Kino Makoto

07:48 pm: Should've asked Grif for advice on how to fight armored opponents when I still visited the Nexus. I still can't feel my arm.

It looked like a Kamen Rider, but that's impossible. There weren't any female Riders. Between that fight and the one I had with that Iron Man character, I think I'm losing my touch.

At least the daimons stay down when I punch them in the head. Shit. I'm beginning to wish I'd never followed Ami out of that place, at least I could get some advice there. Maybe I could've found a way to talk to Ami, too. This Rose Bride is nice, but it isn't her.

I'll be glad when all of this is over.

12:59 pm: Every night, it's the same. With the absence of Ami, Makoto still makes two meals, and silently eats hers at the table, watching Ami's empty seat. Like tonight will be the night she returns from that school. Every night, she goes to bed, alone.

Every morning, she scrapes the cold food into the garbage, and goes about her lonely routine.

11:48 am: Her eyes fluttered open, glancing out the window. A thin layer of frost covered it, softening the morning light to a soft glow that didn't quite brighten the bedroom any. Letting out a soft grunt, she moved to sit up, gently removing Ami's cool arm from around her waist.

She smiled at the sleeping girl, wiping grit from her own eyes, and stood, stretching. The little tugs of her scars made her wince a bit, no more than her joints popping, and she grunted again, bending over to grab her jeans and slip them on. Makoto readjusted her bra, then headed for the kitchen, stepping softly to avoid waking her lover up.

She spent the first ten minutes inspecting her plants, watering them, making sure nothing died during the night. Then she turned on the stove, placing a skillet on, and cracking a few eggs. A frying pan went down with a few slices of bacon, and she went about prepping plates and bread. She carefully poured some orange juice, and a bowl of cereal, and put together the bacon-egg sandwiches. They all went on a tray, which she escorted back to her room. Unfolding the legs, she set it down to where Ami's lap would be if she sat up, crawled into bed, and went back to sleep.

Her way of saying Here's breakfast. Don't wake me without an apocalypse coming.

08:34 pm: December Fourth.

Makoto disappeared that day, absent from her bed long before anyone else was awake. She vanished from all forms of communication, not showing up on any form of detection, nor at her usual thinking places.

On the morning of the Fifth, she can be found asleep in her bed, as if nothing had happened.

10:00 am:

I took Sage Vivant's Erotic Personality Quiz and discovered I'm a Romantic!

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...What did I expect, really?

09:12 pm: ((Before the invasion))

Your result for The Literary Character Test...

Mr. Hyde

Dark, Epic, Straight Forward Thinker

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Am I really that bad? I thought I'd distanced myself from her.

Marduk is dead. I've improved, right?

02:11 pm: ( I am Odysseus )

Do you think this fits?

11:00 am: Ami's birthday present, when Makoto gets a chance to give it to her during the small party, will be a hand-made dress.

Blue, a little tight around the top and getting loose around the hips, with a tidal wave coming up from the bottom.

She figured Ami'd like it.

07:00 am:

So, notinuniform, your LiveJournal reveals...

You are... 10% unique (blame, for example, your interest in persuit of freedom) and 10% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy love). When it comes to friends you are normal. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are wary of trusting strangers. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is conventional.

Your overall weirdness is: 24

(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 54% of other LJers.)

Find out what your weirdness level is!

09:35 am: ((Feel free to ask for clarifications, IC or OOC.))

Bold the things that are true.

Appearance:

I am 5'4 or shorter.
I think I'm ugly sometimes.
I have many scars.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different colour.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo.
I am self-conscious about my appearance. (Yeah. Scars. And I'm way too tall.)
I have/I've had braces.
I wear glasses.
I'd get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free.
I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.
I have more than 2 piercings.
I have piercings in places besides my ears.
I have freckles.

( The Rest )

05:15 pm: ((So. IC or OOC, opinions on your pups from Makoto?))

07:39 pm: I... have no clue what happened last night.

I seem to recall drinking a lot, some truth or dare, and chilling with someone in my underwear, and that's it.

Maybe I should just stick to not drinking as stress relief.

08:24 pm: OOC - What's in a smile?
When Makoto smiles, she gives people a small, closed-mouth smile. When she grins, it's a bit wider. But none of these ever reach her eyes. Like her laugh, a short, sharp little thing, it's all an act.

It's rare to get an actual, honest smile out of her, a broad, beaming thing that makes you feel warm inside. It's either like everything right there, right in that moment, is fine, and it will all be okay in the end, or a simple, soft smile that expresses all the love she needs to. It's not that she doesn't appreciate people. She's just been through too many horrors to react like we do to things. Everything for her, except rage and the pure fucking hatred she feels for monsters that would harm others for their own pleasure and gain, is emotionally dulled for her. She's put up a shield to keep life from hurting her again, and the only one she ever fully drops that around is Ami. Usagi and Minako sometimes manage to see the real thing, but that's usually dropped behind one of Makoto's masks in a heartbeat.

Makoto isn't dead inside, far from it. It's just that she keeps everything carefully bottled up. The only pair of complete and utter strangers that saw her have an honest-to-god good time for the first time in many months were Kurt and Arabelle.

One day, she might be able to interact honestly with normal people again. But that day isn't here, and it isn't now. And eventually I'll stop making OOC posts about my characters three hours after I wanted to go to bed. Hope I think this makes sense in the morning. Blegh.

08:20 pm: It's odd, the small things you miss. I miss the feeling of the skin on my knuckles splitting whenever I punch someone. The satisfaction that I just made a difference, not the knowledge that there's something worse out there that I could have fixed while I was beating on some burglar. Being able to sleep for a full night without nightmares. Cherry pie.

I don't remember the last time I went a week and a half without sleep. I think it was during the war, but some of my memories from that time are really blurry. Maybe I've just grown. Think I'll see what I can dig up today, try to sleep tomorrow.

It's a really annoying thing, being in your lover's arms as they sleep, and just staring at the lights from their computers until they wake up in the morning.

08:18 pm: She looked back when he caught her heel. The would-be mugger was crying, most of the teeth knocked out of his head. Both knees broken. Blood poured out of his ruined mouth, pooling on the ground in front of him like some waterfall made to improve a small garden. He coughed up shards of dental material and more fluids, trying to talk through the pain.

Jupiter watched his jaw working, realizing what he was trying to say. 'Help me. Please. I'm sorry.'

Her eyes narrowed and she turned, walking away. "No."

08:11 pm: Maybe she was taking things too far. Maybe. Or maybe she'd only thought that because the world knew who she was now, and the police could try to pressure her. (Of course, she could have tried blowing it off as a Senshi trick, but the first time she'd transformed in the middle of a crowded street to halt a grocery store robbery had utterly trashed that idea.) She really didn't think that very often, though. And when she did, she always found a reason to convince herself that she wasn't taking things far enough.

Still, Jupiter thought as she lifted the bloody biker out of the remains of the telephone booth. It would be nice if the police got off my case.

She was Sailor Jupiter.

She was Justice.

And she would never be weak again.

05:55 pm: Been out of the hospital for a few weeks now. Still a little jumpy, especially in crowds.

With my identity not so secret, do I need to spend time as Makoto? Going grocery shopping as Sailor Jupiter has its moments.

The police showed up at my door last night. They very politely asked me to stop breaking people. I probably shouldn't have reacted the way I did, but no one was seriously hurt in the end, and the officer's hair should have stopped standing on end by the time he went to bed. I think I've lost any points I used to have with them.

I don't think I care.

08:58 pm: In the darkness, Kino Makoto lay there. Totally unaware of the chaos outside, she slept in her coma, unresponsive to everything, even the needs of her Princess. She flinched when a thousand origami cranes in her room, sent by schoolchildren who wished her well, began to glow, then fly out. She winced again when the Princess' power flow out, like a needle through the darkness of Kaguya.

But she didn't wake up. Not until a bright white light flowed through her room.

There was a long moment as she took a deep, shuddering breath. Then her heart monitor exploded, arcs of electricity covering it and every other electronic device in her room. She surged upright in her bed, looking around in a panic as she tried to figure out where she was. Makoto snatched the various needles and wires out of her before standing suddenly, shielding her eyes from the chaotic display of her own power.

havetogetoutpoisonwhereisshenoone'sAMI! If that anguished mental scream didn't bring her love running, she'd have to go herself. And Makoto was not inclined to wait long, already flinging a door off its hinges with a thrust of her palm. AMI! Oh God, be safe.

06:11 pm: It didn't take long for word of Kino Makoto's secret identity to spread throughout Japan. After the second day, several cards arrived for her, nearly indistinguishable from the cards sent to the other hospitalized victims. Then, schoolchildren began to send cards, wishing for the Senshi to recover from the nerve gas attack soon. After the first three days, people began to send folded origami cranes. Just a few at first, and then the floodgates seemed to open.

It wasn't long before her room was overflowing with flowers, cards, cranes, and even a few presents, wishing her a swift and total recovery.

There were incidents where reporters and paparazzi tried to sneak in to get pictures. Some succeeded, some failed. Very few got to the printing presses. The cats took care of that before the Senshi even heard of it. Even fewer where people who wished her actual harm got through. Security around Tokyo's hero was insanely difficult, with dedicated officers, nurses, and, more often than not, one of the other Senshi. Not to mention Ami's nearly constant presence.

07:39 am: Makoto stood in the crowded subway train, idly flipping through a bridal magazine to take notes on the various designs. The doors opened, letting several people off, and a torrent of people on. She stepped a little closer to Ami, trying to make more room for everyone.

She smiled suddenly and circled the name of one of the dresses, leaning over to nudge her girlfriend and show her the dress. She made a question mark next to the circled name, and underlined the material it was made of. Distracted by this, she didn't notice one more man step onto the train, one dressed oddly for the good weather the day was having. A slightly cloudy day didn't really require an umbrella, or an overcoat.

Makoto checked where they were at another stop, as another rush of people came and went, and went back to her magazine. She didn't hear the man drop two objects wrapped in newspapers. Nor did she notice him stab them repeatedly with his umbrella's sharpened tip, before rushing out with the rest of the crowd, heading towards a friend's waiting vehicle. The train started moving again, as usual, the soft babble of people heading to work overriding any other noise.

It was a long moment before anyone did anything. It started slowly, someone rubbing their eyes. Another person coughed. Someone commented on their eyes burning, and then there were more. Makoto rubbed at her own eyes, cursing a bit at the stinging sensation. She looked up and frowned at the other passengers, some of whom were beginning to panic for some reason.

"Hey." She stepped closer to them, taking note of more people acting oddly. Rubbing their eyes. Coughing. She could feel her chest growing tighter, it was hard to breathe. Something's wrong. "What's going on?" Someone moved a hand away from their face, looking as panicked as the rest of the crowd was, and she took an unwilling step back from the blood dribbling from their nose. Someone coughed, cried out, a man pushed a woman away from him to get to the door, and there was a sudden panic.

Makoto tried to push them away from her, keep her footing, but someone shoved her in the back, and she toppled, trying to catch herself and getting an elbow in her face as a reward for her efforts. As she landed face-first, she felt something pop underneath her, then something wet and burning on her face. She only had time to make a short cry before someone stomped on the back of her head, sending her into a familiar world of darkness.