I am quite proud of it. I will badger, and break, and pry, and even those who are so self-assured in their aloofness will eventually crack when something stubbornly is digging in to their every breath.
[They snort, leaning back dramatically and donking their audio pack in to Chris's spine.] I am a weaponized form of teenage attitude, and I lack a conscience to boot. Tell me, who would you rather kill your enemies: some hardened criminal who'll inevitably turn on you, or some stupid kid who can kill without even being fully aware?
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Date: 2026-04-09 09:43 am (UTC)(Physically, at least. Chronologically they're like... 19.
Why do people keep mistaking them for a kid?
(They don't look at themself enough to notice they have babyface.)
Raqio leans into them and they consider pulling away again but instead they lean back. They are bigger and heavier than you child, and two can play at this game.)
I think I'd rather ruin my enemies than kill them. (Kill them and they'll be replaced. Chris wants to ruin their reputation and taint the entire institution by association. Watch them crumble. See the whole world in outrage over the truth.
Better if they're alive to be humiliated.)
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Date: 2026-04-09 10:13 am (UTC)[Yes, their voice does get a little louder and more bewildered as they speak, what about it.]
2/2 (cw: suicidal ideation time this is such a fucking bewildering combo of things)
Date: 2026-04-09 10:39 am (UTC)Whatever, that only illuminates my point. If you've made it- to thirty, apparently -then you have some fire in there. You haven't been killed by someone else, you haven't killed yourself, you have those annoying little qualms about killing others that I guess everyone else has-
[As if to add distraction on to the rough subjects, they abruptly bump back against Chris's leaning. Not for Chris's benefit, sadly, though if they'd fully suspected they would have. But because the reality of their own declarations were wearing on them, so close together. Seriously...what was 'thirty' even? A number they'd not put much stock in to ever reaching.]
If all of that is true, then there is still a value in you being here, right now. Maybe you don't want to be saved by anyone, I can't say I would ever want that either. But someone assisting you in ruining people is different, I should think. Even if I'll never see them, or see you again, I'd still love to play some bit part in their downfall. I've already drafted a route up for Yuri, and...if I'm honest, it'd be best if that's the last time I ever spoke to them.
This CR is so weird I love it
Date: 2026-04-09 11:17 am (UTC)(But Raqio continues and something about their thoughts...
They move suddenly, turning around to pull the kid into a hug.)
I don't need a guidebook, asshole! But don't you dare die, or run away, or destroy yourself pursuing revenge or any other stupid thing you might be thinking of!
everyones mentally ill your honor. the fae havent invented a DSMV entry for it
Date: 2026-04-09 10:43 pm (UTC)[To be blunt, they're so taken aback by having the mood twist back around on them that they just kinda go slack in the hug.] Why are you saying that...? [Raqio sounds so sincerely confused, mind gone blank even though they desperately want to figure out what triggered this kind of a reaction.
It's in the quiet of that moment, that the reverse of their half-week of psychic powers finally plays out in reverse: that their mind almost blooms outward with the image of a smug, brilliant smile on some bird-styled stranger's face...but where the whole of the memory should be warm, all Raqio has been able to parse in the image is the faint look of pity in Cielo's eyes.
It's abrupt, the amount of force they manage to conjure up to push Chris out of the hug, standing up suddenly, looking scalded and furious.] I could say the same thing back to you- what's it to you?! I'm trying to provide collaboration, so don't talk to me like I'm the one that needs- [Their glare intensifies, because Raqio can't bring themself to even say it.] If you want to stop me from my course, you'd better accept that you're alive. I'm not taking any more advice from the dead than I already have!
Autistic, queer, and traumatized vs slightly different flavor of autistic, queer, and traumatized
Date: 2026-04-10 12:42 am (UTC)A smug birdlike face, a look of pity...
Their whole face scrunches up in offense.) Why the fuck would I pity you, asshole! You're-(A moment of hesitation, where they almost seem to say a very different word.)-privileged in ways I'll never be!
(Human. Accepted, even if they don't easily make friends. Body unmarked by torture and slavery.
Can't they see how good they have it?
They look away again.)
You're the one thinking about not making it to thirty and talking about never seeing people again.
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Date: 2026-04-10 01:00 am (UTC)Why would I want to live to thirty? If this is a glimpse at what that looks like- bitter, claiming to be all but dead already -why would I ever want to maintain this charade?! [They make a swiping gesture, pent up enough to need to exert it, but not exactly well-versed in like. Hitting things or people.] At least I can accept I killed him, accept that responsibility enough to want to avoid others getting tangled up in it- that never seems to work, but I'm... [They shake their head, harshly enough to basically shake their shoulders too, turning back to the roof's edge.] ...I'm not sticking around just to make a further fool of myself.
[...some spiteful part of them wants to try and jump in to the bushes again, but without the same manic energy from before, the fear seizes before they can even make more than a thought to the idea. Instead, they push through the freeze, trying to keep their chin up as they storm over to the roof ladder.]
Featuring entirely new permutations of being incredibly bad at communication!
Date: 2026-04-10 02:08 am (UTC)You little shit! Don't you even run away! (They get up and follow, ready to yell at Raqio some more.)
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Date: 2026-04-10 02:18 am (UTC)Nope. Not even as a bitter joke, the sour thought is enough to have them scramble to the ladder and slip down two rungs, glowering up at Chris before they finish going down. Their room's not far from the fire escape ladder, so if worst comes to they can just book it for the door-]
And why not? You're clearly finished listening, and so am I! [They gesture a dismissive wave at their head; the bandage headband is starting to spot a tiny bit, barely enough to notice but enough that they want to itch at it.] If you want to finish this lovely heart to heart, then you can wait 'til tomorrow- I'm going to bed. [...its like. Barely evening. They are ignoring this.]
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Date: 2026-04-10 02:27 am (UTC)(The moment Raqio is down the ladder enough for it to be safe they're gonna climb down after them. Fuck you child, they'll stand at your door and yell if they have to!)
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Date: 2026-04-10 02:33 am (UTC)I grew up on a space ship, what does time have to do with anything?
2/2 JUMPSCARE
Date: 2026-04-10 02:45 am (UTC)[ The last thing Chris probably sees, before the door slams shut and both Raqio and their attacker hit the deck, is Setsu's face. Both the young soldier's expression and their thoughts radiate the same thing: Fuck this bird for real. ]
[ Hi Chris! Bye Chris! ]
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Date: 2026-04-10 03:04 am (UTC)Fuck! This is why you don't let anger take over in a fight!)Raqio!
(They're going to punch the door at least once before they give up.
This isn't over... but it's clear that they're not the only one who has a bone to pick with the little jerk.)