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voidtreckerexpress2020-04-27 01:47 pm
enthunder) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-04-27 01:47 pm
Open - Egret and Fiddlesticks catchall
Who: Lightning and YOU
Where: 1. Dining Car | 2. Dressing Car | 3. Gym Car | 4. Wildcard
When: Egret + Fiddlesticks (backdating fine, she was on autopilot for most of Egret)
What: 1. colouring books and chill | 2. light fails at makeup | 3. know what this train needs? a 10' magical robot | 4. wildcard
Warnings: N/A
1. colouring books and chill
[ The long table of the dining car is often cluttered with half-finished projects, bowls of snacks, forgotten mugs of coffee... And, sometimes, Light, and whatever she's picked to occupy her free time today. It took her a few months to realise that training and sleeping and training some more was a stupid use of her time - or rather, a few months and a day where she's pretty sure she passed out on more than one person, even if everyone involved is either too polite or too intimidated to mention it.
The point is, she still feels a little silly tucked against the table, her 'colouring book for adults' quote unquote open to a meadow of unfamiliar wildflowers. It's not something she's done since... she doesn't actually remember when she had the time to do something as pointless as colouring. When she was four, maybe, before her parents would let her help with Serah and she had nothing better to do.
So it's with some self-consciousness that she squints down at the pencils that came with it, trying to work out which colour she should start with. ]
2. light fails at makeup
This month was apparently the month for catching up with things that she never had the time or the motivation to look into before now, because when Lightning woke up and, stretching, remembered that the gym was booked up today for some kind of informal (but deeply meaningful) sports tournament involving webshooters, she only cast around for a minute or so before the unassuming tote bag caught her eye.
She'd bought it as an experiment, really. Thea and Misa had reminded her that it was probably going to come up sooner or later; they couldn't rely on missions having a convenient 'kill 'em all' section for Red team every time. Eventually, they were going to have something with a social aspect. Plus, the fact that it was something she didn't know how to do rankled a bit.
Easy to fix, though.
Or, easy in theory. Fifteen minutes later, she and a spider were perfectly amiably ignoring each other on opposite sides of the dressing carriage, and she had a layer of red nail varnish drying on one hand. One nail was already smudged, and her SCA now had a fetching smear of red along one corner.
"How long's this meant to take?"
3. know what this train needs? a 10' magical robot
[ She's picked a relatively quiet time of day for this, and the furthest section of the gym. See, watching the shades gather in the sky made her realise, amongst other things, that she'd let herself get complacent. The missions were challenging, but she didn't think she'd ever felt inadequate, or ill-equipped. Until that moment, that is, when suddenly having the service of a mystical being gifted unto her by the goddess Etro would have been useful.
The thing is, Lightning genuinely isn't sure how the Eidolons work, theologically and physically speaking. A l'Cie has a crisis of faith, and the goddess sends them from the world beyond, right? But, is the world beyond a real place, or just a hokey explanation for a phenomenon fueled by fal'Cie smoke and mirrors? Does the Eidolon live within the l'Cie? The glowing crystal rose that glimmers and sparks in her hand, that until seconds ago was a nebulous feeling of warmth in her chest, indicates yes. (A small part of her, cynical and afraid, wonders how much it will hurt, if she calls and he doesn't answer.)
(That part is crushed down remorselessly.)
Nothing for it. She's cleared the area, warned people that she's going to try something and she'll answer questions afterwards. The crystal goes spinning into the air, and as it begins to fall back down, she jumps up and smashes it with one blow of her knife. No shards fall - they explode outwards into a blinding circle of pink magic. By grace of Etro, let thunder herald your arrival. Come forth, sunderer of falsehood, spins around one petal-like section, and, A name in blood, a pact of truth. Odin shall rise, his bond eternal and unyielding spins widdershins against it. ]
Come forth, Odin!
[ There's a moment of stillness, as she catches her breath and stomps down further on the fear, and then the circle is a flower, spiralling upwards, and the end of the gym car is suddenly filled with both deep pink rose petals, and a robot, armour still gleaming with the residual power of the summoning. He drops to one knee, knightly, and still towers over Lightning.
She exhales, shakily, and gives the 'all clear' signal to the rest of the carriage. And brushes the petals out of her hair. ]
Long time, no see, big guy.
4. wildcard
Where: 1. Dining Car | 2. Dressing Car | 3. Gym Car | 4. Wildcard
When: Egret + Fiddlesticks (backdating fine, she was on autopilot for most of Egret)
What: 1. colouring books and chill | 2. light fails at makeup | 3. know what this train needs? a 10' magical robot | 4. wildcard
Warnings: N/A
1. colouring books and chill
[ The long table of the dining car is often cluttered with half-finished projects, bowls of snacks, forgotten mugs of coffee... And, sometimes, Light, and whatever she's picked to occupy her free time today. It took her a few months to realise that training and sleeping and training some more was a stupid use of her time - or rather, a few months and a day where she's pretty sure she passed out on more than one person, even if everyone involved is either too polite or too intimidated to mention it.
The point is, she still feels a little silly tucked against the table, her 'colouring book for adults' quote unquote open to a meadow of unfamiliar wildflowers. It's not something she's done since... she doesn't actually remember when she had the time to do something as pointless as colouring. When she was four, maybe, before her parents would let her help with Serah and she had nothing better to do.
So it's with some self-consciousness that she squints down at the pencils that came with it, trying to work out which colour she should start with. ]
2. light fails at makeup
This month was apparently the month for catching up with things that she never had the time or the motivation to look into before now, because when Lightning woke up and, stretching, remembered that the gym was booked up today for some kind of informal (but deeply meaningful) sports tournament involving webshooters, she only cast around for a minute or so before the unassuming tote bag caught her eye.
She'd bought it as an experiment, really. Thea and Misa had reminded her that it was probably going to come up sooner or later; they couldn't rely on missions having a convenient 'kill 'em all' section for Red team every time. Eventually, they were going to have something with a social aspect. Plus, the fact that it was something she didn't know how to do rankled a bit.
Easy to fix, though.
Or, easy in theory. Fifteen minutes later, she and a spider were perfectly amiably ignoring each other on opposite sides of the dressing carriage, and she had a layer of red nail varnish drying on one hand. One nail was already smudged, and her SCA now had a fetching smear of red along one corner.
"How long's this meant to take?"
3. know what this train needs? a 10' magical robot
[ She's picked a relatively quiet time of day for this, and the furthest section of the gym. See, watching the shades gather in the sky made her realise, amongst other things, that she'd let herself get complacent. The missions were challenging, but she didn't think she'd ever felt inadequate, or ill-equipped. Until that moment, that is, when suddenly having the service of a mystical being gifted unto her by the goddess Etro would have been useful.
The thing is, Lightning genuinely isn't sure how the Eidolons work, theologically and physically speaking. A l'Cie has a crisis of faith, and the goddess sends them from the world beyond, right? But, is the world beyond a real place, or just a hokey explanation for a phenomenon fueled by fal'Cie smoke and mirrors? Does the Eidolon live within the l'Cie? The glowing crystal rose that glimmers and sparks in her hand, that until seconds ago was a nebulous feeling of warmth in her chest, indicates yes. (A small part of her, cynical and afraid, wonders how much it will hurt, if she calls and he doesn't answer.)
(That part is crushed down remorselessly.)
Nothing for it. She's cleared the area, warned people that she's going to try something and she'll answer questions afterwards. The crystal goes spinning into the air, and as it begins to fall back down, she jumps up and smashes it with one blow of her knife. No shards fall - they explode outwards into a blinding circle of pink magic. By grace of Etro, let thunder herald your arrival. Come forth, sunderer of falsehood, spins around one petal-like section, and, A name in blood, a pact of truth. Odin shall rise, his bond eternal and unyielding spins widdershins against it. ]
Come forth, Odin!
[ There's a moment of stillness, as she catches her breath and stomps down further on the fear, and then the circle is a flower, spiralling upwards, and the end of the gym car is suddenly filled with both deep pink rose petals, and a robot, armour still gleaming with the residual power of the summoning. He drops to one knee, knightly, and still towers over Lightning.
She exhales, shakily, and gives the 'all clear' signal to the rest of the carriage. And brushes the petals out of her hair. ]
Long time, no see, big guy.
4. wildcard
Today in 'tags I'm most proud of writing:'
[A part of Nita feels bad for staring, really, but it's not every day one encounters a transforming robot-horse.]
Easier for him to get around, though. And you, for that matter.
it's a good yes
[ She leans the sword against the floor, and places her free hand against the horse's metal ribs. ] It's good, that he came with me. I wasn't sure until now.
Re: it's a good yes
[Nita smiles, for she knows exactly what that's like.
The peridexis, in its own way, smiles back at her.]
And travel's one of those things easily overlooked, in some worlds. Where a teleport isn't safe... there should still be something.
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When has anything ever been safe?
With the teleporting I do, you just have to watch your decimals and all that stuff. Accuracy of description is what's important.
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[Nita leans back, glancing up at where Odin's height had reached.]
But then, wizardry's all about naming things accurately, to interact with them, change them.
It'd be a real mess if we didn't put the effort in.
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She's got time to chat, is what she's saying. Odin, whilst unable to chat, is perfectly capable of leaning down and nudging Nita with the tip of his metal nose - the material is warm, and smells strongly of ozone and steel. ]
It's got to drive you crazy, being somewhere like here, with no solid answers.
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To say the least. Even those of us who can ask the train questions... we don't get answers.
It knows how to communicate, I think - but it keeps refusing to do it.
[And then, well, what could instill that kind of reaction? Nothing good, is what Nita's thinking.
She hopes she's wrong, on that front, but it still is wrong to keep stringing them along like this, isn't it?]
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[ Odin pulls back at the tap, then taps back. A light shock of static sparks along the contact. ]
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No more than a conversation with any person would; the Speech is about persuasion, not control.
[If it were, say, raw metal Nita were dealing with instead, then a more precise degree of control would be required... but if it's an autonomous being involved, things get finicky.]
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[ She thinks she gets it, a little. Odin leans on her, apparently at the lack of attention. Or in support. It's hard to tell, sometimes; Eidolons aren't the most emotive beings.
She pats him anyway. ]
It's good that you're trying. It gives me hope that we could reach some kind of... understanding, one day.
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The worst thing we can do is give up, at this point. Taking for granted the kind of situation we're in...
There's nothing that says we can't change it.
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[And then she gives that more rueful smile again, because:]
In a way, you could say we all have each other, too.
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Right. Just have to make sure everyone remembers that.
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Before or after we get sick of each other, though?
[... Not that it actually looks to be happening, overall.]
Granted, if things like this,
[She lifts a hand open-gesturedly at Odin again]
Keep happening, then it's probably irrelevant.
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It just seems the right thing to do.]
Talk more later, then, Lightning?
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Thanks, for the talk.
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You, too.