Ok so I found the original kanji for Geten’s name from the wiki and put it into my Japanese dictionary and
It’s uh… interesting I guess?
ok this is really funny because my first thought was “so if we consider the Todoroki family as the Bible-” and that is a wild thought to be having at 3:04 AM
but yeah in retrospect it seems to be a reference to how he had an unknown origin and people thought he was a Himura/Todoroki for a while but could never be confirmed, which is pretty cool actually
“menat to be read privately” like how geten’s being a himura/the downfall of the himura clan was meant to be a secret ig. leave it to mr compress to extract the tea out of him though we love a gossip girl
“outside code/ceremony/law/rule” fits with that as well like. he’s a fucked up guy and probably a far cry from the noble himura family image, i’ll have to reread his stated backstory to corroborate that though
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MLA Week, Day 7: Army/Legacy
In the days after Deika, the MLA do what they can.
Content Notes: Mentions of hospitalizations, identifying of the bodies, and just generally picking up the pieces. At least Mr. Compress is enjoying himself.
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The morning after Deika, Trumpet ducks away from news cameras with murmured excuses about needing to meet with the people in his district. He spends much of the day making quiet rounds, speaking in low, soothing tones to members of the Army and encouraging them one by one to take heart, for the will of Destro lives on and the Grand Commander will have words for them soon. In truth, he doesn’t even know whether they will still be the Army at the end of all this, but worry for the future fades against the memory of Re-Destro (Rikiya) on his knees, the expanse of his back bared to an ash-choked sky.
Two days after Deika, Geten walks into Re-Destro’s hospital room, finally having been cleared as a family member. He seats himself facing the door, his hood drawn up, lantern eyes burning and hollow as he watches medical staff come and go. Police come and attempt to ask him questions; he stares at their badges, thin-lipped and silent, until they make awkward excuses for themselves and leave. When Re-Destro cracks opens his eyes, glassy and uncomprehending, Geten holds his hand until he drifts back off, cold fingers tracing the remembered contours of an old burn.
Three days after Deika, Skeptic, his office door barricaded from the inside by a puppet sitting curled up against it, turns too fast in his chair and nearly blacks out, flailing to catch himself before he faceplants onto the floor. He sucks in air, gasps rattling in his throat, and clenches his hands against the surface of his desk. When the white spots flashing in his vision finally fade, he forces himself up, swaying on his feet, and staggers over to the mini-fridge to dig out another bento and energy drink. There’s work to do, still so much work to do, to claw anything out of this mess that can make it a miscalculation rather than the most disastrous kind of failure.
Four days after Deika, Curious’s body is identified by her mother, first from photographs, then from a viewing. The detective, muted from what is not his first and will not be his last meeting of this type today, thanks her and offers quiet condolences, after which she returns to her wife in the waiting room. The woman takes one look at the expression on her pallid face and sweeps her into a tight embrace. A younger daughter and a home base wait for them some fifty miles north, but they spend that night in a hotel, away from reporters and duties and everything but the heavy liminality of grief.
Five days after Deika, Re-Destro sits in his bed and half-listens to a doctor talk about follow-up surgeries and rehabilitation and the process of being fitted for prosthetics, the whole endless litany. He nods when it seems appropriate to do so, chipping in sensible-sounding suggestions here and there based on his own knowledge of the subject. It isn’t the first time he’s dealt with the matter of prosthetics, after all. It isn’t until the doctor mentions making an appointment with a specialized psychologist that Re-Destro finally gives the man his full attention, looking up with a vague smile.
“I don’t think that will be necessary.”
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Six days after Deika, one of the survivors looks at a clock on the wall, takes a breath to steady himself, and then abruptly begins to scream and thrash. Staff come running immediately. Exactly sixty seconds later, a man with short, dark hair peppered with gray enters the wing, raising a curious eyebrow towards the commotion as he strolls unerringly towards Re-Destro’s room.
He knocks. He lets himself in.
Inside, Geten sits glaring on the chair by the bed, emanating cold fury. Re-Destro looks up likewise, shoulders draped in a dignified charcoal black jacket pilfered by an aide from one of his suit ensembles and brought in by Trumpet the day before.
The man from the hallway pulls a marble out of nowhere; with a flick of his wrist, one marble becomes two, which in turn become a top hat and a mask. He bows with flourish to spare, new prosthetic barely making a sound as he fits the mask to his face.
“Yotsubashi-san,” Mr. Compress greets, all malicious conviviality. “Are you ready to go and meet your new employer?”
“He’s met him already,” Geten hisses, low-voiced, but falls silent at the distracted pat from Re-Destro.
“I have been ready to meet that young man again,” he says, his eyes bright. “Please. Take me to him.”
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And that’s a wrap. Thanks, @sweetiitea and @balestrasii for putting this together. I love pretty much all these characters (even if I didn’t find space to write much about Geten) and had a blast writing them and brainstorming for their organization, perspective and history, so thanks for giving me the reason to do so. Cheers!
To anyone who’s interested, stick around another day or two for the Infodump/Worldbuilding Post!
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