The Silence After the Storm

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The Ken Amada who made certain threats, whom Igor didn't bring to the Velvet Room and didn't welcome, has been permanently contained within his other-world self. Many of the Velvet Room residents mobilized in the effort to neutralize the threat he posed, and now, in the moments after the devastating battle that sealed Ken away, perhaps you have business to conclude.

Maybe you're a fighter, left in the rubble the battle made of its surroundings—or maybe you were a noncombatant this time, left behind to wonder what's happening or prepare for the aftermath. Maybe you linger around the battle site, or maybe you have other things to do.

Or maybe you didn't survive. Maybe you're one of the glowing forms slowly coalescing in front of Igor's desk in the Velvet Room over the course of the subsequent half hour. Igor presides over them gravely, with no sign of his usual smile. Near his desk sits a box of snacks, familiar to anyone who's used the operation's training room.

[[ooc: This post is a general catch-all for the aftermath of the battle! It's backdated to February 26, the day Ken got got.]]

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[willowandoak]

Yeah, he has some opinions about Hasegawa's behavior at the end of the battle, and he lets it show with a dark, meaningful look. But all he says is, "I wasn't gonna bring it up yet."

He'll be fine with them not talking about it for now. There's kind of a bigger issue at hand—literally, as she rests in Hasegawa's arms.

[unit_8910_wolf]

His gaze drifts, not sure if prioritizing the work over the bigger issue at hand regarding his feelings for his dead daughter was the right matter here. She was alive, wasn't she? Just a few more minutes. Also it's Drake, if he's going to throw a few bitter insilts at him it wouldn't matter.

"You or anyone else here is nowhere at fault for Akane’s condition." His hand drifts- finding air at the side of his daughter's head. "This is my oversight. Just as what had happened on the battlefield. I should have been medicated enough for that to never happen for a whole duration of a day- much less for those minutes."

"...I am really sorry for weighing you guys down."

Even if he had landed back and forth almighty attacks and had only disturbed the team's strategy for a worrying amount. He is only living with physical wounds that aren't hurting because he turned off those sensors. Those microbots are at work right as they speak.

[willowandoak]

Ren doesn't know what he was expecting, but a straight-up apology and admission of guilt was definitely not it. He blinks at Hasegawa for a moment, mouth slightly open, looking completely blank, and free of the jadedness that often makes him look older than his years.

It's just, adults don't say that. Not to Ren. It's not even that he thinks apologies have a lot of value; adults just don't even think he's worth the effort of trying.

"Uh," he says, intelligently. "...As long as you know you fucked up."

[unit_8910_wolf]

Zenkichi waits. Expects.

Drake is the responsible one, the leader who kept this whole impossible operation running even when the world is collapsing around them. So he expects a nod, maybe some grim acknowledgment, maybe—if he’s really lucky—an order to run a diagnostic on his systems. Something to put him back in his place, remind him that he’s a weapon before he’s anything else.

Instead, Ren just... stares at him. Blinks, mouth slightly open, expression completely wiped of its usual jaded sharpness.

Zenkichi squints, caught off guard. His brain struggles to process this response—or lack of one. His body tenses, bracing for something more, but all he gets is:

...As long as you know you fucked up.

Silence.

Zenkichi clicks his tongue, rolling his shoulders. "Wow. Thanks, kid. Real profound." He gestures vaguely at Ren, like he’s just grown a second head. "What, you short-circuitin’ on me? You alright?"

He’s teasing, but there’s an edge of genuine confusion under it. Maybe even... warmth.

That shit hurts more than any almighty blast ever could.

[willowandoak]

What kind of question...? "I can yell at you if you want."

He doesn't want to right now, but he can. It wouldn't even be that hard. He can always make himself mad enough to yell.

[unit_8910_wolf]

Zenkichi lets out a slow exhale, shaking his head. "Uh. Appreciate the offer but I think I'll pass on it for now." His lips twitch, not quite a smirk, but something almost like it. "Not really in the mood to give you more reasons to get grey hairs."

He shifts his weight, glancing away as he scratches at his goatee, trying to shake the weirdness of this whole conversation. He’s been called out before—hell, he’s been chewed out plenty—but this? A simple, Yeah, you fucked up? It’s disarming in a way he wasn’t prepared for.