rekindledtitan: (Some bright spark)
[personal profile] rekindledtitan
TYPE: Personal log

LOCATION: Orbit, Earth

PARTIES: Three [3]. One [1] Ghost-type, One [1] Guardian-type, designate Blaze-37, Class Titan [[personal profile] rekindledtitan], One [1] Unconfirmed, designate Jesse [[personal profile] notalldead]

ASSOCIATIONS: Multiversal Nexus; Jesse; the Rotten; Earth; Multiversal Phenomena; Blaze-37; Revivification; Demeter Effect

It’s funny, Blaze never expected her ship to be a place for more than herself and her Ghost. A sanctuary of sorts, and a fine sturdy little vessel, but a place for little more than work and storage in the end. And yet now she’s showing it to the fourth friend in just a few months. Not even a Guardian… or at least not the kind she’d expected to befriend.

It’s enough to make her a little conscious of how bare and rough it looks; even the padded pilot’s chair is sort of squashed and worn from bearing the metal weight of an armored Exo several years in a row. Nonetheless, it’s the only comfortable place to sit in the small cabin space, and Blaze steers Jesse that way once he’s defrosted enough to stand.

“So everything’s built into the walls,” she explains, gesturing at one apparently-solid surface after another. “Weapon and armor storage on that side, material supplies over there, workbenches and stuff on the port side. I’ll pull down the wash unit if you want to let your coat dry off.”

Date: 2016-02-21 10:29 am (UTC)
notalldead: (Back)
From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Coat and all the rest, prolly." He'd done as she suggested regarding soggy clothing, though with a self-conscious glance over towards Ghost. Ghost is male, right? He sounds male. So maybe he knows how weird it could be construed for him to be pulling clothing off in Blaze's presence. Coat, shirt, bandanna, boots and socks were eventually stripped off, though the shirt done with a good deal of hesitation. He's pretty battered underneath it. Pock marks and dark spots speckle his green skin, as well as a ring of sturdy stitches around his left arm, circling the shoulder and looping under his armpit. Blaze might recall him getting that limb yanked off during the demon incursion. Guess that was the fix for it.

The only other outstanding scar on him looks distinctly like a bite mark. Two U-shaped discoloured dents in his skin just above his right hip.

Jesse does his best to not look as awkward as he feels, and feels a bit more secure in that once his hat is plucked up and plopped back onto his head. There. Feeling more like himself already.

"You live here? Or just work? It's real cozy. Not bad at all." The zed looks around with wonder once he's taken the seat as directed, gazing at all the different panels and buttons. He is very, very careful to keep his arms close to himself; last thing they need is his elbow bumping into a button that fires rockets or activates the ejection seat or something.

Date: 2016-02-22 09:28 am (UTC)
notalldead: (Hat Tilt)
From: [personal profile] notalldead
"You sleep at all? Either of y'all?" He's just curious now since living makes him think about where to put the bed. Then realizing she might not need one! That'd be kind of handy, but sleep's nice too. Jesse's kind of glad he didn't lose that little shred of human necessity. Even if it's not as necessary as it used to be.

Once he's taken in all of the panels and their many lights, the zed turns his full attention to that expanse of space out there. It doesn't matter how sparse or unremarkable it might seem to the average spacefarer; his expression is one of absolute wonder.


Date: 2016-02-22 08:30 pm (UTC)
notalldead: (Hat Tilt)
From: [personal profile] notalldead
"The planet?" When the nose of the ship dips towards it, Jesse gasps as it comes properly into view. He can't help himself from standing to better see it, leaning closer to the glass with his mouth agape. The blanket slides from his shoulders, forgotten in his amazement.

"Izzat-..." He looks swiftly between the view and Blaze, not wanting to take his eyes from it for to long. "Izzat Earth? It is, isn't it?"

Date: 2016-02-23 10:47 pm (UTC)
notalldead: (Close Concern)
From: [personal profile] notalldead
It takes him a long time to register that he's even being asked a question. The view, the sliver of land, that sunlight on the horizon, it has Jesse completely transfixed. His jaw hangs slack still and he leans further still until he's nearly got his non-nose pressed to the glass. He doesn't even blink. He doesn't remember to with a view this spectacular.

But the Jesse recalls that Blaze was saying something! "Wh-...North 'Merica? I-...Shoot." The first place he thinks of is Spokane, of course. His home turf for the time being. Seeing it from above would be kinda neat, wouldn't it? What it's like in this world. But then another place pops into his head, from a strange encounter in the Nexus all those months back.

"Y'think y'all can get this here ride to swoop over Alberta? Canada? Calgary, if that's, uh, if that's doable. Or even a place in yer world."

Date: 2016-02-23 11:02 pm (UTC)
notalldead: (Back)
From: [personal profile] notalldead
Jesse finally pulls his eyes away from the view of the planet to look over the map that Ghost has kindly provided on the screen. "Uhh, think it's about there?" He taps a green finger against the left side of the country. Hopefully, it's not a touch pad that does something from his contact. Jesse seems to realize that too late and crooks his finger back, pulling a face and glancing at Ghost apologetically. Whoops?

Date: 2016-02-24 12:10 am (UTC)
notalldead: (Cigar)
From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Yeah. Well...Kinda." He rubs the back of his neck self-consciously, which reminds him he let the blanket fall off of him. He bends down to pick it up and put back around his shoulders as he talks.

"I talked to this slick-lookin' fella in the Nexus once, right? Had all these masks fer some kinda Japanese festival. I tried one out and it gave me this weird-...Made me remember some stuff from when I was livin'. I always just kinda assumed I was from Seattle, y'know? I woke up there. But somethin' made me remember livin' in Calgary once upon a time. Back when I still had a pulse and everythin'. And I just wonder...I dunno, will seein' it mean anything?"

Jesse shrugs and rubs his neck again. "Kinda weird, heh. Sorry."

Date: 2016-02-25 10:32 pm (UTC)
notalldead: (Sad Smile)
From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Heck, maybe it'll give me an idea of what our earth is gonna be iffen humans go outta style and things get back to nature, y'know?" Assuming that this is a post-societal situation where wildlife still exists and greenery is left to reclaim what it will.

Jesse looks a little startled at the rattle of descent, but settles down when it's clear that's standard by the way neither Ghost or Blaze react to it. The zed eases back down into the pilot's seat, tugging the blanket into place here and there. He's back to watching the view, the look of wonder soon back on his withered features. "I don't even remember what it was like to be in a plane, so this is-...Wow. It's amazin'."

Date: 2016-02-26 02:12 am (UTC)
notalldead: (Surprise)
From: [personal profile] notalldead
He nods at the explanation, already trying it out and smiling without realizing when it does as advertised. A patch of trees is now closer, in higher detail. Another tap and it's zoomed back out again. Neat.

Once they're flying over the requested region, Jesse's gone quiet again, just watching intensely. When there's a glimpse of a deer, though, he points. "Did y'all see that!" They get a zoom in, of course, before they're out of view. And when there's bison? Well, that gets an honest-to-goodness gasp from Jesse, eyes only going wider and leaning closer to the secondary view, looking back and forth between the actual windscreen and it.

"Those're-...! Like in goldarn Dances With Wolves down there! Holy-...!"

Date: 2016-02-26 09:53 pm (UTC)
notalldead: (Big Smile)
From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Dunno if they're still out there. Might all be gone like the horses are. Ain't never seen one either way. Heck, but they're big. Lookit how big they are! Y'all could ride one if y'all could tame one." Jesse watches the herd animals with downright childlike wonder, his smile big and bright, eyes wide and shining.

"Ain't seen an animal 'scept for cats 'n dogs 'n pigeons for a long time. Not since the sickness came."

Date: 2016-02-27 01:27 am (UTC)
notalldead: (Sorry)
From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Zed. Zed and overhuntin', prolly. They go nuts and kill anythin' with a pulse. Animals what're slow enough or trust somethin' humanshaped enough didn't do so good." He sits back again, twisting his mouth to one side wistfully. "Main reason I figgur there ain't no more horses out there. Which is somethin' I get bummed out over every now and again. Ain't never gonna get to see one unless I do it in the Nexus or in another goldarn world. Let alone ride one. Animals don't react so good to undead sort, I've found."

Date: 2016-02-27 05:19 am (UTC)
notalldead: (Sad Smile)
From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Bet it's great. Somethin' just neat about it, y'know? It'd be a little like y'all and Ghost, I think. Not that yer ridin' around on him, though that'd be a hoot to see y'try. I mean just havin' this partnership with another livin' thing. Y'all dependin' on one another, havin' this understandin' between y'all, seein' the world together..." He smiles a little at the thought. "It'd be swell. Real swell."

Jesse straightens up some when he spots the same as Blaze; those incoming ruined towers. "That it? Calgary? Or what's left of it anyhow."

Date: 2016-02-29 08:39 pm (UTC)
notalldead: (Close Concern)
From: [personal profile] notalldead
Jesse is suddenly attentive again, sitting forward in his seat again, craning his neck to see all he can and looking from one catch of the eye to another.

Seeing this place overgrown and abandoned, destroyed in some spots, is...not sad, but it's something along those lines. Haunting? That might be it. Sobering? Though he does take some comfort in seeing that plant life continues to thrive and is hard at work taking back the land.

Everything that looks like a distinctive building, a landmark, an important street, he stares hard at it. Hoping something like a memory or at least a stirring of one will take place in his head. Even if it's not HIS Calgary, it's still Calgary, right? Maybe even just the lay of the land, a particular route, something, will conjure some kind of recognition.

But the further they go and the longer he goes without anything resembling an epiphany or recollection, the more Jesse starts to realize that's just not how these things work. Because that is what he hoped for, wasn't it? Something would spark inside him and he'd suddenly remember who he was and what he did before he died. In whole, not just the vague patches that feel more like he's remembering facts about another person entirely. But nothing. There's nothing. Just a city as dead as he is.

"What happened here anyhow?" he finally asks, determined not to dwell on his disappointment. It was irrational, what he was hoping for.

Date: 2016-03-02 09:06 pm (UTC)
notalldead: (Cigar)
From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Who're the Fallen? They got somethin' against humans in particular?" The name makes him think of the zed and he sort of hopes that wasn't the case. He hates to think of other worlds facing the same tides of undead he deals with on a daily basis.

"I'm guessin' there ain't no hope of resettlin' this city or any other like it, huh. Somethin' nasty's moved in or left it in such a state that it's a bad idea."

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