[ another guest!! this has been nice— all this attention; he's been soaking it up and milking it for everything it is worth. also he won't be entering windows for awhile now, but you know.
Eventually, Katsura will .. eventually .. take advantage of the leg the hospital has for him, but for now, he's feeling a bit too attached (aha) to his current leg even if it does him no good. They have done their best to keep it constructed, however.
He sends a text to Hiro once he hears the door: ] It's open. You can come to the kitchen.
[He doesn't respond to that text and instead lets himself into the apartment, rolling the suitcase after him and making his way through the apartment and toward the kitchen. He's eyeing the place, making sure not to touch anything or accidentally detonate something as he enters the room he's been instructed to walk into.]
[ Good rule of thumb to have, Hiro! You're learning well. Katsura is seated at a Western style table with some tea, looking out the window— you know. A profound samurai do at times.
There is the game of LIFE also on the table, as if he were in the middle of something important. (Important terrorist plotting, you know.) ]
I'm pleased to see you. You're not the first of my guests to visit. [ He's loving all of this. ]
Is everyone that concerned? [ Poor Katsura. He is so attention starved. ]
I'd say plenty of people are concerned, yeah. You sorta just disappeared after we got out of the tower. [He approaches the table with his rolling suitcase friend, looking at the game and blinking for a moment. He has to wonder if he's playing a game with Elizabeth or if Katsura's just become that bored in his isolation.]
What is in your suitcase? I accept get well soon gifts in the form of flowers, specifically Japanese irises. [ Zura, inside there aren't flowers. Funny how he jumps straight to that. ]
[He's going to drop himself into a chair and leave the suitcase at his feet, giving Katsura a rather pointed look.]
If I was going to bring you flowers, it wouldn't be in a suitcase. [He pats it lightly.] It's Baymax. [...though...maybe he should have brought a get well gift? Oh god, why didn't he think of that?] Uh...all I have is half a pack of gummy bears. Sorry.
[ Katsura clears his throat loudly, hoping Hiro doesn't catch sight of the blush that flourishes over his cheeks. He lifts his nose indignantly, though his eyes flicker back on the suitcase. ]
A warrior needs not squishy and huggable embraces, no matter whatever anguish he is in— please don't pressure me. You're pressuring me. it's uncomfortable. If you're going to be so pushy about it, fine. Fine. I give in if it will make you be quiet.
[Katsura you're so transparent sometimes it hurts. Then again if he'd gone through what Katsura did he'd probably want a hug, too. So he pushes Baymax's case away and sits up a little more, looking at the case before lightly saying:] Ow.
[The light pops on and the case suddenly expands, Baymax inflating and stepping out of his case.] Hello, Hiro. [He takes a moment to look at their surroundings before his eyes land on Katsura.]
Hello, Katsura. [JUST A QUICK SCAN, DON'T MIND HIM.] How can I help?
[ Depending on how thorough Baymax's scan is, he will find out the following:
Age: ??? Height: 5'9" Weight: 124 lbs Hair color: Black Eye color: Poop brown Blood Type: AB Ethnicity: Japanese Allergies: None Physical injuries: crushed tibia and fibula, a fracture in his right femur.
If he's able to detect emotional injuries, he seems depressed but also anxious, even if it doesn't carry on his face. Who knows, he may be able to catch the PTSD he has too.
Zura can't really stand up, but he looks up at Baymax expectantly. Just seeing the giant balloon make a him smile slightly. ]
Ah. So you are a carry on item in that suitcase. You are looking good today.. I will tell Elizabeth you said hello, too. She is working for me today as a good right hand should.
[Baymax's scan is incredibly thorough and all of those stats are displayed on his belly properly for everybody to see. Hiro winces slightly at the diagnosis for his leg and Baymax can at least pick up on his mood. He's had practice.]
Thank you, but my appearance does not change daily. I am a robot. [Hiro doesn't say anything, studying the stats quietly.] I detect signs of: emotional distress. Often times physical reassurance is used to dispel distress.
[Thus…waddling. He's waddling to Katsura's chair and draping over him as a sudden Baymax-blanket, even going as far as to warm up just slightly to be more comforting. There there, Katsura.]
Elizabeth told you we were coming over today, right?
A-Ah.. [ Katsura is immensely touched by Baymax's sentiment and willingness to just drape himself over him. Zura reciprocates well, surprisingly, for somebody who always seemed to tensed and came off was reserved and dignified. He is smiling widely against the balloon-like feeling of Baymax, absolutely delighted.
He responds to Hiro. ]
She informed me, but ah. Elizabeth has been working very hard for me at my employment. I'm sure everything is fine, but it makes things here hard with me here. [ He pulls away slightly just to peer at Hiro. ]
My room mate isn't here anymore. He disappeared, as they often do. Into the code, or what have you. [ So he's by himself here, trying to manage. ]
Why didn't you call any of us sooner? [It's not that he's mad, but he's sort of disappointed. More than that he's worried about Katsura. He really had been isolated but it made little sense. For all of Hiro's talk about doing things alone, he's still not sure this should be done alone.] Katsura, what exactly happened between the time we split up in the tower and now?
[ Baymax better get used to Katsura cuddles, because the samurai isn't seem to be letting go anytime soon. Soft coos and strokes of affection are also seen and heard. For somebody so determined on causing destruction, he definitely had a soft and sympathetic side, didn't he?
Though, Hiro's next question causes his stomach to twist. It's obvious he is really thinking about the answer here, a hint of sadness seen in his face. ]
—I let you all down. That is what happened.
[ They got out with barely any information, Celty was put in danger, Hinata nearly got a concussion— the incident with his leg. It was all too much sacrifice for something so small. His weight sinks into Baymax's arms. ]
I refuse to be defeated.. but I feel like I have been. [ He's not even sure what to do with his injury, either. Will he walk again? He doesn't really know. The hospital here said he would be able to, eventually, but only if they equip with him their own prosthetic. Zura has been running his whole life— from the police, from those who oppose his political views, from the Amanto... from the feeling of being lonely. He's a criminal, an escapist, living under the thrill of staying secret, wearing disguises, and practically being a spy in some cases. His name was scattered all over Edo with an impressive reward for his capture.
Yet, he truly feels stuck here.. like he cannot escape.
The thought of being parted from one his legs seems too much— but it is worthless right now, being reconstructed and held together with multiple rods and pins. ]
Hey. [His tone drops a decibal and Baymax realizes it's probably better not to move while Katsura's apparently an actual wreck. Hiro leans forward in his chair, staring at him for a moment before taking a deep breath.
Did they all risk things? Absolutely. Hiccup...hadn't even come back out of the tower. But there's no feat so small that it's worthless, even if the price is high.]
You didn't let anybody down. You got back out and that's what counts. Feeling defeated is just as good as being defeated...and I know you're not. So...[Yeah his pep talks suck.] Stop saying stupid things like that. Seriously. You didn't let anyone down.
[ This is helping. Having you here; having hug from Baymax. Katsura is a complicated creature— nobody really knew how to pick at his brain or if they even wanted to. The solution, though, was easy in most instances. Give him a kitten and everything is okay.
Zura is stubborn, too, but not when he is reassured so quickly and easily. Hiro really is helping. Katsura lifts a hand and pats Baymax on his arm and pulling away, looking up at him with a smile playing on his face. A sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. ]
Should I leave you two alone for privacy? [Katsura...but on the other hand this is helping. That's important, even if Hiro's finding it a little bizarre.]
[ A content sigh passes through his lips. Through his life, many people have come and gone. It was almost like everything he loved left him— a comforting hug was hard to come by. If only Hiro knew that about him, maybe he wouldn't think it being too bizarre.
His parents died when he was young, his grandmother soon following. That was it. He was last of his lineage and it was his duty to do everything— to survive and live and become a samurai like his father.. but he was alone while doing it until he met the rest of them.
Even then, their lives and paths split.
He pulls away again, keeping his eyes on Baymax for a moment before looking at Hiro. ]
Of course not. Whatever you do, don't leave me so easily. [ Don't disappear or die like everyone else. ]
Your friendship to me means more than what you probably imagine.
[ He can't do this alone. he can't be in this place alone. He has friends here, he knows it.. he just is expecting them to leave.. like the rest. ]
[Things that aren't okay: this entire tag. Anyway, Hiro watches closely and Baymax continues to comfort Katsura and pat him on the head even when the man finally pulls back a bit. It's the words that get Hiro attention and his eyes widen, shaking his head softly.]
Who said anything about leaving? They'd really have to fight with me to throw me back into that Nexus. [Is that what this is about?] ...we're going to be fine. All of us. That's kind of the point of friendship, isn't it? To rely on people.
[This is hysterical since he argues against this entire point a few days later to Yu, but alas.] You're not as alone as you might think you are. But you've just gotta talk to us instead of disappearing for weeks.
Not just leaving into the Nexus, Hiro-dono. You can be gone when you are still here, too.
[ He had a friend, once. His very first friend; a classmate. A classmate he protected and looked out for when things weren't going well. They grew up together, they fought alongside each other.
They nearly died together. They witnessed him dying before their eyes. And that is what killed his friend's soul along with his sense of morality. His friend— old comrade— was still physically alive.
But who he was now.. was a different person. A monster who had even sent somebody else to try and assassinate him once. Talk about betrayal.
Now, Katsura knows Hiro isn't going to go batshit crazy and be set on destroying the world so it can feel the same pain his friend felt, but in this place, he knows friends can change. He knows people— they can grow distant even if they are physically still here.
Hiro, though. Katsura had invested so much trust and like for the little guy— he probably didn't appreciate him verbally as much as he should. He feels bad for not communicating with them, but what was he to do? He felt guilt for what had happened. He felt embarrassed for hardly getting anywhere through their hard work and effort.
And now, he sported something permanent to remind of his failure. ]
[...oh. This is unusual, but okay. He doesn't move for a moment, staring at Katsura questioningly before he realizes that he's actually serious. This is actually happening and...maybe Katsura just really needed the reassurance that he didn't fuck up? Sometimes Hiro needed that but...
...man. So he gets up out of his chair, moving slightly and awkwardly settling in for a hug??? Does this help, Katsura?]
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also he won't be entering windows for awhile now, but you know.
Eventually, Katsura will .. eventually .. take advantage of the leg the hospital has for him, but for now, he's feeling a bit too attached (aha) to his current leg even if it does him no good. They have done their best to keep it constructed, however.
He sends a text to Hiro once he hears the door: ]
It's open. You can come to the kitchen.
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...uh...Katsura?
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Katsura is seated at a Western style table with some tea, looking out the window— you know. A profound samurai do at times.
There is the game of LIFE also on the table, as if he were in the middle of something important. (Important terrorist plotting, you know.) ]
I'm pleased to see you. You're not the first of my guests to visit.
[ He's loving all of this. ]
Is everyone that concerned?
[ Poor Katsura. He is so attention starved. ]
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Mind if I sit? It's been a while.
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You are more than welcome to.
What is in your suitcase?
I accept get well soon gifts in the form of flowers, specifically Japanese irises.
[ Zura, inside there aren't flowers. Funny how he jumps straight to that. ]
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If I was going to bring you flowers, it wouldn't be in a suitcase. [He pats it lightly.] It's Baymax. [...though...maybe he should have brought a get well gift? Oh god, why didn't he think of that?] Uh...all I have is half a pack of gummy bears. Sorry.
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[ Instantly, Katsura's interest is piqued. He peers at the suitcase, then looks over at Hiro. ]
Is he here to embrace me?
[ He hopes so. ]
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A warrior needs not squishy and huggable embraces, no matter whatever anguish he is in— please don't pressure me. You're pressuring me. it's uncomfortable. If you're going to be so pushy about it, fine. Fine. I give in if it will make you be quiet.
[ Yeah. He wants a hug. ]
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[The light pops on and the case suddenly expands, Baymax inflating and stepping out of his case.] Hello, Hiro. [He takes a moment to look at their surroundings before his eyes land on Katsura.]
Hello, Katsura. [JUST A QUICK SCAN, DON'T MIND HIM.] How can I help?
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Age: ???
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 124 lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Poop brown
Blood Type: AB
Ethnicity: Japanese
Allergies: None
Physical injuries: crushed tibia and fibula, a fracture in his right femur.
If he's able to detect emotional injuries, he seems depressed but also anxious, even if it doesn't carry on his face. Who knows, he may be able to catch the PTSD he has too.
Zura can't really stand up, but he looks up at Baymax expectantly. Just seeing the giant balloon make a him smile slightly. ]
Ah. So you are a carry on item in that suitcase.
You are looking good today..
I will tell Elizabeth you said hello, too. She is working for me today as a good right hand should.
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Thank you, but my appearance does not change daily. I am a robot. [Hiro doesn't say anything, studying the stats quietly.] I detect signs of: emotional distress. Often times physical reassurance is used to dispel distress.
[Thus…waddling. He's waddling to Katsura's chair and draping over him as a sudden Baymax-blanket, even going as far as to warm up just slightly to be more comforting. There there, Katsura.]
Elizabeth told you we were coming over today, right?
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[ Katsura is immensely touched by Baymax's sentiment and willingness to just drape himself over him. Zura reciprocates well, surprisingly, for somebody who always seemed to tensed and came off was reserved and dignified. He is smiling widely against the balloon-like feeling of Baymax, absolutely delighted.
He responds to Hiro. ]
She informed me, but ah. Elizabeth has been working very hard for me at my employment. I'm sure everything is fine, but it makes things here hard with me here.
[ He pulls away slightly just to peer at Hiro. ]
My room mate isn't here anymore. He disappeared, as they often do.
Into the code, or what have you.
[ So he's by himself here, trying to manage. ]
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Though, Hiro's next question causes his stomach to twist. It's obvious he is really thinking about the answer here, a hint of sadness seen in his face. ]
—I let you all down.
That is what happened.
[ They got out with barely any information, Celty was put in danger, Hinata nearly got a concussion— the incident with his leg. It was all too much sacrifice for something so small.
His weight sinks into Baymax's arms. ]
I refuse to be defeated.. but I feel like I have been.
[ He's not even sure what to do with his injury, either. Will he walk again? He doesn't really know. The hospital here said he would be able to, eventually, but only if they equip with him their own prosthetic. Zura has been running his whole life— from the police, from those who oppose his political views, from the Amanto... from the feeling of being lonely. He's a criminal, an escapist, living under the thrill of staying secret, wearing disguises, and practically being a spy in some cases. His name was scattered all over Edo with an impressive reward for his capture.
Yet, he truly feels stuck here.. like he cannot escape.
The thought of being parted from one his legs seems too much— but it is worthless right now, being reconstructed and held together with multiple rods and pins. ]
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Did they all risk things? Absolutely. Hiccup...hadn't even come back out of the tower. But there's no feat so small that it's worthless, even if the price is high.]
You didn't let anybody down. You got back out and that's what counts. Feeling defeated is just as good as being defeated...and I know you're not. So...[Yeah his pep talks suck.] Stop saying stupid things like that. Seriously. You didn't let anyone down.
[There's a pause...] How can we help you?
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[ This is helping. Having you here; having hug from Baymax. Katsura is a complicated creature— nobody really knew how to pick at his brain or if they even wanted to. The solution, though, was easy in most instances. Give him a kitten and everything is okay.
Zura is stubborn, too, but not when he is reassured so quickly and easily. Hiro really is helping.
Katsura lifts a hand and pats Baymax on his arm and pulling away, looking up at him with a smile playing on his face. A sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. ]
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Should I leave you two alone for privacy? [Katsura...but on the other hand this is helping. That's important, even if Hiro's finding it a little bizarre.]
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Through his life, many people have come and gone. It was almost like everything he loved left him— a comforting hug was hard to come by. If only Hiro knew that about him, maybe he wouldn't think it being too bizarre.
His parents died when he was young, his grandmother soon following. That was it. He was last of his lineage and it was his duty to do everything— to survive and live and become a samurai like his father.. but he was alone while doing it until he met the rest of them.
Even then, their lives and paths split.
He pulls away again, keeping his eyes on Baymax for a moment before looking at Hiro. ]
Of course not.
Whatever you do, don't leave me so easily.
[ Don't disappear or die like everyone else. ]
Your friendship to me means more than what you probably imagine.
[ He can't do this alone. he can't be in this place alone. He has friends here, he knows it.. he just is expecting them to leave.. like the rest. ]
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Who said anything about leaving? They'd really have to fight with me to throw me back into that Nexus. [Is that what this is about?] ...we're going to be fine. All of us. That's kind of the point of friendship, isn't it? To rely on people.
[This is hysterical since he argues against this entire point a few days later to Yu, but alas.] You're not as alone as you might think you are. But you've just gotta talk to us instead of disappearing for weeks.
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You can be gone when you are still here, too.
[ He had a friend, once. His very first friend; a classmate. A classmate he protected and looked out for when things weren't going well. They grew up together, they fought alongside each other.
They nearly died together. They witnessed him dying before their eyes.
And that is what killed his friend's soul along with his sense of morality.
His friend— old comrade— was still physically alive.
But who he was now.. was a different person. A monster who had even sent somebody else to try and assassinate him once. Talk about betrayal.
Now, Katsura knows Hiro isn't going to go batshit crazy and be set on destroying the world so it can feel the same pain his friend felt, but in this place, he knows friends can change. He knows people— they can grow distant even if they are physically still here.
Hiro, though.
Katsura had invested so much trust and like for the little guy— he probably didn't appreciate him verbally as much as he should. He feels bad for not communicating with them, but what was he to do? He felt guilt for what had happened. He felt embarrassed for hardly getting anywhere through their hard work and effort.
And now, he sported something permanent to remind of his failure. ]
I will. I appreciate your concern.
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...man. So he gets up out of his chair, moving slightly and awkwardly settling in for a hug??? Does this help, Katsura?]
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I believe you'll do great things.
[ Surprisingly enough, he keep the hug relatively short and pulls back. ]
Things that I cannot do anymore.
[ Like, you know.. running to rescue people; running after your dreams. ]
But, ah, I'll figure something out.
This place hasn't gotten me beat yet.
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