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AUGUST TDM.

T D M . 0 3

// PART I. all that glitters  


… What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?

The words, when they die out, leave you in emptiness — despairing, all-consuming, the kind that invites only the worst thoughts. What have you done? What have you agreed to do?

But then, from the emptiness, a golden light shines, and as you reach for it —

you wake up.

1.0   Perhaps it was less the golden light in your dream and more the insistent feeling of something metallic poking your side repeatedly, making beeping noises… wait, beeping noises?

When you look down, you’ll see a small robot staring at you and looking less than happy (maybe it has something to do with your disheveled state, maybe it's still mad about having to clean up after a certain pizza-induced mess). When you get up, it unleashes a series of beeps — and then furiously starts to scrub the floor.

Yes, the floor — instead of waking up in a bed, you find yourself lying on a hallway, white walls and white floor surrounding you. You don’t have long to stare at the minimalistic look of everything around you before the little bot starts poking you again, the word MOVE blinking across its visor.

So better get out of its way! Perhaps you’re on the hallway on your own and leave on your own… or perhaps there’s someone else, sleeping near you. Maybe do them the courtesy of waking them up before this little angry bot does! Or perhaps you’re the poor soul still sleeping and needing a rescue before the beeps make it to you.


2.0   If you need a visit to the infirmary, the situation may be more dire — perhaps there’s blood on the wall that you wake up against, your clothes may be dirty or ragged… whatever it is that has happened to you before waking here and has left you injured, it sure doesn’t create a reassuring sight. Best get to the infirmary as soon as possible.... with some assistance, perhaps.

Once upright, you may notice there’s something in your ear: an earpiece that, when you become aware of it, quickly runs you through the instructions for how to use the network, a recorded message by a female voice that explains exactly why you’re here… and leaves you with a map of the station.

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// PART II. the new staycation  


So what else is there to do but to explore? Best get to know what is now your new home.

3.0   The most pressing question that you might ask yourself is: but where will I stay? The question is answered once you walk through the winding white corridors to the common area. Behind it, there are three types of rooms: those with one bed, two beds and four beds. The rooms are clinical yet clean, and sparsely-furnished — and most importantly, most are occupied. So be prepared to get some roomies!


4.0   You may find your way to the armory, where you can try to work the machine there to make yourself a weapon — perhaps to replace one that didn’t come with you to the station… or maybe you want to be prepared for the future. The recently-returned team members will surely recommend having a functional weapon with you.

And speaking of weapons: to put it to good use, head to the training room, where the entire purpose is to provide you with a space to spar and train to your heart’s content!


5.0   After you’ve exhausted yourself training, it’s time to grab a bite. For that, you should head to the kitchen, which… seems to be filled with a lot of leftovers: takeout boxes with an assorted collection of pizza slices, kung pao chicken, lamb curry... not to mention the entire tray of chocolate brownies. Feel free to eat your fill — or if takeout isn’t your cup of tea, open one of the large fridges to pick fresh ingredients and make your own lunch.


6.0   A welcome reprieve to the cold, dark space that surrounds the characters can be found in the sunlight room. A skillful illusion surrounds anyone who steps inside the room: you can hear the trilling of birds, feel a light breeze caress your skin as you walk through a grass field. A new addition is a flower garden where there once was a meadow — now, roses, camellias, lilies and dozens of other flowers sway in the wind, all varieties in their own flower beds, with a winding path of stones leading through them. The path leads to where a bridge rises over a sparkling, babbling brook.

Here, it is easy to forget you are in space at all. Perhaps that gives you comfort, or just makes you miss the real nature all the more.


7.0   If you’d rather choose tinkering over nature, the lab is guaranteed to provide you with some entertainment. Glass vials and jars of chemicals sit on shelves in a surprisingly beautiful display of colour on one side of the room, while the other side of the room contains stacks of boxes containing assorted equipment: cords, bolts, panels, buttons, gears, gadgets, gizmos, and thingamabobs. The downside is that the parts available seem to have no apparent method to their sorting. So get digging, and you may just find exactly what you need to make what you’ve always wanted to make!


8.0   If it’s items you’re lacking, though, some time after your arrival, the earpiece alerts you to a new message.

// VIVECA.AI
Hi everyone, just letting you know there’s a new supply drop. It should be a little more… well, organised than before. If you made requests for items earlier, you should find them in a separate pile near the platform.

Indeed, the platform near the personal quarters is still whirring with power, and new items form neat piles on it. There’s clothes, shoes, dishware, skincare, books… even a couple of CDs, and a few cute stuffed animals. So sort through what there is and grab what you want, before someone else does!

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// PART III. bright young things  


(CW: POTENTIAL BODY MODIFICATION)

Whether you’re a quick study and you’ve become settled into life on the station, or you want to get the full lay of the land (in a manner of speaking) first, if you decide to explore the hall past the control room, you’ll eventually come across the simulation room.

Step past the threshold and the doors will slide shut with a quiet woosh. Nothing suspicious; nothing to worry about. But before you can really get a sense of your environment (a grey, large-ish empty room, no furniture, no discernable objects to provide markers), the room goes dark, and then … there’s really no other way to describe it: the room transforms.

You find yourself in a club. The music is upbeat, loud, but not too loud. Down a short flight of steps flanking the bar and seating is the open floor with more tables and booths bathed in a warm, dim glow of light, and at the very end of the room is a stage with its bright spotlight showcasing its performers — though, at the moment, the stage is empty.

9.0   When you take a step forward, you’ll feel a presence gently push at your chest or your shoulder — a tall and jovial man resembling a well-dressed bartender from the top up (the rest of him appears to move along wheels) approaches with a tall flute glass in hand. Its contents are sparkly and blue.

“Hello, there. Care for a drink? I’m afraid you won’t be allowed to continue until you do, and I assure you this is entirely safe. All effects you might experience remain only so long as you participate in this simulation.

Will you proceed? Please respond ‘Yes’ or ‘No’.”

There’s something a little strange about his voice, a cadence that doesn’t sound quite natural even when the simulation is so realistic otherwise. Once you’ve given your consent, the bartender continues.

“One thing you should know: there is an orb within this club. This drink will aid in your ultimate retrieval of the orb. To better blend in with our patrons, you may experience temporary changes within your body. Good luck.”


10.0   It seems the bartender wasn’t lying. Once you’ve allowed the drink (tasty, sweet-but-not-too-sweet, effervescent, with light notes of your fondest childhood memory) to settle in your stomach you might experience a myriad of effects on your body, ranging from a change in skin colour (pink? green? blue with spots?), an additional limb or two (or three), a tail or wings, or cybernetic parts such as lie-detecting eyes or a tongue that can uncover truths and lies in others. If you happen to find another Orber within the room and both of you have consumed the offered drink, you might find yourself experiencing a full bodyswap.

None of the changes are painful; if anything, they might not even be noticeable until you look into a mirror, look down at your limb-in-question, or your companion points it out.


11.0   The moment you approach the stage, a performer will appear as if out of thin air and begin to sing, her voice strong and smoky and melodic. Her enthralling performance could put you into a trance, but you have an orb to find and a personal task to accomplish, so it’s time to put your best foot forward and do a little investigating.

Talking to some of the patrons might prove fruitful as some of them are convinced that the stage has never sounded or looked so good, like there’s something giving performers that extra oomph that no one can explain. It might be wise to wait until that last performance before you sneak up there — or maybe you want to do a little snooping around now, you know, while everyone’s distracted. Strategize with your fellow Orbers and uncover the location of this hidden orb.

N O T E:   The effects of the drink and the level of changes your character experiences is entirely up to you. Patrons of this fine club won’t bat an eye if you look a little like them.

Additionally, there are three personal tasks provided to each character as they enter the simulation. In-game, each character will be given one task. For the purposes of the test drive, we’re leaving it to players to pick a task for their character and run with it.

A   If you’ve been given a particular body change that might aid you in this mission, do not use it to your advantage.

B   Team up with a fellow Orber to uncover the hidden location.

C   Get up on stage and put on a performance during the simulation. Your song choice will determine the outcome of success in your investigation.

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F Y I

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FOR SOME FUN:

Have a listen for some clues about the second mission.
(Hint: there are four clues in total.)


NAV

egraegis: (68)

[personal profile] egraegis 2021-08-21 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Hah...

[He does look like shit, he can't argue that. What else can he say, though? It's an unbelievable weight off his chest to hear all of that, and she's right to hold back because he already feels overwhelmed. Everyone he loves is alive. He didn't get Meyrin killed. The war is over. The PLANTs are in good hands with Lacus, and Cagalli is back in Orb. It's... everything he wanted, really. And he gets to see it happen, despite the wrong turns he's made along the way.

With a heavy breath, he ducks his head and presses his hands against it for a long moment, just taking all of that in. He runs his fingers through his hair, eyes clenching. It's okay. It's okay. God, it's so much. He only hopes he wasn't another burden on them all- that he was able to help them in the end, like he should have from the beginning.

First things first-]


I'm sorry. [It's quiet at first, but he tries again, louder, as he lifts his head.] I'm sorry... I never should have left.
bindsthedead: (art-breath)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2021-08-21 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
Did you hurt someone, did someone hurt you, or does this involve all the injured new arrivals who've been showing up?

I'm definitely teaching you a healing spell next by the way.

In any case, I'd recommend cold water and vinegar- if that doesn't work, I'll see what I can do.
egraegis: (84)

[personal profile] egraegis 2021-08-21 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds like a challenge.

[His tone is more musing than actively intrigued, though. He's not about to kick off his second chance at life with a break-in, as mysterious as all of that sounds. The whole place is a mystery to him, so he may as well start with what's accessible. ...Like the infirmary, once he feels ready to walk there.]

No doubt I'll think of plenty. Got any advice for a newcomer?
coordination: (hands off the merchandise papi)

[personal profile] coordination 2021-08-21 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
What do you mean rope me into it? You're here because you got approached, too, didn't you - and, ugh, they were doing so well with who they were reaching out to, up until now! [ Alas, he thinks to himself! Everyone makes mistakes, don't they. Even the forces that brought them all here. How sad.

And Athrun Zala if you think Yzak is just going to let being ignored simply pass, boy, you're in for it in a moment. ]


I'm here on my own accord!
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[personal profile] bossily 2021-08-21 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Doctor...

[She says it with fond exasperation and a roll of her eyes. She's not including herself in the pudding brains category, but she also isn't completely against him calling everyone else that at the moment. Her attention is on something else that she's deemed far more pressing.

So she reaches out to grab at his hand that was just gesturing at his guitar to get him to be still and listen.
]

How long have you been here? There's something you need to know.
arc_reactor: (Uncertainty)

[personal profile] arc_reactor 2021-08-21 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
( Once upon a time, he wore a mask of casual indifference for so long, even he thought that was just who he was. Untouchable, unbreakable. Now, a flood of emotion crosses his face. Shock, confusion, fear, guilt, and disbelief, all racing before the dawn of cautious, sorrowful wonder. Nat.

Some people grow inured to loss. Some never do. Tony feels his throat close around the words he wants to say, stymied, and his eyes are too bright. )
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bindsthedead: (art-cause for concern)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2021-08-21 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
True. Although some things are sealed away for a reason, and better left sealed.

[And with that ominous sounding statement out of the way, Sabriel turns her attention to his request.]

Trust your teammates- all of us have different skills, all of us want to succeed, and last mission- if we'd tried to do what we needed to do alone, we'd have gotten killed several times over. Teamwork is important.

[Sabriel's just going to repeat that, to make sure he gets it.]

If there's something you don't know about, someone here probably does- I've had to ask about technology a lot, and in exchange I help people understand magic. There's always at least a two week gap between missions, because that's how long it takes the teleporter to recharge. The earpiece you got will let you communicate with the rest of us- it was very useful when we had to split into different groups but still keep in touch.
chrysology: (Inside my mind)

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[personal profile] chrysology 2021-08-21 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Ed's wandering, initially finding Tony in the lab where the other is acquiring parts, golden eyes narrowing as he glances to his auto-mail. He's been kinda all the more cautious and paranoid about it ever since it was messed with somehow in him being infected back during the first mission. He doesn't want a repeat, is trying to do what maintenance he can to ensure he looks after it, what he can manage without Winry here to take it apart for repairs or make him a new one anyway.]

It seems to be working fine now. Wonder what was up before.....?

[Well. Tony seems to be one of the tech nerd guys that seems to know what he's doing? Gathering.....whatever it is he's after there. Ed's hesitant though, since he hasn't met Tony before this to know his skills. To know his knowledge of biology to be able to work with auto-mail for him to be able to double check it was all fine. Still, Ed does wonder.]

What're you working on, anyway?
egraegis: (119)

[personal profile] egraegis 2021-08-21 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He'd laugh, but it would hurt, so he refrains.]

Right, right. Of course. I'm sure the powers-that-be will do better next time.

[You gotta give him props for trying. Or stay mad because he's gonna keep trying. He's also trying not to cough up blood on your nice white uniform; he wipes at his mouth with a sleeve, instead. Red on red looks much neater.]
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[personal profile] morethan084 2021-08-21 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[The first thing Daisy notices is the empty plates and pizza box surrounding someone.]

What? Are you practicing for an eating cont—

[She cuts herself off when she sees his face.]

You left your secret base on the moon?

[Look, it’s what Sam and Bucky had told her.]
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coordination: (gayer than quinoa salad)

[personal profile] coordination 2021-08-21 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yzak's brain being full of ANGRY CAT NOISES about his new "predicament" means that he slips a little when focusing correctly on his message back to her. So while it's text, the earpiece probably feels loud and staticy and headache-inducing, somehow, as it comes out in a single stream of consciousness. ]

If that bastard wasn't already hurt I would have fixed that myself Athrun has SOME GALL showing up here all of a sudden and even more nerve bleeding all over the place I can't believe that moron got his ass kicked that badly to begin with and then he still had the energy to try and brush ME off when I'm doing him a FAVOR dragging his ass across the station while he BLEEDS ALL OVER ME TOO WHY IS HE OF ALL PEOPLE EVEN HERE
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[personal profile] bindsthedead 2021-08-21 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
I see. Someone you know showed up and he's hurt.

Where are you? I know how to heal, I'll patch him up and you can get a hands on demonstration.
chrysology: (Inside my mind)

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[personal profile] chrysology 2021-08-21 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
You can use that machine to make whatever weapon you want. Or if you have the material, the iron or whatever you want it made of and give that to me I can transmute something.

[Because Ed's used to that. It's habit to just use alchemy for most everything, as much as it is habit for him to breathe. It's just such a part of him. He doesn't sneak up on her or anything, but he does answer her question, gesturing to the machine to make the weapons.]

I haven't bothered to use it myself when I can make whatever I need with alchemy, but I know others have.
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[personal profile] attackbrows 2021-08-21 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yes!

[By Jove, I think he’s got it! It doesn’t stop the Doctor from still (rudely) pointing and walking semi-circles around him.]

You are — [He snaps his fingers.] Exactly right! You’ve cracked the mystery:

[He stops to have a hand gesture at his pale and lythe physique. It's a real sight to behold.]

This is Hell. And I am El Diablo! In the flesh.
chrysology: (I would never)

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[personal profile] chrysology 2021-08-21 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[It's kind of hard if not impossible to miss Athrun. What with that particular hair colour, and the way he is obviously injured. Ed bites his lower lip, tenatively reaching a hand to the other's shoulder.]

Need a hand? I'll get you to the infirmary and you can rest up there.

[Winry was the one that knew more on the medical side of things but Ed knows enough to be aware they should try stop the bleeding. Apply pressure. He himself isn't dressed in uniform, and Athrun isn't necessarily aware on the pocketwatch meaning he was military back home. He offers a hand to help Athrun to his feet at least.]

Infirmary is this direction. You gonna hold on till we make it there to get you looked at or should we do a quick check on how banged up you are?
egraegis: (72)

[personal profile] egraegis 2021-08-21 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Trust your teammates... easier said than done, perhaps, but it's a lesson well learned. He hadn't done it nearly enough over the last several months, so determined to prove his worth after feeling inept and helpless for as long as he had, watching others fight their own battles and wishing he could do more. Piloting, fighting, that's where he excelled. It made sense, he thought, to go where those skills would be useful. Instead it almost got him killed- and those closest to him, as well.

Maybe that's why he'd been chosen for this: because he ought to have well and truly learned his lesson.]


The earpiece... [He lifts a hand to his ear, touching it.] I thought I felt it there. I heard a voice too, and... I think I saw something. In my head. [It sounds absurd to say it out loud.]
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[personal profile] petsthedog 2021-08-21 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
[I'm still his mother. This woman who shrieks and hides atop a cart at the presence of a small harmless thing is a mother, with a kid she needs to take care of, and she's here. Here on this station, part of a team that risks their lives every mission. An obvious noncombatant. Some kid's mom.

Shinjiro's stomach hurts. He stares at her, forgetting to answer too long, eyes somewhere else. Another Japanese mother and her crushed house, and her son left to watch in horror. She shouldn't be here, is the thought that rolls around and around his thoughts. It's not worth the risk. His breath shakes on the way out.]


I-I...don't know if he's...here to find. But uh. If I see 'im, I'll let 'im know his mom's lookin'.

[Breathe, Aragaki. Calm down. You're going to freak her out again.]

A-anyway. I'm Japanese, an' I figured you were too, since you're wearin' a kimono and all, and your kid's name sounds Japanese too. But I dunno, maybe you're from somewhere else that just dresses similar. Apparently there's all kinds of universes out there.

[He looks away, scuffing a shoe against the floor. It's embarrassing, how strongly he feels the urge to answer all her questions, help her with all that settle-in shit he'd usually rather leave to others on this ship more suited to it. He, of all people, shouldn't dare to try to be anyone to her, lest history threaten to repeat. But it's as though he's locked within a trance; he cannot bring himself to walk away.]

I'm....Aragaki. Shinjiro.
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coordination: (Covet Thy Neighbors Ass)

[personal profile] coordination 2021-08-21 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ As amazingly, stunningly handsome as Yzak looked in red, he does not wish to wear it again. ]

If you're saying something like that, you can't be too out of it.

[ That subtle smartassery in response to Yzak's not as subtle jabs.

But as if to emphasize what he says, he uses his free hand not helping Athrun keep steady to grab him by the collar and give him an extra, tiny yank so he can look him straight in the eye. ]


And stop ignoring the things that I'm asking, bastard! Why are you in such shit shape!? Did something happen at Orb!?

[ Orb, where Athrun definitely was last.

...

Yzak's eyes move from GLARING DIRECTLY INTO ATHRUN'S to, down at the uniform he's wearing.

????????? ]


Why do you even have that on!?
arc_reactor: (Misgivings)

[personal profile] arc_reactor 2021-08-21 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
( He looks up from his intense study of the plate and the various dings in the tabletop around it, mildly confused but grateful, just as much for the forthcoming coffee as he is for the immediate interlude preceding it. Get a grip, Tony. Get. A. Grip. )

...okay.

( When she returns, his eyes are red but no longer wet, and Tony has given up on the thought of trying to scarf down any more pizza. He chooses to venture, cautiously, )

You know Natasha.

( 'know', like she's still here, like any moment now she'll pop by the kitchen to make a peanut butter sandwich and tease him about his caffeine addiction. It occurred to him that this young woman might have meant anyone else on the team, because they all saved the universe, but they only lost two. His death was guaranteed. Nat's shouldn't have been. )
bindsthedead: (art-cause for concern)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2021-08-21 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. It connects to your mind, and can transmit images, sounds- even text. Don't ask me how it works, I... have no idea, honestly. Just that it's useful. Particularly on missions, but also to keep people from shouting all over the station if they're looking for someone.

[Otherwise, Sabriel would be much more free with silencing spells.]
coordination: ((did I mention it's been a while))

[personal profile] coordination 2021-08-21 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
I'm in the mess hall getting some coffee if you want to join me! I left him in the infirmary for now. He's fine - he'll be fine, because somehow even when you think that guy is dead, he just shows up somewhere again, eventually!

[ And if Sabriel decides to join him, there he will be sitting, grouchy and sipping from a cup of coffee, usually immaculate white uniform stained in random places with blood. ]
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[personal profile] egraegis 2021-08-21 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Athrun tries his best to resist the manhandling, grasping at the hand on his collar and trying to tug it free. His grip isn't what it ought to be, but he doesn't have to act like he's just going to tolerate it quietly.]

Knock it off, Yzak.

[He manages to keep his tone just as stubbornly insistent as Yzak himself, but his thoughts are reeling. Did something happen at Orb? Lots of things have happened at Orb, but they had very little to do with him. And why wouldn't he be wearing this? Yzak was the one who wanted him to come back to ZAFT more than anyone, barring perhaps the Chairman himself. He sure loved to bring it up whenever they crossed paths.]

I was with ZAFT... you know that. [He literally fled with the FAITH pin still on, since he wasn't even given time to change before the soldiers came for him, so he's sure it's still at his collar. He can feel the metal brushing against his hand where he wrestles against Yzak's, like it exists to mock him now.] What else do you expect me to wear?
bindsthedead: (art-cause for concern)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2021-08-21 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Sabriel arrives shortly, grabbing some coffee for herself before dumping a bit of milk in it.]

I suppose it's time for new arrivals- but why are so many of them arriving injured?

[Although seeing that uniform... reminds Sabriel that she ran into someone in a similar one.]

Yzak, do you know someone named Alex? Someone by that name arrived and he was wearing something close to your uniform, except it was red.
arc_reactor: (Careful)

[personal profile] arc_reactor 2021-08-21 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
( Standing sure sounds like something, doesn't it. Tony manages to more or less slide his left hand over Steve's, wanting someone to hold onto and having a thousand things left to tell him.

The question is already forgotten though, and he can feel himself sinking again, the urge almost impossible to ignore. )
arc_reactor: (Disbelieving)

[personal profile] arc_reactor 2021-08-21 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
( Much better, he thinks of their unexpected soundtrack, satisfied, and smirks widely at the guy. He could be any of the team at Stark R&D, brilliant, leaders in their field, and occasionally tactless as hell. It's the kind of honesty Tony appreciates. )

Jury's still out on that. ( look, he's allowed to make shitty dark cracks about himself, he technically almost-died. This guy is wild. Tony really likes him, and makes a mental note to fix a little of this convo-whiplash by pressing him further about that whole "dying alien brain" thing in like, five minutes. Placing aside the tool, Tony levers himself around with his good hand to face him. )

Oh. ( like it makes perfect sense, except it doesn't. Maybe he's a weeaboo? ) Kaiju?