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spellbinders2017-08-11 05:45 pm
rebells) wrote in spellbinders2017-08-11 05:45 pm
[cue poor unfortunate souls, or something]
Who: RECON TEAM ASSEMBLE
Where: the toxic seaweed Uvi lair
When: backdated to early Day 33 (8/9)
Open/Closed: if your character can fly and would gatecrash, go for it! otherwise ping![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
prospit and I'll see what I can do for you.
[The flying fish were not precisely expected, but at that sign that the Uvi are preparing to head back to their base, it's time for TEAM RECON to assemble. Members would at least vaguely know one another and may have made tentative ride-sharing plans, but people have undoubtedly gotten mixed up during the night of fighting and there may also be one or two late additions . . . .
Either way, Jay can act as telepathic intermediary if you can't fly and need to hitch a ride. Time for a fishing expedition . . . ?]
((INK IS DECLARING THIS POST THREADJACK-FRIENDLY BY DEFAULT please be courteous and ping if people are off in their own extended thread but otherwise go wild!))
Where: the toxic seaweed Uvi lair
When: backdated to early Day 33 (8/9)
Open/Closed: if your character can fly and would gatecrash, go for it! otherwise ping
[The flying fish were not precisely expected, but at that sign that the Uvi are preparing to head back to their base, it's time for TEAM RECON to assemble. Members would at least vaguely know one another and may have made tentative ride-sharing plans, but people have undoubtedly gotten mixed up during the night of fighting and there may also be one or two late additions . . . .
Either way, Jay can act as telepathic intermediary if you can't fly and need to hitch a ride. Time for a fishing expedition . . . ?]
((INK IS DECLARING THIS POST THREADJACK-FRIENDLY BY DEFAULT please be courteous and ping if people are off in their own extended thread but otherwise go wild!))
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[they're very close to the looming ocean now; Mikleo hovers just underneath it briefly, considering]
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[He's trying not to ask how they're going to deal with being underwater. Or maybe just in it is more appropriate, he supposes. Knowing he'd sink like a rock under normal conditions, he can't help feeling a little nervous]
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Okay, brace yourself again. This is gonna be a bit rough until we're further in!
[a hole...opens up in the water above them, some invisible force pushing the water to either side; Mikleo gives another furious beat of his wings, pushing them up into the emptied space.]
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It's a dissatisfying conclusion, and yet there's no other explanation]
...I'll watch for someone like that. Scanners are pretty good at finding things.
Do you mind if I ask your name? If I do find her, I should know who I'm alerting...unless you're okay with dragon-guy, that is.
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[hesitates a moment, but covers it up by pressing further into the ocean; his wings still as water floods in around them both. eventually there's a largish single bubble that happens to include Mikleo's head and most of 9S's upper body, filled with air; other large bubbles hover around them as backup, since they don't know how long they'll need to go chasing the Uvi.]
...and, thanks. It's really -- I appreciate it. I know Edna can take care of herself, but the whole situation is pretty worrying. We don't know what things are like back home right now.
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[He's grateful for the air, knowing as he does that he needs to breathe, even as an android. They were meant to emulate their creators, after all. And without his pod around, there's no one to fish him out of deep bodies of water should he topple in.
...It's a thing that happens sometimes]
Seems like people ended up here regardless of what they had to contend with back home. Do you think things'll be alright?
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[honestly they still can't be 100% sure their last boss hasn't somehow been misplaced into the space ocean around the hub island they were originally brought to. jeez, qri.
he folds his wings entirely, doing his best to streamline his body, and there's a sudden rush, cold current pushing against them both; the water itself starts to propel them forward, the air bubble traveling along with them. not the absolute speediest method of travel, but it will certainly do.]
What about you? What's your home like...?
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[9S can imagine that must weigh heavily on Mikleo's mind, and surely his friend's as well. He's never been the deciding factor in the war, though he'd committed himself to destroying as much of the enemy as he could before the end came...
What were the results now, he wonders?]
I guess, compared to a world where human settlements exist, mine would seem very empty. We've been fighting a war for thousands of years against the forces of an invading race, and there aren't countries or towns the way you must know them.
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[sounds a little startled; very few of the people he's met so far have talked of long, long historical events, or lifespans]
What's the invading race trying to do? That sounds...rather bleak, I'm sorry...
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[Which bespeaks some persistent interest, or rather...
It says much about the programming of their creations]
Androids like me were created by mankind, and machine life-forms were created by the enemy, and we fight for those who made us. Well, androids do. The machines turned on their creators.
[And there's a certain contempt that seeps into his tone with that final thought. It's unthinkable to any android]
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Did...humans make you, then? And...how does that work? You yourself look and seem very human, just kind of heavy.
[though he guesses he can't talk much. seraphs often look human too.]
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[Doubtless, that sentiment stems from a variety of sources, one among them a reverent deference toward the race that gave rise to his own]
As for how I act, I guess it could get pretty involved if I were technical about it. But while the letter in my unit designation is my type, the number refers to my personality data. Any 9S unit would start off more or less like I did, but I...
[He trails off into pensive silence]
I think it's my memories that make me who I am. I'm not sure about comparing myself to a human, though.
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[the others are ahead of them, a little, bright shapes in the gloom, but inside their air bubble it's just them, and quiet, oddly personal]
Were you subject to experiences a...a regular 9S unit wouldn't be? Is that why memories make the difference? I'm trying to understand...
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[There are other 9S units, and they all take pride in their ability as high-performance models. But his time with 2B, the things he's seen and the things he's endured, those are his alone.
And maybe that's why he preferred to suffer anything rather than lose them again]
I guess you could say I know the difference between having those memories and being without them. So I've come to think it matters.
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[he doesn't even know how he'd react to that sort of thing. badly, he supposes. but surely they're not in for that? qri, for all her apparent eccentricity and inefficiency, seems to mean well.]
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[There's a sharpness about those words that he doesn't intend, for all his determination. He'd chosen a fate worse than death rather than lose his memory, although he can't expect some mysterious figure who gathered the lot of them together to understand that.
He supposes with 2B here, his decision might differ, because he has and always will place her well-being before his own. But he knows it would hurt her if he forfeited his memory for any reason... It's a choice he hopes he's never confronted with]
...Sorry. For androids like me, it's not our body that matters, so much as those memories. That's the part we can preserve, even if we're destroyed, with the right measures in place.
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[he shivers a little, 9S might be able to feel the movement, rolling under his scales]
...you sound a little like you're speaking from experience.
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[He pats what approximates Mikleo's shoulder in this form, in some effort at reassurance]
I've...dealt with some things. [A true understatement, but they're weighty matters he hasn't truly discussed, or even gotten so close to broaching, before] You okay though?
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But, thank you for telling me.
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But for what it's worth, this all seems pretty different to me too.
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[he likes that people can know he's there to talk to.]
Guess we're technically all in the same boat then, huh? Strangers in a strange land...
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[It seems to him that it bears stating, even as they drift (impossibly, to his standards) through an ocean in the sky. Strangers in a strange land indeed]
Anyway, that's a good point. At least having something in common is a good basis for working together. If none of us shared anything, I don't imagine it'd do much for teamwork.
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[he squints ahead into the gloom; the seaweed base is rising up, up, up into view, and the others are slowing to a stop ahead.]
...speaking of teamwork, though, I think we're gonna need to try some here. Talk more later?
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Sounds like a plan. Meanwhile...guess we've got an obstacle to contend with.
[And so they will, in the next exciting episode: Dances with Burning Plant Matter]