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Tattsun
Tattsun found out pretty quickly that he could power electronics if he was careful. There wasn’t really much he could do with it when the world was still empty though. He made sure the walkie-talkies were fully charged, and made sure the cellphone could turn on when they needed it, but there really wasn’t much else. He tried turning on a TV once, but there was nothing to watch.
As the world is rebuilt it’s something he uses a lot more. His parents bring him to their company building to see if he can get the generator up and running again. It works, and soon Yuki is sending him all over to get the power grid up and running.
When it’s finally over he still finds uses for it. He uses it to watch Electro Rangers, mostly.
And also to power the sewing machine.
Tattsun never thought he’d pick up something like sewing, but he’s always had a dream. Even if it has problems, his powers give him half of his dream.
The other half of his dream will be made of black fabric.
Pai
It’s strange for Pai to go back to her regular life. Nothing has really… changed for her. She knows that she awakened to a power just like everyone else, but it’s hard to act like she’s different in any way when she doesn’t remember anything about it.
But that’s okay. Pai doesn’t really need to remember how it works. Even without her powers Pai has never properly fit into the category of ‘normal person’.
With people leaving the underground shelters, ghosts also start to reappear. It’s still strange that her friends can see them now too, but they don’t really know what to do about it. This is just a consequence of wanting to see Vanilla again for them. They aren’t interested in much more than ignoring the ghosts.
Maybe it’s not her power, but Pai is from a line of Shinto priests. Maybe helping these ghosts is something only she can do.
Chuko & Kansai
Chuko and Kansai don’t start dating right away, it’s something that surprises even them. Still, even when they get requests to go to completely different places, they refuse to be separated.
People who don’t understand their powers ask for too much, and Kansai wishes they would hurry up and leave them alone. Chuko has a doctor managing her cough, but it’s hard for her to get better as more and more requests pop up for warmth. It’s almost winter.
When someone requests her for a fire two days in a row, saying they let the fire go out because they weren’t paying attention, Kansai shows up alone for the first time.
That town never requests them again.
But it’s all good, because Chuko is getting better. People made fire with sticks and rocks for ages, it’s about time these people figured it out themselves. They don’t need some twelve year olds (or were they thirteen now?) to do everything for them. They’ll get electricity back soon anyway.
Mowchan
When he’s no longer being sent to so many places as an emergency cook, Mowchan takes the time to think about a dream he’s had for years. One day, he wanted to travel the world and learn more about food.
He loved food. Loved eating it, sure, but it was more than that. He wanted too share that love with others.
It was hard on their journey. If Mowchan was lucky he could find some old spices to make the boiled bags of curry or rice or pasta more exciting. He knows they were lucky to even have that, but it was never the kind of food he wanted to make.
Mowchan knows he’s not ready to travel yet. Maybe he was stronger than he thought, walking all the way back to Tokyo with his friends, but it took so much out of him. When someone at one of the camps mentions how there used to be exchange programs for everything, even cooking, all he can think is how not ready he is.
He has his whole itinerary planned out, has since he saw a chef talking about taking a trip like that on TV. France, Italy, India, America. He shoves the itinerary deep into his brain. He’s done enough. His dream can wait until he’s an adult.
Hopefully the metal will stay bellow his shoulders for that long.
Yuki
Yuki never really thought that her family was this big. After their talk, she started living with the scientist and Nyoro. It’s hard at first. She thought after travelling so far with the others that she’d know how to live with other people, but it turns out living in a house is pretty different. She's used to having more space to herself.
Her family doesn’t stop there either. Once the rebuilding is underway it comes to light that Pochi and Reycho don’t really have anywhere to live. Usually if they had to go ‘home’ before, they’d just go to the Panopticon. But if Yuki doesn’t have to live there anymore, neither should they.
It’s hard to define how everyone fits into the family. Nyoro and Yuki are siblings because the scientist made both of them, but MAIK was the one who made Pochi and Reycho. Yuki asks the scientist if that means Pochi and Reycho are her children, or if they’re like nephews because she’s only part of MAIK, and not the part that made them.
The scientist says she’s thinking about it too hard.
Still, whenever she catches strangers being rude to either of them she tells those people not to talk to her sons ever again. The looks on their faces are hilarious. Maybe she is thinking too hard, she’ll treat them just the same as Nyoro unless she’s in a situation where it would be funnier not to.
Jennu
Society wasn’t built for people with wings. Jennu would have thought that after saving the world nothing would bother her, but the closer the world gets to normal the more she has to find solutions to things that shouldn’t even be problems.
She can’t sit in chairs that have a back anymore. She’s made due with turning them so her wings don’t get crushed, but she’s already planning her case to get a stool when the schools finally open back up. She wonders if she can make a convincing argument to never get in a car again.
As it starts to get colder, Jennu’s wings grow stiff. Whatever kind of wing they are, they weren’t built for the cold. Probably a migratory bird. Either way, she starts to collect blankets to wrap around herself. The others look at her strangely, but she doesn’t really want to explain. Pai makes her a thick shawl, with a clasp and a hood. It’s very versatile. Jennu wears it everywhere.
She’s looking forward to when society is built up enough for theatre groups to be back though. Having wings means she doesn’t have to deal with all the danger that comes with being lifted by ropes for special effects.
Not that she’d have to do that when she joined Hosekizuka (probably) but it didn’t hurt to try some things along the way.
Nyoro
There’s a bed in Nyoro’s workshop. She has more work than ever, inventing things to solve any problem brought to her attention. Any material she could ever want is made available to her.
It’s not that the bed is there because she works so much she doesn’t get the time to go back to her room though. It’s more that all the work she does is the only thing that slows down her mind enough to sleep at all. She tried going back and forth at first, but by the time she’d get back to her room her mind would be racing again.
So she puts a bed in her workshop, and it’s the best sleep she’s gotten in years. Probably since before her father went missing.
Speaking of her father, he really is trying to make up for his time away. In a way it’s really disorienting. Now that he’s given up on working on projects in secret, he has a lot of free time. Even splitting it between her and Yuki he still spends more time with her then he did before. Adding Pochi and Reycho still doesn’t keep him all that busy.
It feels like when she was little, before the first earthquake. When he used to travel to all corners of the world with her. Before he got obsessed with fixing everything.
She missed this.
Vanilla & Aniki
Vanilla has started to wear gloves. As soon as she could, she went out to get a pair. They go all the way to her elbows, they’re tight and they aren’t a soft material like Aniki expects. At first, he wonders if she can’t handle the cold anymore.
He hears Pai’s gasp before he hears the scissors clatter to the floor. He spins towards the sound, his eyes searching for danger, but all that meets him is a guilty smile.
Vanilla laughs, but it’s not cheerful like usual.
“Sorry,” she says, a see-through hand still positioned to cut his hair, but her real one has flopped to the floor so hard he guarantees it’ll bruise. “I guess this might take a while.”
He wants to yell, to demand an explanation, but he knows that tone. She’s trying not to cry.
He wraps her in his arms, ignoring the blanket still draped over him.
“It’s okay. I want you to cut it. It doesn’t matter how long it takes.”
Reycho & Pochi
When his repairs are over, Reycho starts to sneak away from his friends. Now that he can do things on his own, he can start to work on things he wants to do by himself.
He has a project he wants to do. He would have liked to do it in Tokyo, but even if they technically could get to their old school the city itself was still abandoned until the sand was cleared away.
On one of his walks alone, Reycho finds a school that’s barely been overgrown. It would have to do.
He starts off with cleaning one of the classrooms, and then making decorations. Setting up banners is hard with one hand, but he manages. It takes him so long working on his secret project that he’s sure other people are trying to figure out where he wanders off to every few days. No one has tried to follow him yet.
He wonders if he should do something about the chalkboard, but after finding a box of chalk in the teachers lounge in all different colours he comes up with a better idea.
And then it’s ready.
One by one Reycho finds his friends and invites them. He brings them to his classroom, gesturing at the decorations and the chalk. He’s so excited that his temperature goes up by four whole degrees.
They spend the whole day together there, camped out in the classroom. Mowchan makes everyone lunch as they huddle around the chalkboard filling every inch of space they can.
Reycho brings out the camera as everyone starts getting ready to go home, and everyone jumps at the chance for a picture. When it’s all over, he holds his copy in his hands. Pochi sits next to him.
“Was it worth it?”
He knows Pochi is asking about the room, and all the effort he went through in secret, but he can’t help but think about their journey. There were a lot of things that happened. Good things. Terrible things. He was practically destroyed twice.
“Yes.” Is what he says anyway, because Reycho would do all of that again and more for his friends.
Pochi understands. He holds his own picture so carefully, like it’s made of glass.
“I didn’t think I would ever be allowed to have this much.” He says. “I was okay with them hating me if it meant they got to live.”
“They could never really hate you.”
“I’m really happy that you’re alive Reycho. Things are different now, but I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“Don’t let Kansai hear you say that. The leader of the Go-Getters Club can’t be such a downer.”
Pochi laughs, but uncertainty still creeps into his expression. “I don’t think we really need a leader anymore.”
“Of course we do,” Reycho says. “The Go-Getters Club sticks together, right? Who else will keep us out of trouble?”
“You have a point.” He sighs. “I’m going to be babysitting for the rest of my life, aren’t I?”
“Not too different from what you were made for.”
“Well, I guess at least we’ll be safe from now on.”
“That’s the spirit.”