ximilialog | ( open ) and if i only could make a deal with god

CHARACTERS: takeshi kovacs & you
LOCATION: various locations on the station
DATE: late october
CONTENT: post-mission recovery, eating, sparring, getting high, etc.
WARNINGS: broken arm, nudity, sexual content, and various types of drug use in some prompts

I. PRIDE ( limit to 1 tag-in only, cw: broken arm ) the infirmary

[ his fight with cheri had turned out pretty rough, and though his sleeve has its advances with neurachem to make him a little more durable than most, it doesn't negate the rough slam of his body against the wall when she'd thrown him with the rough force of her power, resulting in the broken bone of his arm. when they arrive back at the station, most everybody's not in the best of conditions on account of their shared fights, some left better off than others, and though he's more inclined to just pass out right where he lands, kovacs does eventually make his way to the infirmary, still in the bloody, ripped mess of the clothes he arrived in.

he's not exactly expecting anyone to necessarily help him out here, a bit of stubbornness leading him to search around the room for a sling on his own. of course, while the arm is the only thing that's broken, the rest of his body is still plenty aching from the rest of the fighting and he hisses and grits his teeth in the midst of his search, muttering quiet swears as he looks around.

maybe it'd be helpful for someone to lend him a hand. ]

II. GLUTTONY the mess hall

[ once he's got his sling for his arm, along with a fresh shower and clean clothes on, kovacs tries to get himself resettled at the station, at least enough so for him to get some rest after the big fight. starving, he heads on over the kitchen, fixing himself a fairly simply bowl of cereal before he goes out into the mess hall, seating himself at an empty table and picking up the spoon in his bowl with his currently only working hand.

if someone ends up sitting up at his table, his eyes peer over at the rest of the large room with plenty of empty seating before raising his brow at his new shared company. ] No other seats, huh?

III. ENVY ( cw: drug use ) the sunlight room

[ it might be something from that final fight, or maybe it's the way he hasn't had anything to keep himself busy since he's been back, but kovacs finds something pestering in his mind, something about his being here bothering him in more ways than he can really place. it's those times where his mind becomes consumed with old ghosts, visions in his mind that seem more real than they are, and so he chooses to fight them in the only way that's currently accessible to him.

in the bright pink backpack brought over with him from his own world, he carries not only a small collection of weapons but an abundance of drugs as well, some on the little harder side than others.

working like eyedrops, he lets the veuron fall into his eyes, feeling the effects of it work into him fast. in mere moments, he can see the colors of the sunlight room almost completely shift, the trees and the flowers suddenly brightening like a hologram of neon lights, the false stars above turning into lined waves of light circling around as his head sways.

bag still over his shoulder, he spins in place, mouth gaping and eyes wide like he's seeing it all for the first time, bright and mesmerizing. ]

IV. SLOTH ( cw: drug use ) the sunlight room

[ the hallucinogens aren't the only thing stored in his bag, and when it all becomes too loud, he finds himself seated against the bottom of a tree in the sunlight room, in the late dark of its nights, dropping the contents of a different drug into his eyes, this one with the effects of slowing everything down, everything falling quiet around him, his heart even slowing slightly.

he doesn't need to be high to see her. no, he can always very well see quell like she's right there in front of him, even when he knows she's gone, either as an aftereffect of still being fairly fresh with the sleeve he's wearing or simply because he can never get rid of her in his head — he'd never want to.

to anyone else who might slip by, he'd be staring at nothing right now, eyes focused with his arms dropped at his sides, bag nestled between his thighs, but for him, he can see every detail, every curve of her face as he remembers it vividly, even the sadness of her gaze. ]

I made a deal to get you back. [ he whispers quietly to her, his own eyes damp as he breathes shakily. ] It goes against everything we fought for. Everything you died for. [ with a swallow, his voice is a quiet rasp. ] But I can't do this without you.

V. WRATH training room

[ after about a few days to a week, he can feel the changes in his arm, healing a bit faster than the room, bone repairing from a combination of the tech on the ship on his own body's advantages. and after enough time of his own personal boredom and a frustration is being so limited with his limbs, the first thing he wants to do is make sure it's all in working shape.

heading on over to the training room, unicorn bag slung over his shoulder, his decision on practicing with his hands or a weapon is all dependent on who he may end up fighting against. looking to someone else in the room, he gives them a nod. ] Need a partner?

VI. LUST ( cw: nudity ) shared living space with the darkling

[ one thing he's definitely taking advantage of with all his current free time is sleeping, at least for as much as he can when he isn't fighting the sleepless nights, sometimes paired with nightmares of his past. sometimes, the exhaustion kicks in where he even forgets he shares a room, going to bed the way he's most comfortable — completely in the nude.

if there's a knock on the door — be it for him or the darkling, who shares the other half of the space — he'll wake with a muttered swear, rubbing his eyes and sleepily dragging his legs off the bed. too tired to even think of covering up, and often not even thinking of it much even if he were more consciously awake, he stands and heads over to the door, opening it with a deep squint of his eyes and body fully naked. ]

What do you want?

VII. GREED anything and anywhere

( feel free to discuss with me alternative options of the above prompts or something different altogether. if you'd like to discuss a closed starter for me to write, just hit me up on plurk at hepburns or send a pm. ♥ )

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[ he ponders it for a second, lips pursing a bit like he's thinking, but he looks down at their joined hands, feeling the shudder pulsing through him, like a relaxing hum shaking up through his body, and — well, he can't complain much. ]

Nah. Feels nice. Like a massage.

[ he lays his head back down, closing his eyes. ]

Does it feel weird doing it?

[Smiling when he tells her that it feels nice, Daisy's silent for a minute before answering him.]

It used to, when I had no control over it. The feeling was...

Intense. Overwhelming.

[And she felt alone, terrified. She saw the way her friends looked at her, handled her like she was about to explode.]

[ he's not sure what that might feel like, the concept of holding a sort of power in your body. the most he can relate might be within he ends up in a different sleeve with varied neurachem strengths, some a little more intense than others, forcing him to have to adapt each time.

but it's just a shift in biology, not some power over vibrations in the air like she can apparently handle. ]

This thing of yours — guess you didn't always have it then?

Nope.

[Still staring at the sky, Daisy hasn't blinked in the past few minutes as the colors of the stars float around them.]

I wanted to get rid of them, when it first happened. Thought I could somehow reverse it and was terrified when I found out it was permanent.

[Her body feels like it's floating amongst the stars, and the only thing grounding her was Kovacs' warm hand in hers.]

Do people have powers where you're from?

Not exactly. People's sleeves can be customized a certain way — mess around with the chemicals, things like that. Could even wear a synth sleeve to change your appearance at will, but — powers? It's more about skill than magic tricks.

[ not that he's entirely sure if this can be classified so simply like that, especially since it's something that seems to have changed her entire structure. something like that is going to do more than just affect the physical chemicals. ]

What about now? Do you like having it?

Like to have specific genetics?

[All of it sounds like cheating, in a way, but who wouldn't want to have the best genetics for everything if given the chance?]

You seem pretty skilled at punching people.

[It's a compliment, even if she had been at the receiving end of his skills in the ring.]

I can't imagine my life without them.

[Except she can, and it's terrifying. She comes back to the fact that he mentioned being able to change your appearance at will, because it took a minute for that to fully sink in.]

Can you do that? Change your appearance whenever you want?

[ he can't imagine that kind of power, not the way that the neurachem gives him certain strengths. all it is is a bit of advancement in the bone structure and improvement of brain waves, not a newfound power to vibrate things around you. ]

Not without a synthetic sleeve. And customizing sleeves otherwise is just something done experimentally, usually through cloning and DNA processing before even putting in a stack.

[ he gives his shirt a light pinch, as if to gesture to himself. ]

'Fraid what you see is what you get.

So basically, you've gotta be extremely rich.

[At least that's what she's gathering. Could come in handy in a pinch, but talk about an identity crises.

Her head lolls to the side to look at him, smiling at his silly comment.]

You say that like it's a bad thing.

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