#none of mbjr deserved that

[firebirdsdaughter]

So…

… Takahashi. I don’t even know if you wrote this script, but I blame you for the mess the finale left us w/ so I’m addressing you.

List of demands. Discussion of possible horrible V&V spoilers under cut. And by ‘discussion’ I mean I threaten people I will never meet w/ an imaginary knife.

First off. None of this ‘necessary evil’ crap bc I’m sorry. There’s nothing evil about standing up to someone like Arkland. This is treated as mbjr having sacrificed themselves for the sake of HumaGear bc humans clearly weren’t going to help them or care.

Additionally, this is not treated as something they ‘deserve’ this is not ‘and we gave them a second chance’ bc they didn’t need a second chance, they were hacked, mind controlled, and abused. They never ‘deserved’ to die, they deserved to be rescued and treated as the victims they are. Standing up to humans, calling them out, and disagreeing w/ Aruto are not divine sins. Aruto is not god.

Speaking of Aruto, he needs to shut the fuck up. I don’t want one of his bs speeches over this. I don’t want his holier than thou arrogant, insensitive jackass, selfish nonsense anywhere near this. He needs to shut the hell up and think about the ten million things he could easily have done to prevent this tragedy.

Izu doesn’t get to talk either. I’d say she should think about the ten million things she could have done to prevent this tragedy, but unfortunately, she lacks the capacity to that unless someone told her it’d benefit Aruto in some way.

Yua also needs to shut the fuck up and think about how she could have prevented this very easily. She needs to get her head out of the bucket of hypocrisy and own up to her crap and treat the Soldos w/ respect rather than trying to train them to love/think they ‘need’ humans.

Dispense w/ this ‘HumaGear need humans to have hearts’ or whatever bullcrap. They don’t need us. We can contribute, but we are not paramount to existence. They are not animals to be domesticated, they are sentient beings that deserve more respect than Aruto ever gave them.

I do not want to hear about ‘Fuwa is willing to die for Yua uwu~’ bc we covered how much he cares in the series. I’d much prefer there being an angle that Fuwa’s willing to go this far to end mbjr’s suffering bc they are victims who were forced into this position by human arrogance and failures.

Mbjr trying to suicide by Vulcan should be treated as tragic and looking for a mercy kill to end their pain, not ‘fitting punishment’ for doing something about Arkland, they should not be blamed for having to resort to using a Key that they cannot control and has a mind of it’s own bc humans couldn’t be bothered to actually do any of the stuff they claim they will. This should be a wake up call for humans that they take HumaGear and their devotion for granted, and should be treated as a tragic thing that did not need to happen, had humans actually done… Anything at all to improve, really.

Mbjr should not be blamed for what MassBrain does, they are clearly not in control, and sacrificed themselves for the Soldos the moment they used it. This is not ‘them going evil’ this is ‘they were forced to use a deadly upgrade bc humans let them down/weren’t doing anything.’ This is a tragedy that didn’t need to happen if humans actually tried to change anything or did anything or owned up to their mistakes and just gave the slightest bit of effort.

Gai needs to go to jail. I do not want to see mbjr and Fuwa go through hell bc of him, then die, only to have the bastard prance around in their home and get his own Izu to swoon over him and worship him bc we already don’t get enough of the ‘look at this cutsey waifu who exists to gaze adoring at her male master like a sexy leg lamp’ w/ Izu I guess??? Anyway, someone please take Rin away from this man, I am going to be sick. If his victims are going to go through even more suffering and then die, this man needs to face some consequences.

This needs to be a mercy kill. Not ‘destroy mbjr bc they stood up to humans again and humans equal all good in the world so they deserve to die now/they made Yua stub her toe so Fuwa goes psycho and kill them.’ Fuwa should understand better than anyone what it’s like to lose control of yourself/have it taken away from you. I know the series didn’t treat it seriously bc we don’t care about autonomy and stuff here I guess, but he should but much more sympathetic to them than Yua, or anyone else. I know Fuwa and Yua care about each other, I got that clearly from the series, and I don’t even like Yua. What I need to see is someone, and Fuwa’s the only one I trust, actually try to save them before writing them off. I know Yua’s gonna go all Aruto about ‘but your hearts uwu’ bc apparently to them ‘hearts’ means ‘loving humans,’ but I want there to be a conscious effort to actually, like, remove the belt, shut the system down, save mbjr before resorting to killing them. And it needs to be a mercy kill. Not ‘they deserve to die’ not the bull from the finale about how Horobi got to live bc he became suicidal, not any of Aruto horse shit ‘compassion.’ Realising that this is the only way to end their suffering and doing it as an act of compassion for them. And that’s Key. The compassion needs to be for them. Not ‘poor Yua uwu’ not for Aruto, not for fucking Izu. Them. Bc it’s high time someone cared about mbjr’s, eps Horobi’s, suffering. Bc I am tired of that being ignored, even by other members of mbjr.

[cina-full-moon-xanadium]

Imagine if Izu like. I don’t know. For a few episodes contemplated the idea that MBJR was right or something, and because they’re friends it starts out as Aruto trying to just persuade her no but she then gets VERY passionate about it in the context of Humagears never being able to choose who they are, or talking about the multiple abuses they saw in the first act.

Imagine if that caused a bit of a schism where the two parted for a bit and went through their own realisations, with Izu contemplating how passionate she got (she was never like that with hiden sr or ever before aruto, etc) and Aruto considering that she actually did make some decent points about MBJR highlighting just how much Humagears are people and deserve none of what they get, or that it’s wrong for a company to own them like this. He could be talking about it with Yaiba and Fuwa or something and they’d be shooting him down but that just makes him realise he was being like that to Izu.

Imagine the two coming back together, Aruto having a big emotional moment of “First time I’ve learned something from a humagear” with a pun on learning or something and they just. Resolve to beat MBJR but inherit their will on their points about humagear singularity and abuse.

Imagine Zero-One having character drama that developed our characters and themes simultaneously

[firebirdsdaughter]

Random Writing Tidbit DRAMA…

… So… Had an idea… And ran w/ it a little. ^^

Short version: the Ark is twisted as all hell and it doe snot have a good effect on any member of MBJR.

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Even disconnected from the Ark, Horobi knew where to go. The forest around the Daybreak site was extensive and confusing for humans, the perfect place to move about unnoticed. It didn’t take him long to find them, the MagGear marching out of the mist and falling into formation like they had been expecting him—which, naturally, they had.

Sunlight began to cut through the mist, and the MaGear held their positions—Horobi hesitated as well, unsure if they could be waiting for what he hoped they were. Then there was another light along with the sun, a blaze of red that swooped through the sky and wove amongst the trees before coming to land on the ground between him and the Trilobite. The glow faded, revealing a tall, crimson figure, gleaming in the morning light—a form he knew of but had never seen before. It felt like everything that could breathe was holding it in, and even things that couldn’t, too, as the figure just stood there, staring off into the trees for a long moment. Then, slowly, they raised a hand to their belt, pulling out the Key and turning back to look at him as the armour disappeared into red light.

And his entire system shorted out.

He’s alive.

Horobi didn’t feel it when his legs gave out until his knees hit the ground, and he had to catch himself with both hands. His system glitched even more, everything else fading into the background—his vision telescoped, his surroundings going completely silent; he couldn’t even feel the air around him or the dirt beneath him. Nothing mattered except the singular thought overtaking his whole mind:

He’s alive. He’s alive. He’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive…!

He heard the footsteps on the dry leaves because of who they belonged to—then felt fingertips brush his cheek. The hand slipped down to gently cup his chin, tilting his face up so that he was looking into the dark eyes above him. HumaGear could not cry, but in that moment, he felt like he should have been able to.

The sunlight was behind Jin, illuminating his hair so that it looked almost like a crown. His expression was largely emotionless, nothing like his past childish personality, no pouts or small smiles. Something about that felt wrong, tugged at Horobi’s chest in a way that he couldn’t compute—but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Jin was here, alive and awake, with a crown of light and the MaGear rallying behind him. What mattered was taking in this moment of serenity, that they were reunited, while it lasted.

For a long time, they just stared at each other—until Horobi couldn’t bear the silence anymore, or the waiting. “… Jin…” His voice was weaker than a whisper, and it felt like Jin’s hand on his face was the only thing keeping him up—shakily, he forced one of his arms to move, reaching slowly upwards. “… My king…” His voice trailed off into the grating, mechanical sound that the humans hadn’t bothered to repair, and the trembling had spread down his arm to the rest of him. “… My son…” His fingers brushed Jin’s sleeve…

With a snap of his wrist, Jin threw him roughly head-first to the ground. He struggled to get back up, but heard two steps behind him—a foot came down on his head, pinning it to the ground. “A failure like you…” Hissed a voice above him that was both familiar in its sound and unfamiliar in the cold, ruthless tone, “… Has no right to use those words.”

Horobi didn’t struggle at all, even when the foot pressed harder, grinding his head into the dirt. He had failed. He’d failed to even make a dent in the human population, allowed Zero-One to delay plans again and again, and then even her awakening had been botched—she hadn’t been anywhere near full power. He’d even failed to die properly, been repaired by humans, and who knew what else they had learned while picking him apart. His only saving grace was that he had managed to guide Jin here, to his rightful place—and even that he had only barely accomplished, and only because the Ark herself had stepped in. He was defective. He didn’t bother trying to ask for forgiveness because he deserved none—this was his fitting punishment.

Jin kept stepping on his head for a little longer, but soon became bored of that—it seemed he had retained his shorter attention span and need for amusement, even if the type of entertainment had changed. His foot disappeared from Horobi’s head, only to connect hard with his father’s shoulder, knocking him violently onto his back. He wasn’t there for long, because Jin bent sharply down and grabbed him by the throat, pulling him back up. HumaGear didn’t need to breathe, but the grip was painful in another way—it was putting unbearable pressure on the components connecting his systems, the stress making his vision glitch wildly and a horrible screeching static fill his hearing.

His arms, however, stayed by his sides, and he still didn’t fight; merely awaiting whatever judgement his… His king elected to pass down.

“Though you did at least manage your most important mission…” Jin’s frozen face appeared above him again, and Horobi’s malfunctioning vision somehow zeroed in on him. Then the muzzle of Jin’s handgun was pressing against the side of his head, shoving the edge of his head wrap out of the way to jam against the damaged sections. “… Perhaps that warrants a quick end…?” The gun pushed harder against his head, twisting around to dig deeper into the exposed mechanics. “You’ve served your purpose, after all…”

Horobi faintly heard a finger tapping thoughtfully against the trigger, contemplating what to do. He kept waiting, using what little function his systems still had to focus exclusively on Jin. If Jin and the Ark did conclude to make this his execution site, all he needed was for the last thing he saw to be his… His…

His shame prevented him from finishing that thought.

But the silence stretched on, and Jin just kept… Staring at him.

Then, slowly, the pressure on his throat eased, and the gun disappeared, and he was collapsing back on the ground in a trembling heap. “… Perhaps…” Jin’s voice sounded strange—different than before. Shaky. Uncertain. Horobi dragged his head back up just enough to peer upwards from the corners of his eyes. Jin was still staring at him, but his expression wasn’t as cold as before—there was something… Familiar about it. Softer. “… Perhaps you still have some use.” He fell silent again, the familiar look persisting, and Horobi almost called out to him…

Then the expression vanished, and Jin went cold once more. “… Come.” He ordered, an edge of disgust coming into his voice. Then he turned on his heel and marched off without a backward glance, the MaGear falling into rank behind him.

Horobi didn’t waste a moment, scrambling to his feet as quickly as he could. He took a moment to find him balance, righting his head wrap and giving his systems some time to realign—but no more than they absolutely needed. The moment he was able, he forced his legs to work, and stumbled hurriedly after Jin.

As was the will of the Ark.

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Oh, my poor boys… I know I did this, but my poor boys.