sticks my loggy out [OPEN]

[coordination]

CHARACTERS: Yzak and you!
LOCATION: All over the place
DATE: Also all over the place
CONTENT: See above
WARNINGS: Will add if any!



Prompt #01
[ Standing on the teleportation platform, scuffed and dirty from the mayhem earlier and still clad in his Sedorum armor - only sans the wings, now - Yzak watches as he feels the orb pull away from his fingertips and float through the doors of the North Wing. As if the orb itself was giving him his energy, he feels his shoulders slump in the moments after that, adrenaline finally beginning to melt away from him and being replaced with a dull ache in his muscles to remind him of how much just happened.

But it's the sort of ache Yzak would vastly prefer over the sort he had after returning from the last mission. The sort that feels worth the struggle because the result wasn't something that gripped and twisted at his heart with sharp, thorny vines, making him feel ultimately helpless; something that someone with his sort of ego can so very easily feel.

There's a lot to think about. Very important things that came out during that final battle. And they're already on his mind, with the way his brow furrows, the way he looks down at himself and idly wipes at some of the blood on his armor. But louder than those thoughts is what Entr'i said to him in parting repeating in his mind.

... but also, I hope, a friend.

That, and his attention is drawn to the sounds and voices around him as the others collect themselves, some heading to the infirmary, some simply stepping back to catch their breath. Yzak realizes that he can think about those other things shortly, even speak about them to the others, but for now he should see how everybody is doing.

And maybe sit down somewhere, eventually. ]

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Prompt #02
[ Because we'll never not have a moment where the Gundam character is staring meaningfully out into space.

Here Yzak is again shortly (anywhere from a couple to a few days) after their return, cleaned up and rested in one of the curved hallways connecting the wings of the station. His hands lean against the sill of the window as he gazes out into that mostly-dark-and-empty space outside, as if staring long enough will make those faint, distant little lights seem closer. ]

"I need the amulets to return home," huh...

[ He mutters to himself thoughtfully. Now that things have properly calmed down, that he's made sure his friends and allies are doing well, it's time to focus again. And allow himself to go over in his mind everything that just recently transpired. ]

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Prompt #03
[ Back to it, ever moving and always keeping himself busy, Yzak falls back into his usual routine, so is always catchable around the station. If anybody comes to visit him in [A. his room] (he'll let anybody in if they knock), they'll find him sitting on his bed next to his opened violin case, the violin proper set gently in his lap. In one hand he holds a small, beaded charm of a simple design, mainly silver in color but splashed with vibrant blues and reds, and he's currently considering the merits of attaching it to the end of the instrument. He's pretty deeply focused on this, as if it is an extremely important decision he's making. Of course, everything else in his room is on display as always.

He [B. trains] in the training room to keeps himself in shape, working on his marksmanship and bladework, he appears in [C. the kitchen] to make something for himself or perhaps to brew some tea (or coffee, in the mornings), he can be found in the [D. common area] reading, or perhaps setting up a game of chess if anybody agrees to play with him. He's also taking a moment closer to after their return to the station to peek into the [E. the living area], specifically the room of where one Athrun Zala was residing prior to their last mission. The room is now empty. And upon stepping back out of it, Yzak turns and angrily kicks the door after it shuts behind him. ]

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Wildcard & OOC

Wildcards are 100% chill and ENCOURAGED if nothing in the prompts stick out of if you had an idea. Contact me at gaignun, Tara#1768 or PM me here if you'd like to kick around ideas or want a custom starter and I will be more than happy to oblige!!

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i do what i want and i choose prompt 1 first

[firstroar]

[there's little chance to confirm the return of everyone safe and sound: getting back reached right at the limits of Blue's very limited stamina...but not entirely over it. not yet.]

Yzak--

[he'd been certain he sensed him before the shift, but can be even more certain now that the number of minds has reduced to just those bound to Ximilia's fate. he straightens, eyes darting around familiar and unfamiliar shapes alike until he can perceive that particular brand of Coordinator mind.]

Here. This way. [he can tug at his mind for his attention, guide him over to him while he waits, gradually lifting his hands as he sees him squeezing through people.]

gOOD

[coordination]

[ From one sensation never felt before coming to the Ximilia to the next, Yzak barely has the time to properly register how powerful that orb felt in his hands before he feels Blue reach out to his mind. Beating him to the punch, really, because once Yzak's attention shifted to everything else around him, Blue was going to be his first priority to seek out. ]

Where-? Hey! Move! [ That too familiar loud voice can be heard as he bumps into someone - someone on the team who is fine and not injured, don't worry it's fine.

Once he emerges and is within eyeshot, Yzak takes his own moment to assess the other before he reaches back to one of those hands - mainly to make sure Blue is not hurt or anything. A little worn and torn he can handle! Because he looks that way, too, right now. ]

For Sabriel!!

[coordination]

[ Yzak has no reason to keep any simulations he does private, so he isn't surprised when in the middle of a session, someone walks in on him.

What they walk into is the middle of a battle, different giant robots of different types and sizes flying through space, flashes from gunfire and the clash of beam swords and random explosions illuminating the area around them.

- but after a few seconds of that, everything stops as if someone pressed the pause button. And the cockpit of one of the machines located just above the waist opens up, Yzak's familiar form (wearing his white flight suits and helmet) climbs out to look in the direction of whoever just walked in, a little makeshift platform forming under her feet because of how ... well, disoriented one can get in the middle of space. ]

Sabriel?

[bindsthedead]

Yzak?

[He's right, Sabriel would be disoriented- is disoriented. Like always, it's strange to see space- and not like the void outside the station, but instead filled with things, above and around her, the Earth suspended in the air like an enormous jewel.]

Are you training with mobile suits?

02

[hatejakku]

Hm?

[ Finn hadn't been on Giva, so he's missing some context. All the same, it's not like he seems overly worried about it. He looks better than he did in Taeum, except maybe more exhausted somehow. Might be the baggy clothes and small slouch to his shoulders.

But he'd just left from secluding himself in his room and was going to seclude himself in the Sunlight Room when he crossed paths with the other man. ]

Everything all right?

[coordination]

[ Yzak peeks back over his shoulder to Finn - it's his first time seeing him since returning to the station - and he's glad that he looks a lot better than he did. He says nothing right now of the exhausted look, though he notices it in Finn's eyes. It's understandable, given everything that they just went through. But at least the outcome softened things the smallest bit and the team wasn't left despairing. Then again, nearly any outcome would have been softer compared to what Yzak had to go through at the end of Badrock, so his standard of measurement there might be a little off. ]

Yeah.

[ He answers with a nod, turning a little bit to face him, one hand still braced on the windowsill. ]

It's what that bastard said when Entr'i and Angrial found out that The Highest One and Him were the same person playing both sides.

#2 ✨⭐✨⭐✨⭐

[spacedisaster]

[ Peter had been looking for Yzak now that things had calmed down and they had had some time to rest. He wants to make sure Yzak is doing well, and to congratulate him for his good job during the last day of the mission. He finds the man distracted by the dark expanse of the universe, and Peter can not blame him.

He too stares into space from time to time, thinking about his own world, his team -family, really- and how they will be doing. If he thinks too long and too hard about it, his chest hurts, so he's trying to distract himself now. Because he doesn't want to startle the other man this time, Peter makes sure to drag his feet and make some noise as he approaches him. ]

The highest one said that, right...? Peter had been close enough to hear because he was also actively seeking the bastard. At least at the beginning, he might not have been so different from us. Mind if I join you?

[coordination]

It's fine.

[ Yzak's tone implies a sort of of course, you don't need to ask. He hears Peter coming, ears easily picking up on his approach even before he purposefully drags his feet. ]

And, yeah, he did. Right after saying that he destroys planets. I wonder just what the hell his whole deal was.

3-E

[bijective]

[On his way back to his quarters, Hermann keeps to himself as he walks down the corridor. Only to be met with a sudden kick and thrash of the door. He stops to glance even if the other can’t see. Sometimes he finds it best not to be intrusive about these matters or else risk having his arm being nearly torn off to shreds.

Hermann takes one more glance from the side and continues down the corridor. There’s no need to be intrusive.]

[coordination]

[ Yzak is faster than you, Hermann! So as he himself marches off after exiting the room that now doesn't seem to have any trace of its former inhabitant, he whirls around the corner of the corridor to spot the Doctor. ]

Oh.

Hello, Doctor.

wildcarding!

[construing]

[ bright sunlight pours out of the door of the simulation room. as soon as anyone comes to threshold, the wind mercilessly whips at hair, clothes. once the eye adjusts to the brightness (a slightly difficult task considering gwen's universe upped its contrast and brightness settings compared to the rest), the view—an unimpeded sightline across manhattan to new york harbor behind it—is breathtaking.

it is as near a perfect replica as gwen can make as seen from the empire state. this particular version of the building, however, has a key difference. she neglected to install the safety railing around the observation deck.

gwen sits on the edge, looking out at the city. her feet kick idly a thousand feet in the air. the wind tugs insistently at her clothes, but she is relaxed here in a way she never is on solid ground. her phone lies in her lap, earpiece replaced by earbuds, the chatter of the network replaced by her current playlist.

might have to yell a bit louder to be heard this time, bud. ]

[coordination]

[ There's always a very high chance that when one wishes to come to the simulation room, it's already taken. So when Yzak enters and finds that it's already in use, he isn't upset or even surprised.

In fact, he's somewhat intrigued at the sight that greets him, because it's something he knows, but it still isn't exactly familiar. Not like this. ]

This is ... New York City?

[ A question, though he sounds absolutely sure of the answer. Blue eyes at first squint against the bright flood of light that meets him upon entry, but Coordinator eyes can adjust to it without much of an issue. The wind's intensity certainly feels like what he remembers from the harsher weather down on Earth. ]

Gwen?

[ He notes her back, her outfit distinguishable enough to know who it is.

...

He calls her name again, before scowling slightly and striding up to the edge next to her so she has no choice but to see his movement out of the corner of her eye. ]

c-c-combo wildcard etc

[oiorpata]

[ andy is on her way to the training room, but considering she is carrying a bottle of vodka and pretzels, it may not be that obvious. there's a sword at her waist, a tiny hint. it's just her vibe for the training room. what's the point if she cannot bring snacks with her? water? don't know her. ]

[ this is not the first time she has run into yzak staring dramatically into space. she's starting to wonder if this is a coping mechanism. ]

I'm a little more concerned about the "We."

[coordination]

[ This is absolutely how a Gundam character copes. Or just requires for some serious reflection about something.

Hearing Andy's voice, he turns his head to fix blue eyes on her, clear and awake in that way that implies that he's gotten the proper amount of rest following their return. ]

Yeah. That's what We do; destroy planets. [ He repeats that with a terse sort of confusion. ] Destroyers of homes that seek to return to their own.

3d

[callada]

[Rosinante, it turns out, agrees readily once he catches sight of the board and its pieces. He'll sit on a pillow on the floor, rather than one of the too-small chairs - his knees always knock against the table in those. Maybe he'll think next to ask Viveca for larger furniture.]

Been a few years, but I used to play against Sengoku when I was at home. Even beat him once.

[He smiles and makes himself comfortable. Might as well relax with something mostly mental, given his injuries.]

[coordination]

A few years?

[ Finishing up with setting the pieces down on Rosi's end just as he comes over and sits down, Yzak leans back as he begins to quickly do the same for his side. ]

Well, don't expect me to go easy on you just because it's been a while! I'll give you an excuse to want to get the hang of it again fast!

[ He's not the type who wants anybody to go easy on him, under the belief that he won't try as hard, get as better as quickly as he would compared to when he sees how far he has to go. So he tends not to offer it to anybody else because he doesn't want to offend them like he'd be in that position. ]

Black or white?

Prompt #03; time to play that music!

[calmness]

[ xichen goes to visit yzak more with the intention of seeing how he is faring after the mission, given the role he's played and his time with entr'i. there are questions in his mind regarding him and blue, about the child he had watched over and shepherded to taeum.

he knocks, steps inside when the door is opened. the greetings they exchange are easy now and this time xichen does not tease first thing as he slips into the space. but it's not questions of yzak's state that come to mind first, instead the charm and violin that draw xichen's curiosity as he steps closer. ] Is it from Giva?

[ a silly question really. he tilts his head though as he asks, hands tied behind his back. ] I believe, when I was unwell, we spoke about playing together. [ he'd talked about it, actually, but consider that something he is holding yzak to. ]

🎻

[coordination]

[ Sometimes you just go to hell and adopt a child, Xichen, it happens all the time.

Yzak peeks up from his work when Xichen enters and greets him, and he'll get a nod in return. Because if they spoke about it, then that to Yzak is as solid as any sort of agreement. And he's a man who holds true to his word.

He sits up straighter, briefly pausing in his actions as he looks down to the charm in his hand. ] It is. From Sedorum, specfically.

[ His expression softens some. ] It was a gift.

simulation room wildcard;

[blackfire]

（ it is a rare occasion that he does not mind interruption. he is within the simulation, building out a level that resembles konoha, each detail done with the utmost in precision and perfectly to scale. the high wall around the city, the four faces in stone which is the last he knew of it — he supposes tsunade senju's likeness would have been added in the interim.

but this is the village in the time he knew it as a boy.

when the door to the simulation room opens, he cants his head faintly to one side, but does not banish what he's building. truly, he doesn't care if people see konoha, no matter how dearly guarded its secrets remain for him. ）

Yzak.

[coordination]

[ For a moment, he thinks he's in America down on Earth again - but no, that's not the four-faced stone carving he's familiar with. He was just in New York City a few days ago when he came into the simulation when it was already in use by Gwen, so that's where his mind first jumps here.

This location is unfamiliar to him. More unfamiliar than places he knows from study, at least - he hasn't actually been to any of the ones he's seen photos of and learned about - his very little time down on Earth was spent either in a base or on a battlefield. ]

Hello, Itachi. [ He offers a small nod in greeting, realizing now how little he'd seen of him during the last mission. Some network communication, and then just before they returned to the station, but the latter was so hectic that there was no time to really speak of anything. After the greeting, he takes a look around. ]

What is this place?

3e

[chrysology]

[During.....well. Everything with the mission. Ed realizes how easily it can happen to lose track of others. With Yzak having been asking about Athrun. He'd kept an eye out but hadn't gotten back to Yzak about it, not having spotted the other. But that hadn't meant that Athrun wasn't around somewhere else. Ed and Yzak could have just missed him somehow or other. He heads to find the other, to ask, and he finally does find Yzak with hearing the door, hearing that kick to it.]

There you are. Everything okay? I know you were looking for Athrun earlier with the mission and all......?

[Maybe this is not the best time. Yzak doesn't seem to be in the best mood. Possibly relating to said other friend.]

[coordination]

[ He's spinning around just as Ed addresses him, the kick a good enough catharsis that he's still mad, but not so much so that he's going to brush the other off.

He does frown, though, upon hearing Athrun's name, and then waves a hand at the door he just kicked. ]

It's just as I figured, when nobody else seemed to see or hear from him! That bastard is gone.

🥂

[coordination]

[ On one of the more quieter evenings on the Ximilia, Yzak is in the kitchen and considering the merits of making himself some tea a little earlier than usual and perhaps settling in to catch up on reading, notes, studies. He's rummaging through this and that because while for the most part, things are kept in order here - someone will always put something away in a different place.

It's during said rummaging that Yzak pauses and glances over his shoulder to one of the storage cabinets. That's right, they promised to follow-up on something, didn't they? He and Blue. Once they were back and feeling a bit better. There were drinks to be tested and memories to be shared.

So rather than continue on his current tea mission, Yzak changes course and focuses to reach out to Blue. ]

Blue?

[firstroar]

[it's been a hard couple of days. when Blue's psionics are up, the mood within much of the people he cares about being so anxious and dour thanks to McCoy's state. he knows what it's like now...William, Mira...he understands what he put them through, falling asleep unexpectedly, not waking.

thankfully, sensing Yzak is a bright spot in this dark sea.

he lifts his eyes from the book he was reading.]

Hello, Yzak.

3D

[romancekiller]

[clarke was on her way to the sunlight room with her sketchbook in hand as she makes her way through through the common area. it was habit at this point after wrapping up the mission because it was one of the few places on the ship she found to be peaceful, somewhere she could sit and draw to unwind from everything they had been dealing on the mission but she does come to a stop when she notices yzak setting up a chess board.

she is hit with a bit of nostalgia because it was one of the many games she used to playwhen she was younger but she doesn't dwell on that for long. she shifts her focus, remembering that he asked to see her drawings after the mission so with her sketchbook in hand, she figures this was a good a time as any as she approaches him]

Are you playing a game with someone? [ it seemed like he was either playing by himself or setting up for someone to join him but she asks more so to make sure she isn't interrupting or anything]

[coordination]

Hello, Clarke.

[ He greets as he pauses in his actions, looking up at her. ]

Not right now, no. But if anybody were interested, we could get started right away. [ Hence the setting up the board, at the very least. ] And there are enough people who I'm sure would be interested, to pass some time.

Chess is incredibly helpful if one would like to test their abilities of leadership on a battlefield, after all. Decision making, trying to read the person on the other side and making the right choices to succeed. It's always come in handy.