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scriveynerTitle: Destination Unknown Prompt Fill
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Mecha
Characters/Pairing: Beyond, Hekiru
Rating: T
Length: 487
Summary: Masayoshi spun himself in the chair, legs flung out and tail flopping behind him.
Masayoshi spun himself in the chair – legs flung out and tail flopping behind him. The room was dimly lit, primarily by the large computer screens, running and processing data in the background. He’d never really cared for the screens, he preferred the 3D displays that were far more common now, but some people were still very attached to the technology they grew up with.
“Would you please stop that, it’s very distracting.” Midorikawa Hekiru was seated at a brightly-lit workstation, his long hair pulled back from his face. He glanced up, over his glaces, and frowned disapprovingly at Masayoshi, who let the chair spin itself out before flopping his feet flat on the ground. He looked back down at the dismantled device, and turned over a burnt component with a pair of forceps. “And you don’t know where they went?”
“I told you that already.” Masayoshi slumped back in his chair, arms crossed like a petulant toddler. “The piece of crap shorted out and I went face-first into a wall.” He kicked his legs and stared at the ceiling, sighed out a breath. If he’d well and truly lost them, then everything was lost, wasn’t it? “You should have warned me that it wasn’t powerful enough to carry a load of three people.”
“Mm,” Midorikawa flipped a few pieces of circuitry, and held a piece below a magnifying glass. “It was never meant to be used to pull people across dimensions. If you had bothered to ask, I would have told you there was a ninety-four percent risk of failure.”
Masayoshi tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, and if I’d bothered to ask, you would have stopped me anyway.”
“Most likely. I believe I can repair the device back to a working capacity for transportation, but without Harazuka-sensei’s help, I don’t know if it will ever achieve a full matter load again.” Midorikawa raised his head and glared across the room at Masayoshi. There was something resembling venom in his voice – old, worn-out, like he didn’t know quite how to forget how much he loathed Masayoshi. “Don’t forget the only reason I’m helping you is because Harazuka-sensei still thought you trustworthy,” he added.
He sighed, deeply. Masayoshi had learned to let that roll off of him months ago – he would have nothing but hate and contempt and he was okay with that. It gave people a commonality, after all. “You do remember this whole thing is about saving the world, right?”
“Sometimes I wonder if this world is worth saving, any longer,” Midorikawa said softly, and adjusted his magnifying glass.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Mecha
Characters/Pairing: Beyond, Hekiru
Rating: T
Length: 487
Summary: Masayoshi spun himself in the chair, legs flung out and tail flopping behind him.
Masayoshi spun himself in the chair – legs flung out and tail flopping behind him. The room was dimly lit, primarily by the large computer screens, running and processing data in the background. He’d never really cared for the screens, he preferred the 3D displays that were far more common now, but some people were still very attached to the technology they grew up with.
“Would you please stop that, it’s very distracting.” Midorikawa Hekiru was seated at a brightly-lit workstation, his long hair pulled back from his face. He glanced up, over his glaces, and frowned disapprovingly at Masayoshi, who let the chair spin itself out before flopping his feet flat on the ground. He looked back down at the dismantled device, and turned over a burnt component with a pair of forceps. “And you don’t know where they went?”
“I told you that already.” Masayoshi slumped back in his chair, arms crossed like a petulant toddler. “The piece of crap shorted out and I went face-first into a wall.” He kicked his legs and stared at the ceiling, sighed out a breath. If he’d well and truly lost them, then everything was lost, wasn’t it? “You should have warned me that it wasn’t powerful enough to carry a load of three people.”
“Mm,” Midorikawa flipped a few pieces of circuitry, and held a piece below a magnifying glass. “It was never meant to be used to pull people across dimensions. If you had bothered to ask, I would have told you there was a ninety-four percent risk of failure.”
Masayoshi tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, and if I’d bothered to ask, you would have stopped me anyway.”
“Most likely. I believe I can repair the device back to a working capacity for transportation, but without Harazuka-sensei’s help, I don’t know if it will ever achieve a full matter load again.” Midorikawa raised his head and glared across the room at Masayoshi. There was something resembling venom in his voice – old, worn-out, like he didn’t know quite how to forget how much he loathed Masayoshi. “Don’t forget the only reason I’m helping you is because Harazuka-sensei still thought you trustworthy,” he added.
He sighed, deeply. Masayoshi had learned to let that roll off of him months ago – he would have nothing but hate and contempt and he was okay with that. It gave people a commonality, after all. “You do remember this whole thing is about saving the world, right?”
“Sometimes I wonder if this world is worth saving, any longer,” Midorikawa said softly, and adjusted his magnifying glass.
