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[In the time following his departure from Tabito and Manabu's company, the alias "Grey" has wound up sticking.
Not that everyone calls him that, he's used a few other aliases since then, but it's what he's wound up thinking of himself as. If Grey had taken the time to think about it a bit more he might have picked something with a little less connection to Rezo's name, but it's still leagues better than thinking of himself as "Rez- wait, no, just a copy." And maybe that's why he's felt significantly calmer since he left Sairaag.
By his own standards, Grey has been laudably well-behaved; sure, he's been mostly doing under-the-table psychic work, often on behalf of criminals, but! He's been trying to keep a low profile so it's usually things like clairvoyant spying rather than anything violent, and he's been making a point of not doing anything that directly impacts the galaxy railways.
It would be extremely awkward if Manabu Yuuki had to try and arrest him, after all.
He's found himself frequently thinking about Manabu, much to his annoyance. He has no serious expectations of ever seeing Manabu again, so it's simply a waste of mental bandwidth to find himself wondering what Manabu is doing right now or where he is, or to reminisince over their incredibly brief acquaintanceship. Grey can only suppose that because Manabu was the first reasonably normal person he got to know after leaving Sairaag that Manabu is going to stick out in his mind for a while.
And it's probably because of the real estate that Manabu is hogging in Grey's mind that he's been very aware of every mention of the SDF that crosses his path. He hasn't exactly been tracking the SDF's activities deliberately, but he does pay attention to the news and the SDF frequently winds up in there, even if Manabu's name in particular isn't normally dropped.
Until the day it does.
SDF Officer Taken Hostage By Pirates]
* * *
[It's taken several weeks of investigating, but Grey has been able to track down The Huntress's client, a Dr. Parish and associates. It must be a small galaxy, because Dr. Parish is someone Grey knows. Sort of.
Rather, Dr. Parish was a colleague of Rezo's who collaborated with the man on chimera research (and other unsavory things) in the past. Not only that, the man was an ardent admirer of Rezo's superior psychic prowess, and desperate to improve his own meager abilities.
He'd had quite a shock when Grey approached him in town, but after the initial surprise it had been sickeningly easy to convince Dr. Parish that he was the real Rezo. Grey can only surmise that the man wants to believe too badly to let himself be properly suspicious. It had only taken a day for Grey to be invited to tour Parish's laboratory.
The lab's located on the grounds of a former Marquess's estate, a ways out of town and secluded by trees, a high wall, and a long drive. Grey's done a little recon before, but actually being here is different, especially since he has to navigate by cane at the moment. Grey is doing his best to politely nod and smile as Parish guides him from room to room, explaining their work and occasionally handing him things to examine himself.
But evidently Parish realizes that "Rezo" isn't entirely interested, because he stops partway through an explanation of some stem cell experiments he and a few others have been working on to say "Of course, the really interesting specimens are kept in the basement floor."
Grey already knows this. He hopes his expression seems the right sort of eager.]
Interesting?
["Something along the lines of what we did in the past. Would you like to see them?"]
Nothing would please me more.
[Grey can practically hear Parish's delighted grin. To soothe the surge of irritation, Grey reminds himself that he's going to kill this man before the end of the day and allows Parish to guide him out into the hall and to the basement entrance at the back of the building.]
Not that everyone calls him that, he's used a few other aliases since then, but it's what he's wound up thinking of himself as. If Grey had taken the time to think about it a bit more he might have picked something with a little less connection to Rezo's name, but it's still leagues better than thinking of himself as "Rez- wait, no, just a copy." And maybe that's why he's felt significantly calmer since he left Sairaag.
By his own standards, Grey has been laudably well-behaved; sure, he's been mostly doing under-the-table psychic work, often on behalf of criminals, but! He's been trying to keep a low profile so it's usually things like clairvoyant spying rather than anything violent, and he's been making a point of not doing anything that directly impacts the galaxy railways.
It would be extremely awkward if Manabu Yuuki had to try and arrest him, after all.
He's found himself frequently thinking about Manabu, much to his annoyance. He has no serious expectations of ever seeing Manabu again, so it's simply a waste of mental bandwidth to find himself wondering what Manabu is doing right now or where he is, or to reminisince over their incredibly brief acquaintanceship. Grey can only suppose that because Manabu was the first reasonably normal person he got to know after leaving Sairaag that Manabu is going to stick out in his mind for a while.
And it's probably because of the real estate that Manabu is hogging in Grey's mind that he's been very aware of every mention of the SDF that crosses his path. He hasn't exactly been tracking the SDF's activities deliberately, but he does pay attention to the news and the SDF frequently winds up in there, even if Manabu's name in particular isn't normally dropped.
Until the day it does.
SDF Officer Taken Hostage By Pirates]
* * *
[It's taken several weeks of investigating, but Grey has been able to track down The Huntress's client, a Dr. Parish and associates. It must be a small galaxy, because Dr. Parish is someone Grey knows. Sort of.
Rather, Dr. Parish was a colleague of Rezo's who collaborated with the man on chimera research (and other unsavory things) in the past. Not only that, the man was an ardent admirer of Rezo's superior psychic prowess, and desperate to improve his own meager abilities.
He'd had quite a shock when Grey approached him in town, but after the initial surprise it had been sickeningly easy to convince Dr. Parish that he was the real Rezo. Grey can only surmise that the man wants to believe too badly to let himself be properly suspicious. It had only taken a day for Grey to be invited to tour Parish's laboratory.
The lab's located on the grounds of a former Marquess's estate, a ways out of town and secluded by trees, a high wall, and a long drive. Grey's done a little recon before, but actually being here is different, especially since he has to navigate by cane at the moment. Grey is doing his best to politely nod and smile as Parish guides him from room to room, explaining their work and occasionally handing him things to examine himself.
But evidently Parish realizes that "Rezo" isn't entirely interested, because he stops partway through an explanation of some stem cell experiments he and a few others have been working on to say "Of course, the really interesting specimens are kept in the basement floor."
Grey already knows this. He hopes his expression seems the right sort of eager.]
Interesting?
["Something along the lines of what we did in the past. Would you like to see them?"]
Nothing would please me more.
[Grey can practically hear Parish's delighted grin. To soothe the surge of irritation, Grey reminds himself that he's going to kill this man before the end of the day and allows Parish to guide him out into the hall and to the basement entrance at the back of the building.]
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on 2024-03-06 06:17 pm (UTC)[And terrified the hell out of Grey in doing so, but he's just going to not mention that bit.]
It's just another form of psychokinesis. I thought it would be faster and less risky than walking back to town.
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on 2024-03-06 06:20 pm (UTC)psycho...kinesis? sounds like something out of one of Louis' TV dramas. or that seminar he definitely didn't attend.]
Uh... [okay. sure. if Grey were messing with him about this, it'd be pretty wild, but he's willing to let that be the case if it makes all the weird shit in his head be fake.
he rubs at an eye with the heel of a hand.]
I'm...I'm not still asleep, am I...?
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on 2024-03-06 06:27 pm (UTC)[Grey lifts his hand, pauses, then raises his other, less bloody hand and touches Manabu's cheek.]
You're also freezing. We need to get you inside.
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on 2024-03-06 06:32 pm (UTC)I don't get it... How did you find me? [how did Grey find him and not the SDF?] Did you get grabbed, too?
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on 2024-03-06 06:44 pm (UTC)[Grey cannot imagine Manabu taking it well if he tells him that he's been working with criminals, even if it meant that he'd had connections the SDF didn't. He's not sure how long he can keep the truth from him, but right now he does not feel like putting up with Manabu potentially yelling at him.]
It's a long story. For now, let's get a move on.
[Grey tucks his coat over Manabu's shoulders and once again lifts the man into his arms. His muscles protest a little at the break already being over, but his grip remains steady.]
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on 2024-03-06 06:50 pm (UTC)it's not your job to find me, what were you thinking?! you could've been killed...
...like those orderlies, their blood all over the walls and floor. and Grey. he gulps back down on bile and ducks his head.]
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on 2024-03-06 07:09 pm (UTC)Grey takes them to a laundromat that's still open, although not for much longer, and sets them down at the top of a wooden staircase at the back of the building. Here, he sets Manabu on his feet, but keeps Manabu still propped up with one arm while he digs in his pocket for the key to the second floor.
He shoulders the door open, dragging Manabu inside with him, and then fumbles for the light switch, revealing a tiny apartment.
It's only two rooms- the area by the entrance is a kitchenette, and the door across from the entrance leads into a bathroom. No walls or doors separate the kitchenette from the main area, which is mostly taken up by a sofa bed. Other than that it's pretty sparsely furnished. The windows are quite thoroughly covered by blinds, and the scents of laundry and the faint sounds of a TV and machines rumbling drift up from below the floor.]
...Let's just sit down now.
[Grey is exhausted. His arms and side hurt, and he has a headache forming. He can't imagine how Manabu must be feeling.]
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on 2024-03-06 07:14 pm (UTC)trying to even start to come to terms with that leaves little room for brooking arguments or starting down a line of interrogation, and it's worse when, as he's sat down, he's startled by a shooting pain up his spine from sitting on something wrong that shouldn't be there.]
Tsst-! Ow! Uh! [he pulls himself up with Grey as leverage. what the heck did he sit on?
...
what the heck is that?]
...
[dead animal? where's it's--]
Wh, what...? [wait.
is this a joke?]
Wha, what is...
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on 2024-03-06 07:30 pm (UTC)What's wrong?
[He clutches Manabu's shoulders and looks the man over. For a moment, he thinks maybe Manabu got injured at some point and they didn't notice, but then he realizes that Manabu is looking at something.
He follows the direction of Manabu's gaze. Then looks back at Manabu.
Shit.]
You... You don't know what they were doing to you, do you.
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on 2024-03-06 07:37 pm (UTC)at a loss:] What...what did they do to me...? [that's not seriously a tail sticking out of him, is it?]
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on 2024-03-06 07:45 pm (UTC)The scientists at that laboratory were experimenting with genetic engineering. They were using you as a test subject for chimera creation techniques. A chimera is a hybrid of two or more animals. In your case, they've given you the tail and ears of a dog.
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on 2024-03-06 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2024-03-06 08:24 pm (UTC)[Grey recognizes the signs of someone about to throw up and tugs Manabu along to the kitchen sink. (The washroom might be better, but it's narrow enough that he'd have trouble fitting both of them in there.)
Comforting words aren't remotely his forte, so all he can do is stand at Manabu's side, with one arm supporting Manabu's back, being utterly useless while Manabu is sick. What the hell is he supposed to say? "You're going to be fine" feels a little incompatible with the reality of "By the way, you're now visibly a hybrid human-dog freak."
But when Manabu's finally emptied his stomach, Grey... makes an attempt.]
I know the things that happened to you were terrible, but they won't happen anymore.
[That, at least, Grey feels confident he can guarantee. He's killed a good chunk of the people responsible for Manabu's current predicament, and he would happily have killed more if Manabu hadn't pleaded otherwise.]
You're a chimera now, but you're still alive and your prognosis is good. We'll work on regaining your strength.
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on 2024-03-06 10:25 pm (UTC)Manabu doesn't respond, but he does hear. and process.
'chimera'...what the hell... prognosis? does that mean it can be undone? how?
some minutes pass.
eventually:] Did they...try to do this to you? [is that why he had that...power?] Is that why...you were there?
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on 2024-03-07 04:30 am (UTC)Now that things aren't so chaotic, Grey has ample opportunity to actually take in the modifications that Manabu has underwent. There's an uncanny quality to them- they're real, organic, and look shockingly natural on Manabu, and yet he knows they're not.
Manabu's questions finally cut into Grey's gawping. It looks like the man is starting to think again. Grey closes his eyes, and tries to find an adequate answer.]
No. I came there to find you.
[Alright. So only a few minutes ago he'd decided honesty would be the best policy. But. He can't tell Manabu he's a copy of Rezo. The last thing Manabu needs is to find out he's alone with a lab-made monster.]
...I'm closely related to a former colleague of Dr. Parish's. I resemble him strongly enough that I can impersonate him if need be. I lied to Parish about my identity and once I had him convinced, he invited me for a tour. He wanted to show you off.
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on 2024-03-07 12:50 pm (UTC)...just for him? all this trouble, this blood...
those people are dead now because of him.
Manabu stares at some small patch of floor, feeling the exhaustion of post-panic and the suffocating weight of emotional toil start to leaden his body. he hasn't felt this emptied out and immobile since...
he gulps.]
...My fault. [this is my fault.] You could've gotten killed, because of me...
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on 2024-03-07 01:25 pm (UTC)Hardly. There were only a handful of other psychic users in the facility, and they were all just card shufflers and spoon benders.
[Nobody who could do anything on the level that Grey could. Nobody who could deflect bullets, impale people with psychokinetic constructs, and have spare energy to close up wounds.]
I knew what I was doing.
[
Debatable.]no subject
on 2024-03-07 01:41 pm (UTC)[Manabu goes quiet, seeing those images in his head again. it's really something out of a TV show to him, but then...this is the guy who has interacted with more ghosts than most ghost-hunting TV shows.]
So when...the debris broke through the magnet rail...
[that was him?]
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on 2024-03-07 02:00 pm (UTC)Evidently the man is thinking very hard, because he brings up the incident on the train. God, that seems forever ago, doesn't it?]
Ah, yes. I was the one who put that barrier around you. And again when you were rescuing that miner. One of my abilities is clairvoyance, which allows me to observe events that are happening outside of my ordinary perception.
[A thought occurs to him.]
I've heard rumors that the Supreme Commander of the SDF also has psychic abilities. Do you know anything about that?
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on 2024-03-07 02:08 pm (UTC)[he's seen her a handful of times. she's...spoken very confusingly about fate before.
he's really not sure what to make of her.]
I, I don't know...that kind of thing just...sounded like rumors rookies believe... [but given what Grey can do...]
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on 2024-03-07 02:16 pm (UTC)So this is your first experience with this sort of thing?
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on 2024-03-07 02:22 pm (UTC)[and he's feeling way in over his head, for damn sure. it makes his head hurt.
he closes his eyes.]
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on 2024-03-07 02:40 pm (UTC)Paraphysics.
[It's not the kind of new that Manabu likes, is it? At least he isn't so overwhelmed that he's recoiling from Grey...
In fact, Manabu seems to be getting quite comfortable. After a minute or so of silence Grey glances at Manabu's expression and notices his eyes are shut.
He's torn between the urge to let Manabu be and to move him somewhere a bit more comfortable for both of them, and after some inner debate the latter option wins out. Grey starts carefully getting to his feet, pulling Manabu with him.]
Alright, come on. We can't stay on the floor all night. I picked up some things for you as well, before I went to fetch you.
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on 2024-03-07 03:00 pm (UTC)he hangs onto Grey while his unsteady legs get under him, the tail slapping at the back of them, reminding him it's there.
he gulps.]
You, you had a whole plan and everything... [for him. why?] I, I thought you wanted nothing to do with me after...heh...
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on 2024-03-07 03:38 pm (UTC)[Grey has worked out that Manabu is important to him in some manner, although under the circumstances he hasn't had the time to really let that revelation sink in or examine it. They probably don't qualify as true friends, although Grey isn't even sure what such qualifications are- but he certainly doesn't hate Manabu and the idea that Manabu might think otherwise is curiously troubling.
With a shy glance away from Manabu, Grey attempts a brief correction.]
You're better than most people. I have no reason to bear you any ill will.
[It's a short trip back to the sofa bed, where Grey basically lies the two of them onto sideways so that their legs are dangling off the side of the mattress. It's only with a little reluctance that he then slides his arm out from underneath Manabu and sits up.]
I have some clothes for you, and a toothbrush, and-
[And because he'd had enough foresight to be thinking about the sleeping conditions, he'd also picked up a sleeping bag for Manabu, thus tragically averting the Only One Bed trope.
However now that they're in this moment with Manabu lying there, the sickest and saddest puppy in the entire miserable world, Grey can't actually bring himself to boot Manabu to the floor.
Mentally resigning himself to the sleeping bag in Manabu's stead, Grey finishes off with a lame:]
-And I can get you some water.
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