interstellar5555 | I'm Going to Stand By You

Who: Usagi Tsukino and OPEN
Where: All over Vista
What: Usagi is coping as best she can
When: All week
Warnings: None I can think of

A: Even if We're Breaking Down

It had been a looooong day. Too long, honestly. She rubbed her neck as she started the trek to her last delivery, hair filled with flowers. Thankfully Mrs. Ophelia didn't play the radio, Usagi was drained enough from the music without needing to hear it everyday from work as well.

She looked at the address and swallowed. Pride Tower. She could do this, she could do this. She was Sailor Moon, and it was JUST flowers, no one knew who she really was.

"I can do this..."

She dropped her head and her shoulders drooped.

"One foot in front of the other. Come on, all you have to do is MOVE!" she insisted although, she blushed widely as the person near her suddenly turned. "I DIDN'T MEAN YOU!" she suddenly exclaimed, blushing deeply at how that must of sounded. Oh crud. "I-" she sighed. Crud crud crud.

B: We Can Find a Way to Break Through

She didn't even remember how she got up here on the little stage they had at the festival. She didn't even remember how she got to the festival except maybe she was drawn to it because of the music. The thing that woke her? Well, that she was now suddenly on a small stage for fans to karaoke the songs in-between all of the acts.

"WAH! W-W-WAIT! I C-CAN'T!" the other fans, zombie though they were, gave slow claps of encouragement. She swallowed and then suddenly saw a musician and... for whatever reason, the magic in the air, perhaps, she suddenly found herself singing, eyes locking on said musician.

"♪ Hands, put your empty hands in mine
And scars, show me all the scars you hide
And hey, if your wings are broken
Please take mine so yours can open, too
'Cause I'm gonna stand by you..."

C: Even if We Can't Find Heaven

She was at the beach, trying to get away from the festival for some fresh air. She felt like she couldn't breathe in the city. It wasn't her precious Earth, but she still felt awful, like a fist was around her heart and stomach. Her shoes were in her hand and she tried to take deep breaths.

She could do this, she could save them. She would save all of them with all the help she had beside her. She could do it.

Deep breaths. She pushed stray fly aways back behind her ear, but the wind was strong. Usagi was rubbing her arm and figured she should head back. Someone was heading towards her, she figured they probably were going to spend the day at the beach, or maybe a romantic sunset stroll.

"Good afternoon," she offered with a smile.

D: I'll Walk Through Hell with You

She was snooping around the festival, several bouquet of flowers in her arms. The festival meant that she had constant deliveries from fans and companies alike to send to musicians. Even though Rei had said she should quit, it allowed her such good access to the musicians. And yes, she knew that was partially the problem, but she'd do what she could where she could. However, as she was trying to find the dressing rooms, the little piece of paper that had vague directions for it and her delivery forms for access, she heard the sounds of yells and screams.

She hurried over to it in case it was another attack, or, hope against hope, it was just excited fans cheering for the next musician.

It was a mix of both, at the moment. The zombie fans were rocking the gates holding them back from the path for the musicians and the guards couldn't keep it up, not when pure madness pushed them to try and get at the musicians. Hands reached out for the musician, grabbing, clawing, trying to reach, trying to grasp tight.

She gasped and hurried over to them.

"HEY! HEY GET OFF THEM!"

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He shakes his head wearily, almost haggardly. "If I go back to my world, those death gods will end me, and I can't afford that. Or if they don't end me, they'll end my freedom ...which would be a worse fate, I believe."

At least he didn't say he wouldn't or couldn't go back...

Edited 2016-06-01 03:59 (UTC)

"They deserve something, Sariel. Because being a new person doesn't mean forgetting those who were hurt by what you used to be. You should at least try and think of something besides your own guilt, that still means you are thinking only of yourself and you're trying to be more than that."

"It's hard to see past the guilt, when the crimes you've committed seem to loom so large in your memory," he replies, running his hand through his hair, kneading his scalp with his fingertips. He seems wrung out by all of this and it may be affecting his chain of thought.

Edited 2016-06-03 06:05 (UTC)

"I know," she smiled. Sometimes Chibiusa still had nightmares about being Wicked Lady, and she knew that Galaxia, would remember everything as well, having been reborn and knowing everything she did. She came over to him and took his other hand.

"But that's what it means to redeem yourself, to remake yourself."

He'll press her hand gently, but there might be a quiver of quiet desperation in his gesture. "In that case... it would seem it's in the cards for me to return to my world and face the charges," he admits.

"It... doesn't have to be permanent, though. Why not ask if you can make your apologies and then be taken to another world? Our paths have already changed so much, why couldn't this be something else too?"

"Try convincing the Ministry of Hades to accept my repentance and let me start anew," he says, darkly, but a smile might cross his face as he looks back to her. "But if anyone can convince them, it might be you."

"Me?" she turned to look at him. "Why me?" though she knew she probably could, if she tried hard enough. She would have to visit a lot of places to explain, and she would, if asked. She wouldn't let any of these people deal with the fallout alone.

He'll give her a smile of reassurance. "You have a way about you, that enables you to dig past people's inhibitions and mental blocks," he says. "You got around mine, and got me to accept who I really am. Who's to say you couldn't work the same miracle with some gods of death.

"They used to be human, most of them: that gives you a place to start, if you choose to address them."

"Why are you saying all this to me, though?" she offered instead, feeling hesitant ever since Aramat reacted so poorly to her healing her. She rubbed her arm in both worry and from the cold.

"About other worlds and everything," she tilted her head. "You know who you actually are... do you know who I actually am, then?"

"I'm saying this because it's what I'm seeing in you: I can be as stubborn as those death gods I spoke of, but you've managed to knock some sense into me," he says, giving her a tired but sincere smile.

"I'm afraid I don't know who you are," he says. "But... wherever you come from, that world is a better place for having you in it. And I hope, when you're done here, when you're done helping all the scattered souls torn from their moorings and brought here, I hope you get to go back and keep on doing what you can to help people just as lost and wandering as everyone you've helped here."

He notes the shiver. "Come on, let's get you someplace warm: shall I buy you supper for the trouble you took tongue-flogging some sense into me?"

"I guess I'm just more stubborn, then," she grinned, knowing she was. She had to be in the face of so many wishing to crush her spirit. She smiled.

"Well thank you... for the well wishes and the offer for food. I won't say no to food, it's my major weakness," she laughed.

"There's a restaurant not far from here, with some excellent sushi: it almost reminds me a bit of home and a friend of mine's cooking," he says, beckoning her to accompany him.
"Come, it'll be my treat: I have a good feeling you'll enjoy it."

I'm Going to Stand By You

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