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rekindledtitan) wrote2016-01-28 04:26 pm
rekindledtitan) wrote2016-01-28 04:26 pm
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Excerpt 003: Ship’s Cradle
TYPE: Personal log
LOCATION: Orbit, Earth
PARTIES: Three [3]. One [1] Ghost-type, [1] Guardian-type, designate Blaze-37, Class Titan [rekindledtitan], One [1] Unconfirmed, designate Hughes, Maes [bestdadinamestris]
ASSOCIATIONS: Multiversal Nexus; Maes Hughes; Earth; Multiversal Phenomena; Blaze-37; Amestris; Dr. Hill; Deep Stone Crypt; [REDACTED]
Blaze should have figured the warning signs for what they were. When the senses slow and the body insists on sinking into the nearest furniture, it ought to be a clue. But she has no memory of fatigue, no sense of whether her body is just complaining or injured or seriously needs to rest. So it’s not until their meeting at the Harp sees her stuffed with food and forced to actually sit down for a while that the torpor kicks in.
She’d like to shake it off, but the more level (and more inorganic) heads around her are able to point out that that’s not how human biology works.
She’s yawning uncontrollably when they materialize aboard her one-room jumpship. It wakes up for them with a soft hum, lights revealing a cabin just big enough for both she and Hughes to move around. Every inch of the clean metal plating looks like it’s part of some compartment or pull-out section, and that includes the floor. To sharp Exo senses it might look a bit patchwork, too: different panels have subtly different finishes; signs of repair are everywhere. There’s little sign of home comforts: just one cushy pilot’s chair, Blaze’s helmet clipped alongside it.
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Blaze tries to talk through her next yawn. “Oh… yyyeah. Good thinking. Uh.” She looks up at Hughes and waves a hand toward the star-speckled view up front. “Welcome to Earth orbit.”
LOCATION: Orbit, Earth
PARTIES: Three [3]. One [1] Ghost-type, [1] Guardian-type, designate Blaze-37, Class Titan [
rekindledtitan], One [1] Unconfirmed, designate Hughes, Maes [bestdadinamestris]ASSOCIATIONS: Multiversal Nexus; Maes Hughes; Earth; Multiversal Phenomena; Blaze-37; Amestris; Dr. Hill; Deep Stone Crypt; [REDACTED]
Blaze should have figured the warning signs for what they were. When the senses slow and the body insists on sinking into the nearest furniture, it ought to be a clue. But she has no memory of fatigue, no sense of whether her body is just complaining or injured or seriously needs to rest. So it’s not until their meeting at the Harp sees her stuffed with food and forced to actually sit down for a while that the torpor kicks in.
She’d like to shake it off, but the more level (and more inorganic) heads around her are able to point out that that’s not how human biology works.
She’s yawning uncontrollably when they materialize aboard her one-room jumpship. It wakes up for them with a soft hum, lights revealing a cabin just big enough for both she and Hughes to move around. Every inch of the clean metal plating looks like it’s part of some compartment or pull-out section, and that includes the floor. To sharp Exo senses it might look a bit patchwork, too: different panels have subtly different finishes; signs of repair are everywhere. There’s little sign of home comforts: just one cushy pilot’s chair, Blaze’s helmet clipped alongside it.
“
I’m… going to power up the life-support systems,” the Ghost says, swooping over to the controls. Blaze tries to talk through her next yawn. “Oh… yyyeah. Good thinking. Uh.” She looks up at Hughes and waves a hand toward the star-speckled view up front. “Welcome to Earth orbit.”
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"It's not a bad haul," Hughes notes, motioning to the television. "We don't have anything like this on my world. It's fascinating." And if he isn't careful, he'll be drawn in by more of the colorful commercials coming on the screen...
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“I mean-“ she waves at Hughes, “alchemy never worked for us and magic is sorta recent. If it’s the same thing you call magic. Suppose your demons work in a similar way. Contracts and all. Haven’t had more trouble with those, have you?”
Drunken robot means talkative, thinking-out-loud robot.
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"I have heard there are a few stragglers who stayed in the Nexus." Katsuya's expression stiffens slightly. "Though I haven't heard of them causing any trouble, but I've kept an ear to the ground for any signs. Here in Sumaru, that's another story." The officer shakes his head.
"I do patrols every other night, cycling through the wards and eliminating threats."
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"Are you still having problems here?" He frowns. "You said you were going on patrols, but I don't recall you saying you were going out every other night." The thought that he might be forgetting because he's intoxicated doesn't even cross his mind. He doesn't forget things. Ever.
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You mean like Angel?""Angel doesn't count," Blaze insists. "She's a friendly. Absolutely confirmed." Ghost decides not to argue with this definition of 'demon'. Especially since Blaze's attention has already moved on to the 'actual' kind.
"We'll help you clean them out!" she volunteers happily. "About time I got some work done. Static's starting to make my sensors itch." After all, she's been out of combat for more than twenty-four hours now. It's unthinkable!