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voidtreckerexpress2021-08-07 10:19 am
subcircuits) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2021-08-07 10:19 am
Catchall log for mid-Merriment, OTA!
Who: Devero and YOU
Where: All over the train
When: Merriment 17 through 21
What: Devero potters around the train, catching up on things and pretending he's not still really, really worn out from the mission.
Warnings: Recreational drug use in the luggage car prompt.
In the days following the platform, Devero is relieved to find that he's recovered enough energy to be able to stay awake for most of a day, and even to concentrate on projects again! The lassitude is hanging on to him longer than most, so he's still not quite is robust self, but he's present and working again. Between Merriment 17 and 21, he can be encountered all over the train.
Where does your character find him?
In the lab car?
Wait, since when is Devero glowing purple and semi-transparent? Come into the lab car on the right day at the right time and you'll find this specter moving about. Perhaps he's fiddling with a door latch, or you find him in one of the labs, picking things up and putting them back down again. There is absolutely neutral, lifeless expression on his face if you happen to catch sight of it, and-- Wait, is that some kind of glowing core in the middle of the shape?
In the training car?
Devero knows how to shoot a gun. Really. He swears. But if you happen in on him practicing his marksmanship with a sleek, futuristic rifle in his hands, it sure doesn't seem like it. He's visibly frustrated as he misses another shot, dropping the gun down from his shoulder and turning his back on his target. (Claudette tilts her head and chirrups. Does this mean the game is over?)
"Rust and ruin," he swears, shoving his wrap-around tactical Interface up on his forehead. "I'm never going to get the hang of this thing. I'm sorry, Entrapta."
In the library car:
Several weeks ago, Devero had snatched down the slip of paper that he'd tacked up in the standard car, the one advertising lessons in GSL-- Global Sign Language. The day of the platform, he'd tacked it back up again. Find him at the advertised time in the library, staring into the screen of his usual Interface. While he waits to see if anyone's going to show up, he's talking to himself.
You know, with his hands. How else? This is meant to be a sign-language lesson, after all!
In the music car:
As crowded as the train's been getting, the second floor of the music carriage is still a good place to slip away to if you're looking for (relative) privacy. Today, however, Devero's beaten you to it. If you don't notice right away that he's in here, though, that's understandable-- there's no music, no sound save for the whisper of his feet on the stage, the rustle of his clothes, and the occasional audible breath.
Despite the apparent silence, Devero is dancing. He's practicing alone an energetic routine for two, but there's no mistaking the precision and grace in his movements as he performs them, even without the partner.
Do you stay and watch, or leave him to dance in solitude?
In the luggage car?
If you've been on the train for longer than a few weeks, you may already be acquainted with this particular odor: it's savory, herby, as if someone's over-toasted spices in a pan prior to cooking with them. Were it a strong odor, it'd probably be sour and unpleasant; as mild as it is, it's mostly unobjectionable.
The source of it can be easily traced to the obviously hand-rolled cigarette smoldering between Devero's lips. That's right, it's future-weed hours here in the luggage car, folks. And if you look at him twice, you'll find him holding his joint out in your direction. "Want a hit?" he asks amiably.
Somewhere else?
Devero can feasibly be found all over the train: prepping vegetables or washing dishes in the kitchen; soaking or doing yoga in the spa car; working out in either of the gyms; sleeping through a movie in the cinema; or even just traveling up and down the train. Yeah, they have transgates now, but walking (or hoverskating) the length of the train is an easy way to keep his condition up while he's still recovering from the last mission. He's not nearly as exhausted as he was before, which means it's working. Really. He swears! He didn't fall asleep here, he was just resting his eyes!
Feel free to find him wherever you want, if one of the prompts above doesn't tickle your fancy.
Where: All over the train
When: Merriment 17 through 21
What: Devero potters around the train, catching up on things and pretending he's not still really, really worn out from the mission.
Warnings: Recreational drug use in the luggage car prompt.
In the days following the platform, Devero is relieved to find that he's recovered enough energy to be able to stay awake for most of a day, and even to concentrate on projects again! The lassitude is hanging on to him longer than most, so he's still not quite is robust self, but he's present and working again. Between Merriment 17 and 21, he can be encountered all over the train.
Where does your character find him?
In the lab car?
Wait, since when is Devero glowing purple and semi-transparent? Come into the lab car on the right day at the right time and you'll find this specter moving about. Perhaps he's fiddling with a door latch, or you find him in one of the labs, picking things up and putting them back down again. There is absolutely neutral, lifeless expression on his face if you happen to catch sight of it, and-- Wait, is that some kind of glowing core in the middle of the shape?
In the training car?
Devero knows how to shoot a gun. Really. He swears. But if you happen in on him practicing his marksmanship with a sleek, futuristic rifle in his hands, it sure doesn't seem like it. He's visibly frustrated as he misses another shot, dropping the gun down from his shoulder and turning his back on his target. (Claudette tilts her head and chirrups. Does this mean the game is over?)
"Rust and ruin," he swears, shoving his wrap-around tactical Interface up on his forehead. "I'm never going to get the hang of this thing. I'm sorry, Entrapta."
In the library car:
Several weeks ago, Devero had snatched down the slip of paper that he'd tacked up in the standard car, the one advertising lessons in GSL-- Global Sign Language. The day of the platform, he'd tacked it back up again. Find him at the advertised time in the library, staring into the screen of his usual Interface. While he waits to see if anyone's going to show up, he's talking to himself.
You know, with his hands. How else? This is meant to be a sign-language lesson, after all!
In the music car:
As crowded as the train's been getting, the second floor of the music carriage is still a good place to slip away to if you're looking for (relative) privacy. Today, however, Devero's beaten you to it. If you don't notice right away that he's in here, though, that's understandable-- there's no music, no sound save for the whisper of his feet on the stage, the rustle of his clothes, and the occasional audible breath.
Despite the apparent silence, Devero is dancing. He's practicing alone an energetic routine for two, but there's no mistaking the precision and grace in his movements as he performs them, even without the partner.
Do you stay and watch, or leave him to dance in solitude?
In the luggage car?
If you've been on the train for longer than a few weeks, you may already be acquainted with this particular odor: it's savory, herby, as if someone's over-toasted spices in a pan prior to cooking with them. Were it a strong odor, it'd probably be sour and unpleasant; as mild as it is, it's mostly unobjectionable.
The source of it can be easily traced to the obviously hand-rolled cigarette smoldering between Devero's lips. That's right, it's future-weed hours here in the luggage car, folks. And if you look at him twice, you'll find him holding his joint out in your direction. "Want a hit?" he asks amiably.
Somewhere else?
Devero can feasibly be found all over the train: prepping vegetables or washing dishes in the kitchen; soaking or doing yoga in the spa car; working out in either of the gyms; sleeping through a movie in the cinema; or even just traveling up and down the train. Yeah, they have transgates now, but walking (or hoverskating) the length of the train is an easy way to keep his condition up while he's still recovering from the last mission. He's not nearly as exhausted as he was before, which means it's working. Really. He swears! He didn't fall asleep here, he was just resting his eyes!
Feel free to find him wherever you want, if one of the prompts above doesn't tickle your fancy.
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"...So what did you think of my Kouryuu?"
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So he hasn't had to have two of them... yet.
"I can't imagine what Ukoku is planning to do with it. Nothing good, one assumes."
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He frowns then, though. "You think Ukoku has it?" he asks, but then immediately answers himself: "Of course he does. Second best thing if he couldn't have you, right?"
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What a fantastic world Koumyou comes from, where one has to wonder what one's horrifyingly obsessed stalker might be doing with your dead body. You know, the one who got a doctorate in bio-engineering at seventeen, and now has possession of the sutra of creation.
"...Either he has it, or it burned up with Kinzan temple when the youkai he sent attacked it. I wouldn't have been disposed of quite that fast."
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How well he's learning the horrors of Koumyou's world, where that's the favorable outcome.
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Koumyou is, after all, extremely holy.
"Or, if the youkai took it on their own, they probably ate it. There's a myth that eating a Sanzo grants immortality, isn't that silly?"
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The question is a rhetorical one, though. "Don't answer that," he adds a second later, scrubbing one hand over his face. He squeezes Koumyou against his side. "At least you're here," he says. "At least in one incidence of your reality, there's no body for anyone to do anything horrible with."
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It's kind of something you learn to accept, at some point. Which is why he doesn't sound particularly bothered by it, even though dying at Kinzan where the head monk would actually take care of disposing of his body had been the ideal scenario.
...Minus any potential thievery of it, anyway.
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"It's like... um."
Fuck.
"Okay, so let's pretend the show Neohumans is a religion. Watching it and liking it is a religious thing, and it's important to most people. The studio is the central church, and the people who work for it are a big deal. The writers are completely mysterious and inaccessible, and I would be... I guess the lead actor?"
Koumyou huffs a sigh, then, "This is really not a good comparison either. An actor could be fired or leave, but I'm... intrinsically holy. If I cut off my arm, it would still be holy... both as a property, and because lots of people decided it is."
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But he's trying. "Because... you were chosen by the gods? And those gods are important to all the people who worship them?"
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A process of elimination as much as anything, in the most literal sense.
"But... yeah, that's sort of why people would decide it's so holy. My arm, or my corpse. They would want to be around it, like the approval of the Gods might rub off onto them.
"But it's complicated because intrinsically... it's like..."
Let's see if he can find a better comparison, this time.
"Radiation. Like every cell in my body gives off radiation, but it's... holy. Once the chakra appeared on my forehead, I became like... a reactor, for holy energy."
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Which sounds disgusting but he says it that way anyway because it amuses him.
"People don't have direct access to the Gods. A Sanzo is the closest they can get, and I'm like... a double Sanzo. So. Bonus?"
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"Glad I don't have to, though. And I-- think I understand it better now. Thank you."
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