Let's Get All-Catching

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CHARACTERS: Yzak and anyone!
LOCATION: Various places around the station.
DATE: Different times (will be noted).
CONTENT: Catch-all containment zone.
WARNINGS: Any will be added to prompts.

(( Getting things rolling with current plans! Got some prompts in the comments, but feel free to throw me brand new ones! I'm here for it all. ♥

As always, down with multiple comments to do more than one thing with others. And contact me by PMing here, at gaignun, or Tara#1768 for any questions/plotting! ))

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The Return (cw some talk of burn stuff) (OTA)

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[ Yzak was among the small group that went after Suk-Ju and returned with the cowardly Lord in tow. Everything was way too hectic to deal with at the time, but detaining him was clearly A Process, what with the varied physical state of said small group - Yzak himself with part of his outfit straight up burned through, the skin underneath bleeding and raw.

It's fine though. He's fine.

Once everything ends and they're swept back to the station is when he can finally take a moment to breathe. He'd been moving non-stop since the fighting started, and while he's adapted to that kind of adrenaline-fueled situation, it's never fun when it wears off. So he leans back against a wall and sucks in a breath. He curses to himself when he lets that breath back out, wincing slightly as he pulls some of the burnt fabric away from his skin to get a better look at the damage. The back of his left arm managed to take most of it, but there's a nice mark on his chest underneath that, too.

Okay he's still fine, but also, ow. ]

Ah, son of a bitch...

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel's tired. She really, really should get some rest, but- she hasn't quite crashed from her adrenaline high yet and she can see that Yzak is hurt.]

Yzak. [Despite her exhaustion, Sabriel's voice is surprisingly firm.]

Can you get your shirt off? I'm going to try a healing spell.

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Yeah.

[ It's not a STRUGGLE, however it does hurt in the places he has to peel the fabric away from where it's stuck on his skin, so it takes him a minute because he's being careful about it. But off it comes, eventually! With a minimal amount of Yzak failing to suppress a stinging hiss for the nastier looking areas. ​]

We managed to grab whatever the hell it was he was using to do this, at least.

[bindsthedead]

Good. Perhaps it will come in useful on the next mission.

[Sabriel's hands hover over the injury, and leans forward. If the wounds were inflicted by something magical, perhaps... but no. Whatever caused the injuries, the burns themselves have no residual magic to try to resist the healing, so Sabriel flexes her fingers and gets to work, tracing out mark after mark, linking them together to form the healing spell, her expression full of intense, but distant focus, as though she's watching something that Yzak can't see.]

Right. Your arm first.

[There's a flash of light as the marks coil together and start to seep into his skin, but when it fades, Yzak's arm looks better, like it's been healing well for a week or two, with residual Charter marks crawling over his skin.]

I'll do your chest next. Just... Don't do any serious exercise for the next few days. The spell dulls the pain, but if you're too active, you'll disrupt it and stop the healing.

A Sprinkle of Everything (OTA)

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[ A general here and there list, in case anybody wants to run into Yzak during any of these times: ]


• A.
  [ Just after the end of the mission, after getting some healing from Sabriel, Yzak is one of the Orbers in medbay getting his wounds tended to (see here).
  
  He's sitting off the side of one of the beds, looking a touch impatient, like he prefers to be literally anywhere else right now. He doesn't look like he plans to get comfortable there. ] 
  
  
  B.
  [ Experiencing the Hardships of War™ and becoming a Commander himself, responsible for the lives of the entire team he was leading into battle, Yzak is definitely less of a stubborn, obnoxious fuck of a gremlin than he used to be. At least where his own sense of self-preservation is concerned. So he is taking things easy, in the days following their return to the station.
  
  As easy as Yzak Jule can take anything, at least. Because he's still up and about, unable to simply sit somewhere for too long and do nothing. He won't be doing anything wild immediately, like practicing in the training room or the simulator, but he can be found in the kitchen making something (healthy!) to eat, or in the common area, reading a book (is it folklore? techy stuff? fiction? economics and politics? take your pick, he can have them all!). He might even poke his head into one of the more active rooms out of curiosity and see your character up to something. ]
  
  
  C.
  [ What kind of Gundam character would miss out on a prompt for just silently staring out into space through a window, thinking about things that have transpired?
  
  Yzak can be found ... well, leaning against the sill of a window in the circular walkway, silently staring out at the stars, clearly in thought! Perhaps, even, about what has just transpired. ]
  
  
  D.
  [ Of course the moment Yzak can do so, he will actually be in the training room at various points, if only for some simple work-outs to stretch out his left arm a little as it heals. Gotta keep active, after all! ]

c.

[bijective]

[Never in Hermann’s wildest dreams did he ever imagine looking out at the vast expanses of the universe, away from the Earth’s atmosphere. There’s almost a calming presence whenever he settles down to look at that endless darkness.

So he isn’t surprised when others are also drawn to its alluring aura. Pushing his wheelchair further down to meet Yzak by the middle of the window, he throws on his eyeglasses that dangle over his neck by a library chain.]

Peculiar isn’t it? Lightyears of pitch-black darkness and yet, our eyes continue to piece together this enormous puzzle.

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[ He hears the wheelchair coming and sends a sideglance to Hermann as he approaches. ]

Peculiar? [ Gazing back out again, he considers. ] I guess I never thought of it like that.

How are you feeling?

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Yes, um — Much better now, thank you. The medical technology here is far more advanced than it is back at home. I should be up and about in no time.

[He makes a similar side-glance towards Yzak.]

Are you alright?

c

[skelepun]

[ Oh hey. Look at that. Another broody loser, come to soak up in the vastness of it all that is wondrous and space-y. His first instinct is to find another place to mope, but Sans recalled Yzak from the market -- silver hair, thing for jewelry, didn't like being called kid -- and the memory was amusing enough for him to ignore that impulse.

He could use some cheering up right about now. From the looks of Yzak, maybe both of them could. ]

Hey, kid. [ He clears his "throat," appearing next to him without so much as a sonud. ] Spacing out over here?

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[ That gets him to start slightly - Sans' sudden, quiet appearance. He's not used to being unable to hear something approaching, especially when he's already surrounded by silence.

But that brief start turns into a small scowl. ]

Yzak!

[ Will either of them break first and drop this, or will this be a never-ending cycle of Sans calling him kid and Yzak crankily correcting him? Mysteries. ]

And I'm not spacing out. I don't space out!

[ Did the pun go over his head? Or is he simply ignoring it because he never finds anything funny? Also mysteries. ]

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Right, that's what I said.

[ Sans picks at his teeth, seemingly unfazed by the force of Yzak's reaction. If anything, he looks pleased by it. Because no. No, they will never get past it.

He leans against the window, drumming a finger against it as if it were a fish tank. ]

So what wouldja call whatever you're doing, then?

B.

[directrix]

[ Zelda isn't exactly interested in contemplating the vastness of space or what in the name of all that's unholy she'd been thinking when she'd agreed to this bargain. It's foolish, to believe they'll actually deliver on their promise, but what other choice does she have?

She can, however, be found in the common area often enough, usually wielding a lit cigarette. Oddly, the smoke doesn't seem to give off any particular odor. Nodding toward the book in his hands, she gives her cigarette holder a careless flick that, equally strangely, doesn't appear to drop any ash. ]

Enjoying your downtime?

hello I am excited and also on vacation so my tags might be spotty but!!! !!!!

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[ Yzak peeks over the top of his book when addressed, squinting in a way where he's clearly trying to put a name with a face. Or at the very least, a username on the network. But he comes up blank, even though by now he at least knows all of the faces on the station, including Zelda's. ]

As much as I can, anyway. [ It's never fun while recovering, but at least he can still move about just fine. ] Since who the hell knows when we'll have to head back out again.

Work Some Magic (for Sabriel)

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[ Thankfully Yzak's injuries aren't the kind that can really stop him from getting around - his legs are fine, thanks! And so is his other arm! So once he's been properly patched up, he's back in business. You can't keep a busy, consistently hard-working man down.

One of those first orders of business is to track Sabriel down, wherever she is.

He's had some time resting to think about things enough, and as a busy, consistently hard-working man, he's looking to add to his repertoire so to speak. ]

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel's in the sunlight room, sprawled out next to the stream with her eyes closed. She's not sure if her surroundings are real or just a clever technological illusion, like the simulation room, but it's a better place to meditate than most other parts of the station.

After the desperate fighting and more than a week of grueling spellwork, it's nice to simply immerse herself in the Charter, with no need to draw anything out. Instead, she simply watches the marks circle, noting which ones she recognizes and which ones she doesn't.]

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[ Yzak stops a short distance away from her when he notices her eyes closed ... napping?

There's no weird chill, or frost on her body, so at least he knows she isn't doing that whole going into Death thing. ]

Sabriel.

[ Said a little softer than usual, on the off-chance she is trying to rest so he doesn't startle her. ]

🛡️💪 (for Newton)

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[ Enough time passes that Yzak is in good enough shape to start getting physical again. It's not a very long time at all, really, as Coordinators can heal up a bit quicker than your average human. And now that he has, he can finally tackle some other plans he'd made during their mission. Specifically, the one he made with Newton.

By now he's memorized the layout of the station and where his teammates are all staying, so on one particularly quiet evening, he's knocking on the door to Newton's room. ]

Hey.

[ He calls out, to let him know who it is. ]

[groupiedrifter]

... Huh...? Who — Oh! Hey, dude.

[Newton pops his head out of the door with disheveled hair and a pair of sweats on, his eyebrows raised and big chest tattoo on full display. On the bed behind him, Clara's bundled up dozing in his blankets, looking a lot like a napping lion on a warm rock. Did Newton forget he and Yzak were gonna have a practice thing once they got back and Yzak heals? Maybe! But to be fair, this is Newton, and he remembers maybe ten minutes into the recent past.]

What's going on? You need something?

[He'll slap on some clothes and help you out, bro, just say the word.]

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[ Yzak's eyes sure travel to a lot of different places within the span of a couple of seconds. To Newton's bed-head, to his confused expression, down to the tattoo on his chest, back up over his shoulder to the sleeping Clara (who he will drop his voice for when he speaks again sos not to wake her), back to meet Newton's gaze.

He doesn't look particularly ready or alert right now, but Yzak replies anyway. ]

I was going to see if you were free, right now. So we can start your training, as discussed.

But if you were sleeping or busy, I can always come back later.

It's Not Like I'm Concerned For You Or Anything! (for Athrun)

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[ Not too long after his first (bloody, emotional rollercoaster) run-in with Athrun, Yzak is back at medbay to peek in on him.

Logically, Yzak knows Athrun is just fine, and not only because he knows that Athrun Always Somehow Makes It, but because he's definitely feeling well enough to spread lies and ruin Yzak's reputation on the network! Bastard, he thinks to himself, already starting up with that shit the moment he feels better! Ugh! He's already cursed by his presence!

Despite said logical knowledge, however, maybe Yzak simply feels better seeing that he's doing okay, rather than texting him on the network.

So he steps in, his eyes land on Athrun, and as per the norm, his mouth dips into a scowl. ]

Hmph. I'm shocked you're still staying put here!

i don't care about you b-baka

[egraegis]

[Athrun's genuinely surprised to see Yzak visiting him of all people, and while he does try to mask it, it's pretty evident. Yzak isn't known for open showing of... well, he doesn't know what this is. Concern-adjacent, maybe.]

I didn't want to risk the wrath of Sabriel again. I made a promise.

[It isn't like he has much he can accomplish in the state he's in, anyway.]

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Maybe if you'd used that head of yours at the start you wouldn't already be risking the wrath of someone here!

[ You mess of a human!

(pot to the kettle) ]

—What's with that face?

Still NOT Concerned! (for Cagalli)

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[ Yzak just barely leaves enough time for the newcomers to settle before he decides to seek Cagalli out on the station. He's still weirdly upset infuriated!! by Athrun's lack of knowledge and memory of anything that happened after Gibraltar. God damn, he thinks to himself, is this going to be the same case for her?

He really hopes not. It would feel ... lonely if he ended up being the only one of out of the three of them aware of what came after.

Finally, Yzak happens across her in the sunlight room. ]

There you are, Representative.

[ He gives her a polite little nod, still auto-shifting into Being Pleasant around her. ]

I wanted to ask you something

[lionize]

[He'll find her laying on her back in the grass by the water, shoes kicked off, no mind paid to her official uniform becoming dirty. She hears someone approach but doesn't acknowledge until they actually address her first.

Huh.]

It's just Cagalli here-- my position means nothing to anyone but the three of us. And sure, shoot.

[From her brief conversations with others, the only Orb they're familiar with is the kind they're supposed to collect.]

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[ Meanwhile his own uniform is as spotless and as white as ever. Unsurprising to everyone. ]

Right. Ah, Cagalli. [ Feels weird to say! But he's adaptable. ]

What were you doing? Before you made the contract to come here.

[ This question is very clearly about Athrun, assuming she's also realized what's going on there. ]