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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] elnyan2018-06-29 03:05 pm
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❪ test drive #6 ❫

YOUR STORY BEGINS    

The Storm came. You remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that.

You don't know how long you slept, but the dreams were short. You remember the expanse of stars and galaxies in your direct view. Every world and solar system ever known to man was present in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You also witnessed the Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. Your Earth and similar planets were assimilated by the Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of your world. That was when she told you what happened. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new. The details weren't clear, but you knew it was a part of a deal with the entity known as Darma.

Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station. Your body is still cold; it all felt like a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't —

We were mistaken to think we should not intervene. Dangers far beyond what should exist on this planet lurk beyond even our sight. Poor Ysverai's resurrection is only a portent of what threatens this world. El Nysa must remain frozen in time until we have found a way to repair the damage the High Dragon has wrought. But repair it we will. We give you this promise.

We are sorry for leaving you in your time of need. There was greater danger, or so we thought. The Storm, for the first time, had somehow encroached beyond our shields. Blinded to what was occurring on the planet, we believed it safe to turn our sight from the planet… Safe to leave our physical forms entirely, for we needed the energy to ward off the Storm. We withdrew ourselves from our aspect that we call Thesa, and in doing so left you vulnerable. We can only hope you will forgive us.

Still, we must ask your aid, for both your sake, and for all life on this fragile planet. Please, leave the matter of Ysverai's curse in our hands. Ready yourselves to journey to Nadril and find how the High Dragon's resurrection was hidden from our sight. We will do all in our power to repair El Nysa, but you should prepare yourselves well. We fear there is yet greater danger ahead, both from the Storm and from what lies obscured on the planet.

CLEAN-UP CREW    

While everything has wound down significantly from the strife and destruction of battle, the frozen image of Ysverai, the massive, rotten dragon, and the hole he tore in El Nysa's sky, on several screens of the station is a constant reminder of what took place. New and old refugees alike will notice that prolonged exposure to these images will leave them with a disquiet that gradually builds to actual pain. The discomfort starts from a crawling sensation, insects over skin, and gradually becomes unbearable. They will begin to hear the cries of Ysverai’s pain and suffering, first whispers, then echoes, then wails. Even after Refugees tear their eyes away from this footage, a strange itching sensation remains beneath their skin for several minutes.

The dragon isn’t a matter for them to deal with, however. Darma made it clear that the Natha will find a solution. For now, everyone is encouraged to assist in the clean-up of the cities currently frozen in time. However, in interest of the current events and the fact that the refugees still have much to prepare for, they will be offering this help remotely.

Several stations are set up where refugees can remote control drones to map out areas and pick up some of the lighter weight debris. Those more well versed technology are encouraged to assist those who may be having trouble getting started with the unfamiliar Natha tech. It seems like it’ll definitely take some getting used to, though. On the bright side, they’re pretty durable drones so if at first you don’t succeed, press the next button? To keep morale high during the clean-up efforts, one of the Natha have set up large hoops around dumpsites and a scoreboard program in the control room, though there's no sign of any directions or rules to be found. That's right, you can play a mechanized version of… some sort of game while you're helping clean up El Nysa. Just make sure you don't get too carried away with competitive spirit!

For those looking to pilot something more heavy-duty, there are also cockpits set up for remote control piloting of basic mecha. These are very similar to the VR simulations offered on the station. However, they will not work without a partner. To be able to successfully move one of these, two refugees will be required to connect their minds and pilot in tandem. This may be a daunting task, but with the extensive structural damage to the cities, it's a necessary one. Piloting will require trust and cooperation to make it through. The more connected the pilots are, the more agile and powerful their mecha will be. For those who can’t seem to get on the same page, coordination will be a pipe dream.

PROBLEMS WITH THE SHIP    

By now it’s likely clear to all refugees, new and old, that for all that they may appear to be infinitely powerful, the Natha Orbiters have been shaken by the recent events on El Nysa. The details of Ysverai’s revival were somehow obscured from their view, and while they’re focusing their efforts on the planet, certain… abnormalities again begin to arise on Thesa Station.

The most prevalent of the problems plaguing the Station are the malfunctioning doors. Walking through a door that should lead to a bedroom or kitchen (or, for the truly unfortunate, a toilet) will suddenly take refugees somewhere entirely different and possibly even new. And while this may lead to some accusations of breaking and entering, at least these mishaps can be quickly rectified by an apology and a hasty exit. That is, unless the door refuses to open again — the locks also seem to be malfunctioning.

Still, those that find themselves transported somewhere familiar, though off-limits, should consider themselves lucky. Thesa Station is far more vast than most refugees are aware, and some of them might find themselves wandering into a uniquely sticky laboratory. This area appears to serve no purpose other than to house dozens of slimes. These slimes appear not only in a variety of fun colours, but with a variety of not-so-fun abilities ranging from harmless (spitting bubbles) to deadly (spitting fire). Regardless of what abilities a slime possesses however, they are all relentlessly friendly, and characters will need to be careful not to accidentally bringing one out with them once they manage to escape.

Unfortunately, that’s not the only situation to escape from. Whether it’s in the mess hall or the bathroom, many will find themselves suddenly rising off the ground. … with everything else in the room, too! It seems like gravity control is also on the fritz. Fortunately, most open spaces aboard the station have a small control panel that can correct these effects. The only problem is getting there. Hopefully at least one of you refugees took that anti-gravity safety course.

SUMMER TURNS TO WINTER    

The news that the refugees should begin preparations for a return to El Nysa may come as a surprise given that the planet still remains frozen, but it appears there is one community that has somehow withstood Darma’s intervention: an area known as Nadril where time continues to flow freely. Not much information is available regarding this destination, other than the fact that it is isolated, and, more importantly, that it is cold.

(Maybe characters should consider the malfunctioning thermostat plunging the temperature to below zero in certain areas on the station as preparation for their upcoming journey!)

There are other resources available for those itching to take action, of course. There will be a new supply pack delivered to each room containing gear meant to withstand freezing temperatures — both clothing and storage gear to keep water rations from freezing. Characters will also be alerted to new training programs available in the VR room that are designed to assist with survival in the snowy regions of Nadril.

The training programs will consist of a variety of tutorials that will assist in winter survival. Naturally, there will be courses on how to start fires, find food, and build igloos to withstand the frigid temperatures, but that’s not all. Due to the Natha testing their systems, there will occasionally be strange occurrences. For example, refugees may experience a snowball or two pelting them from out of nowhere, or they may suddenly find themselves being cloaked by a snow yeti costume, amongst many other inconveniences. Hopefully that doesn’t detract from the lessons to be learned here, as some of the training programs can include extreme weather survival, including the perils of snow storms or avalanches.

SOCIAL-LINKED(in)   
By some miracle, there are still some quieter parts of the hall. This may be an appropriate time to check out your smartphone. Aside from the expected "Omage" app, there seems to be a new one called Social-Linked. There, you may find a profile waiting to be posted. The app allows for the user to fill it in, but there is also an auto-function! upon pressing it, it will generate a shockingly-honest answer based on the Natha's observation of your history. Roman will be your only friend in this app, with his very own profile:

●●●●○ THESA
ROMAN
@romannoodles (∞), Thesa

I WAS A: Butler! I still am, and I'm happy to serve all of the new arrivals!

I'M SKILLED IN: Cooking, cleaning, anything that involves making your life better!

I'M LOOKING FOR: Consistency!

ALSO, I'M: Not entirely certain if the "auto" profile function is to your liking. Feel free to edit if it is not to taste!

So, have you decided on making your own profile? Perhaps you used the "auto" function on accident? Regardless, once your profile is out there, it's out there. And like the Omage app, it will match you with someone. NOTE: Please use the form below to fill out a profile! Whether it's auto-generated or filled by the character is up to you!

STASIS UNITS    

During this time of crisis, the Natha have done their utmost to ensure the safety of those in cryosleep. However, due to the nature of recent events, they will be asking some refugees to do a quick check on some of the pods in the stasis unit. While they are definitely looking for any damage that may have occurred over these past few weeks, they also seem interested in getting a deeper insight into some of the occupants.

On each control panel for the pods, there's a new application, asking observers to add notes and commentary — the Natha are looking for a more personal understanding of their sleeping occupants. Refugees are tasked with providing evaluations of the sleepers, based on both their knowledge of those from their homes and on what they can observe just by examining them in their repose. The application asks for how useful you think the pod's occupant would be in a crisis, what their skills are, what their best feature is, if you'd take them with you for a long walk on the beach, and so on… And, of course, all answers must be recorded out loud. Anyone passing by could overhear these evaluations, flattering or less than.

FINAL OOC NOTES    
As always, feel free to wildcard prompts within Thesa Station!

These threads may be carried over as game canon if players choose. Players are encouraged to submit TDM threads as application samples, but they are not required. Please direct any OOC questions to the questions thread below.

New players may submit an AC-length thread HERE from this TDM for 2 Natha REP. In addition, old players who have not submitted rep for the Hour of Ruin log may also submit a TDM thread for 2 Natha REP. The due date for submission is July 15 11:59 PM EST.

For this application cycle, there will be a cap of 60 and no reserves. Applications will be open on July 9 12:01 AM EST and end on July 13 11:59 PM EST. Thank you!

crystalwaters: (pic#12528246)

[personal profile] crystalwaters 2018-08-25 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! You're right! [ He declares, wholly surprised by his misstep. ]

I'm Jack Vessalius!

[ He glances back to shoot her a roguish grin! ]

I hope you'll forgive my manners, miss--! [ Oops. Speaking of missteps, he almost tripped just then! Should probably looking ahead. ] Perhaps I was a little too eager to become - [ Huff! ] - acquainted with such a beautiful face!
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[personal profile] colorature 2018-08-25 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
[She'll forgive them, if only because she's a sucker for flattery and he's handsome. She's been feeling rather sore lately, figuratively speaking. Any ego boost is a welcome thing right now.

Even if this isn't exactly the moment for games of flattery.]


My name's Diva. [Jack...it's a simple, easy name to remember at least. Just...yanks him in the opposite direction he's decided to run once they come to a decision of whether to turn left or right.] You're going the wrong way!
crystalwaters: (pic#12528247)

[personal profile] crystalwaters 2018-08-25 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
--Ah!

[ Jack unwittingly stumbles after her, shoes skidding on the slick floors! Is it him, or is she rather strong? ]

Wow, that was close... Thanks! [ Somehow, he isn't embarrassed at all. ] So, Diva, is it? Are you a singer?
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[personal profile] reinerouge 2018-08-26 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ as long as neither bleeds onto each other then they're safe which means when one of them does get hurt, it's not going to be easy to stay away from each other. that is the fate of such cursed twins though. ]

Yeah, we can. There's nothing that will tear us apart now.
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[personal profile] colorature 2018-08-26 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
And if anyone tries to...I'll end them.

[She was going to say kill but...that's sort of Saya's trigger word rn and she's trying to go easy on the whole murder thing.]
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[personal profile] reinerouge 2018-08-26 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
Lets... not go there. [ she just wants to live in peace, that's all she wants to think about. ]
acerate: (v18 - 083)

[personal profile] acerate 2018-08-26 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a--there's this scandalized cry, in the moment he's accosted. Where before Yau Si had carried himself like a water lily, like a dewy lotus flower, this heap of man and all his golden hair have come splashing through the cool pond carrying those flowers. His ears had pricked, his calves held him with wave-cresting grace, andddd...

Yeah, Yau Si is crying out, maybe more outraged than startled. This man, too much like sunlight--he's like glaring sunlight, an unwelcome dawn right into Yau Si's eyes, and Yau Si feels practically smothered by him. The weight of him nearly takes Yau Si down, even if the circle of his arms isn't cruel; it's just that Yau Si is slight and doesn't have much more fortitude than soft sweet cakes. He squirms himself away from Jack's arms, rustling himself up, looking more like an agitated kid than someone hot and haughty, for a moment that lasts too long. Then he catches himself in his own petulant glare, and he gulps in a breath to try and steady himself. It's likely too late to salvage himself, now--to reinstate the water lilies--but he doesn't want to tell himself that. He must be more elegant. So he won't cower, even when Jack has his hand, even when Jack rises tall. Their roles reverse: now Yau Si is looking up to Jack's face, as Jack is taller between the two. He opens his mouth to say something--smooth or scathing, he's honestly still deciding--but there's the darling gurgle of that little slime, and Yau Si feels himself being yanked along, and the heat behind him is a hazard. He can only squawk, at first, and again, it sounds angry... His sleek black braid is not so long as Jack's, but it trails behind him all the same.

When they're able to jerk to a stop, Yau Si crashes into Jack, but he doesn't scurry away from it. He ducks his head, draws up his shoulders, and clings to Jack's midsection. He's about half a foot smaller than Jack at his best, but his inward curling makes him even smaller, and there's a tremor to all his tight angles. At last, he looks all the way up to Jack, and...]


Are you ever going to stop manhandling me? Don't whine like that! You've dragged me near to my death!

[But he's still not as haughty as he'd like to be. The slime behind them gives a plesant giggle, and Yau Si flinches and ducks against Jack's chest in fear.]

--Don't you have a gun or something?! [he demands, simultaneously breathless and infuriated. He's almost as shaky as a fawn, even when he sounds venomous like this--and he carries the smell of champagne, too, or something close to it. He might not be sober.]
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[personal profile] stuns 2018-08-27 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ juno seems like he has an endless font of anger and spite inside of him - enough to sink his teeth into everything the world throws at him. but it's hard when at the end of the day there are too many things ripped straight from your hands and you get told that there was nothing you could have done about it. for now, the anger is guttering, the determination is there, but has laid its head down for now. juno's jaw is working, however, not at all slack, chewing down the words he doesn't have the energy to muster up the righteous pissed-off tone for.

and then it happens... nureyev happens. an apology happens.

it's the voice.

juno has always been incredibly keen with nureyev's voice - distinct, warm, under all his various disguises, still his. this one is... it's a little raw. and pulling it in with the words that come out of his goddamn mouth, juno is...

he's at a loss for what to say in response at first, watching simply as nureyev holds it together between staring at nails that don't need staring at, posturing himself like everything is a-okay and he hasn't just apologized for something that isn't his fault to begin with. owning up to a problem that he never created in the first place. juno's voice drops to the pit of his stomach. something in him spills - the heaviness of his clothes when he'd put them back on, the moment he'd held himself in the doorway watching the light catch on nureyev's face, his teeth, the curve of his shoulder. ]


No. [ his brows draw, confusion - realization hitting him over and over again, percussive in its insistence. and then he shakes his head, like he doesn't want him to misunderstand where it comes from. ] You didn't drive me off. You didn't do anything like that, [ and again: ] it wasn't you. [ offer a lady the universe, everything there is - thrills, romance, all the mystery he could ever want, hand in hand - and watch how fast he runs away from it. ]

It was me. [ vehement, final. the "eureka!" of a case, but rougher and more guilty-sounding. because juno's known the answer since he insisted peter drive them back to hyperion over olympus mons, since he said "yes." it kept him up that night, argued with him, fought with him, ate away at him through the hours into the early morning. ] It was my fault.
Edited (html im tired dont fuck w my shit also repetition) 2018-08-27 14:40 (UTC)
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[personal profile] crystalwaters 2018-08-28 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ This certainly is a noisy affair, isn't it? While Jack had anticipated some protest to his antics, it's much more impressive from one of such apparent stature and grace!

It's fortunate that the shock brings him so much amusement, because this isn't exactly conducive to shaking their pint-sized predator. ]


Ah...

[ He finds himself cradling the back of this stranger's head, patting his back, and attempting to provide some general sense of comfort while he looks for some direction here. ]

A gun? No, I'm afraid that I barely know how to use a sword. [ A bold lie, but who's here to deface it? ] Wait-- a gun! I think I know where to get one!

[ That's right! He'd originally come this way because he'd remembered seeing something that looked like a strange weapon on the wall, designed for extinguishing fire. (The only reason he knew that much was due to the fact that it had a large sign labeling it as "Fire Extinguisher".)

Jack pries the man's delicate hands off his torso, instead tucking them up against his chest. It allows him a moment to scoop an arm behind the other's knees, hoisting him up to carry-- princess style. Off toward their destination they go!! ]
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[personal profile] pullsheavendown 2018-08-28 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
A bunch of powerful beings that know a lot but refuse to talk about it? [He shrugs.] Feels like home already.

[Not that the castle had ever really been home. And he trusts the Natha slightly more than he trusts the Organization, if only because they didn't start out by betraying him. But that line

of thought is personal, irrelevant to what's happening now, and absolutely not something he wants to get into with Riku of all people.]


I guess it is, for now, whether we want it to be or not.

[He can think of better places for a new home. But he can also think of worse ones. He gives Riku a nod and start to turn away.]

I'll see you around, I guess.

[It's pretty much inevitable.]
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[personal profile] acerate 2018-08-28 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yau Si has a mind to yell again--that sounds nice. That sounds fulfilling. So he opens his mouth to do that, but, isn't this the strangest thing! There's a hand at his hair, and not to pull it. It doesn't seem mean at all. Presumptuous, and stupid, but not mean. Yau Si gasps, slowly, like a sigh of pleasant surprise in reverse. He's trying to figure out whether this is something that could ever feel familiar.

Now he begins to grimace, and he squints through bleariness. He doesn't say anything else yet--he doesn't even when he's gathered up into a bundle of long legs, soft sweater, and black hair. One of his hands comes to clutch at Jack's shirt, but still he doesn't say a thing. No protests, in this. He lets himself be swept to maybe safety. And that's odd, because Yau Si had thought he wouldn't fear getting hurt. He thought it would be fine. He'd thought he was thinking clearly, but the more he drinks, the worse it...

All things considered, he's been weirdly docile. He's been resting against Jack's chest, swallowing smooth gulps of air. But he starts to rouse, and he turns his head to set his chin on Jack's shoulder so he can watch their wake. The jet of fire, the scorch marks...

All of a sudden, Yau Si hooks two of his fingers into the base of Jack's braid. He doesn't pull it, but he could, and he absolutely would. He takes a breath, and hisses,]
I am not going to die in a fire.

[Jack is an odd person to be making that announcement to--after all, he's already carrying Yau Si away. Maybe Yau Si is declaring this to himself.]

If you keep me safe, I'll reward you. All right?
thatgoodnight: (31 not sure i can do this)

[personal profile] thatgoodnight 2018-09-09 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Prompto knows Noctis well, and he does indeed have an immediate flare of regret and guilt and a sliver of panic on top of it all because three times? That... that sucks. And not just for him. Even if Prompto says it's not his fault, he still feels bad that he can't seem to hang onto important memories. It especially feels terrible in the wake of missing ten years back home. Or ... thinking he had? Who's to even say the memories he does have are real, now that he thinks about it?

But Prompto's remark on his scraggle luckily diverts his thoughts from turning too hard into alarming places, and he self-consciously strokes his beard, managing a weak smile.]


It's not that bad, is it?

[He takes a deep breath and lets it out, dropping his hand back to his lap and letting his gaze slide off to some distant point off to the side.]

Honestly, getting a hair cut has been the last thing on my mind for... a while. [He finds himself idly playing with the ring, silent for a few moments as he contemplates exactly what he can even say to Prompto.]

I... don't know what the last thing you remember back home is, but I'm guessing whatever it is was something that for me was about ten years ago.
thatgoodnight: (31 why hello there)

[personal profile] thatgoodnight 2018-09-09 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's grateful she doesn't push and still more grateful for all she says after. Luna's right, as she pretty much always is: They've been given another chance, and it's a gift. The realization of the sheer amount of freedom at their fingertips (within as of yet unknown confines, of course, but still...) makes it hard to breathe for a moment for an entirely different reason than remembering the past.

Noctis even manages a small smile at her question, and he nods, simply holding her hands, grateful beyond words at how warm they are - how real they are. She isn't going to fade away this time, and neither is he.]


Yeah. [He swallows again.] Yeah, it is.
thatgoodnight: (31 nostalgic photo)

[personal profile] thatgoodnight 2018-09-09 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I sure hope so.

[He lets out his breath in a heavy sigh.]

... I guess, even if not, at least Prompto has, like, a billion pics.
rosebyanyother: (we wear red so they don't see us bleed)

[personal profile] rosebyanyother 2018-09-09 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peter...laughs?

It's a small sound. Not amused, something that sounds almost involuntary. It's just...isn't that the oldest answer in the book? The easiest way to let someone down when you don't quite want to hurt them. Peter's never had the "it's not you, it's me" speech leveled at him before. What a rare experience.

At least...it seems to mean that Juno wants to spare his feelings. That's apparent, especially in the guilty tone of his voice. That's...good. If he thought Peter was a monster, he wouldn't feel the need to soften the blow. It doesn't rule out his other worry - dangerous irredeemable monster - but it lessens it.

Looking up from his nails takes him a moment. Not sure what he'll see when he looks at Juno and finding himself reluctant to discover it. Pity, maybe, which would be...less terrible than revulsion but not by much.

His own expression is still mostly smooth as he meets Juno's eyes. Mostly. Some reluctance, some hope, some mistrust. A glimmer of hurt that he's trying his best to bury beneath the other emotions. Trying to draw a blanket over all of them, honestly, but...Juno is his weakness.]


Explain it to me, Juno.

[His voice is soft in some ways, but there's unspoken steel behind it. He's not...angry. Or, rather, he's had time to be angry already. Even that was short-lived because if he's being honest, he knew. Knew and ignored it because he was so goddamn happy and so tired and he was willing to overlook what he knew in his heart. For one night. It was his fault, too, for letting himself be lulled into the fiction. But: he's not angry and yet Juno owes him this. As much as anyone owes anyone anything. And the steel is that implication. The insistence on a reason. If he knows, he can move on. Or they can fix it.]
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[personal profile] stuns 2018-09-10 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ at this point juno would rather find the nearest airlock and eject himself out of it. or somehow sink into the metallic floor of the station. he'd rather do anything but this, but simultaneously there's a weight that feels like it has two solid hands wrapped around it, ready to bear the weight of whatever it is he has to say to nureyev. it won't lift it off him completely - juno steel has a mountain's worth of stones that need lifting off his soul. but this...

in his eyes, there's guilt, remorse, something he's trying to reach for in the dark.

he owes nureyev this.

he owes the world a lot of things sure, but this... this he owes nureyev now doesn't he? he can tell that nureyev is waiting, that there's a hardness in his voice that is both expectant in a way that says they aren't leaving the room without words being exchanged about what exactly was going through juno's head that night. he brings his hands together slowly, letting his fingers brush his knuckles as he laces them together and leans heavily on his knees. ]


It was too good. [ he starts this way because it's the only way he knows how. straight and to the point. looking up at nureyev is a feat in and of itself - it feels as though he's got a hand pushing his head down to stare at the floor and he fights it to meet his eyes for mere seconds before turning his eyes down again. ] What you were offering, back in the hotel, I wanted it so badly. [ a life with peter nureyev, sailing through the stars, unstoppable. ] But I couldn't leave Hyperion... okay?

[ something in juno's voice wells up quiet and rough, raking against something soft. implied. i wanted to give it all up. to leave with you. to have that happy ending. that new beginning. that bright and beautiful future. but juno can't bring himself to let the words leave his mouth because it'll just make it seem like he deserves it, those good things, when he deserves none of them whatsoever. he sucks in a breath tightly: ] I ruin everything, Nureyev, for everyone. I come, I make a mess, I can't fix it. And a future with you... it sounds great. Too good to be true. [ a half laugh that sounds like it's choking on itself more than anything ] It isn't that I didn't want to, okay? I wanted it. Badly... But I always make a mess of everything. Hell, I went and made a mess before it even goddamn started because I couldn't help myself and I know it was stupid and it was selfish.

[ an echo of sasha in his head, faint. ]

So I get it if you don't want to deal with me.

[ the words tumble out faster than he can catch them. ]

I screwed it all up because I screw everything up. That's just how it goes, Nureyev. It's how it's always been. [ it was inevitable, in juno's mind. there is no happy ending, not for him. but for nureyev? there could be if maybe he just stayed out of his way. ]
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[personal profile] punshots 2018-09-12 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ The movement of Noctis's fingers draws Prompto's attention to the ring, but he's been out of place from Eos for so long that it takes him a moment longer to remember than it should. Right - the ring...Noctis had acquired that just before...before he'd...

Prompto's eyebrows fly up, a look of shock and dismay written upon his face. ]


Ten years? You're pullin' my leg. You - you gotta be.

[ Prompto could scarcely think what Eos would be like ten years in the future from when he last saw it, considering how bad things had been. And Noct had been taken by the Crystal. Did that mean...

He really would return? But not for ten years? ]


What...what's the last thing you remember? From home?

[ He has to know. He isn't sure he wants to know, but he has to. ]
rosebyanyother: ('til you feel nothing at all)

[personal profile] rosebyanyother 2018-09-12 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit.

[His first answer, not entirely linear in the scheme of everything Juno just said. He's digesting it all, but his mind alights on I come, I make a mess, I can't fix it and it's what he decides to address first. It's the easiest, anyway.]

I've done my research, if you'll recall.

[The rest of that is...harder to digest, and Peter takes a little longer to do it. It's not what he expected at all. And yet...

Peter remembers. It's been a very long time since he's felt anything like what Juno is describing. For the most part, Peter fully believes in the vision of the beautiful future he'd spun for Juno. For Peter, at least, good things aren't a trap. They're things that will absolutely come to him, whether they come willingly or with a bit of persuasion. He doesn't stop to think about them very much at all. It's a given.

But there was a time...there was a time when there was a young boy who didn't trust a good thing. Maybe not because he'd ruin it, but because good things didn't happen to little boys who grew up on the streets. Good things were dangerous. And he can see how that's true for Juno. In a way.]


You're right. [His voice is soft again, counterpoint to his words.] If you made that decision to try and protect me, then it was selfish.

[Peter knows that's not all of it, and he knows it isn't that simple. It isn't just that Juno was trying to protect him. On some level, he realizes just how much he was asking of Juno by inviting him on their great adventure.]

But I still want that future. I still believe in it.

[He still wants to "deal" with Juno. And, unspoken: he still loves him.]
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[personal profile] stuns 2018-09-13 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ head lowered he listens, finding himself unable to meet nureyev's eyes through most of it. he expects more than the words he gets, more anger, resentment... but nureyev hasn't shown him any of that (and why not? he deserves it, doesn't it? anger and resentment, being berated.) he isn't gentle with him so much as he's... real. really real. and halfway through, he looks up.

yeah that's right. he is selfish. he presses his lips together, mind caught up back in the throes of that one night - martian dawn creeping over the sheets and the idea of some grander future spread out wide like a buffet. and it makes juno sick to think about so much laid out in front of him, offered to him so brazenly. he doesn't want to admit he's scared of it. because that's silly. scared of a good thing?

no, he just doesn't deserve it.

he bites the inside of his cheek hard as nureyev says that one word that sounds so goddamn magical from his lips.

future. ]


Nureyev...

[ is all he manages, and he can't keep his voice from faltering a little, unsure.

you can always back out, it says. i'm not worth it, it says. ]


You really sure about that?

[ you too, it says. ]
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[personal profile] rosebyanyother 2018-09-19 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Peter leans forwards again, all intensity.

No particular flair or drama, his voice level and serious. This is important. He wills Juno to believe him, to want it more than he's afraid of it.

Please, it says. Please let me love you.]


As sure as I am of anything, Juno.
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[personal profile] stuns 2018-09-19 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ when he looks up, it's to search nureyev's eyes for something. doubt, a lie, some kind of resignation or maybe an indication that this is just a dream and juno's about to wake up all over again.

but his voice is so clear in this moment. and juno lets the dull hum of the station fill that silence.

you're going to ruin this and he'll never forgive you.

but hell, does he want to try. and if that isn't terrifying, he doesn't know what is. he lowers his shoulders, not in defeat, but as if trying to relax in this moment that feels stomach-dropping. ]


It's not gonna be some walk in the park, Nureyev.

[ on his lips, a barely-there smile. it means well. a warning. juno isn't easy to... you know. never has been. can't find it in himself to let go. he nods. ]

Alright.
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[personal profile] rosebyanyother 2018-09-23 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[A smile is a start.

Peter eases back, propping himself up with one hand. His posture slackens and a little bit more of his usual easy grace makes its way back into his demeanor.]


It usually isn't, with you.

[Which would normally probably be a complaint, except that he's smiling back and his voice is very fond. He likes Juno's stubbornness.]

I don't mind a challenge anyway.
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[personal profile] luxoraculi 2018-09-23 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Luna can't quite say she is used to freedom; there's always been some sort of pressing, time sensitive issue to deal with and the concept of not having the aforementioned go-time is a foreign concept. When it really hits her in the next few days, she's not going to know what to do with herself. Or what to do in general, really. Even in death she'd had a mission and a purpose... though to be fair, she is standing hand in hand with her main purpose at the moment.

She's unsure of how much good or use she will be to him here, but she will do her best. Selfishly, she finds herself looking forward to being able to finally spend a little time with him. She returns his smile and gently squeezes his hands within hers. ]


I am pleased that you agree. [ It's only now that she shifts, letting go of one of his hands but keeping the other still lightly within her grasp so that they can continue on their merry way to the cafeteria. Her free arm comes to lightly wrap around the front of his, and she gently tugs him into a leisurely pace. She can hear the tell tale sounds of clinking utensils and glasses just up ahead as they near their destination. ]

What do you think of it so far, Noctis? [ She pauses, humming softly in thought. ] Other than Prompto, are any of your other friends here?
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[personal profile] stuns 2018-09-24 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's that familiar timbre to nureyev's voice again - warm like a sim breeze over his shoulders, a smile that feels like it's just for him in this moment. his fingers curl slightly into his pant legs as he thinks about what he's just said. what he's maybe just agreed to and his breath holds fast in his chest until it starts to burn.

a breath out as he leans back in the chair. ]


That's...

[ but he doesn't finish, because the words don't find themselves. what do you say to that even? a laugh comes out, disbelief and barely there. it's everything juno wants, but he's not so certain it's at all what he deserves.

he opens his mouth for half a second and then lowers his voice. ]


It's... nice to see you again, Nureyev.

[ as close to i've missed you as he gets in this moment. ]
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[personal profile] rosebyanyother 2018-09-26 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[That laugh is a start too. Even as ephemeral as it is. Peter can work with that.

It isn't hard to see that Juno is struggling, but Peter's smile just curls warmer and kinder. Maybe because he can see him struggling. And maybe because he catches a hint of certain unsaid words.]


I'm glad to see you too, Juno.

[Idly, he toys with the idea of getting up and approaching Juno but then discards it as too much, too soon.]