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PARTIES: Three [3]. One [1] Ghost-type, One [1] [UNCONFIRMED], designate Marshall, Brynhild [[personal profile] rekindledtitan], One [1] Unconfirmed, designate Jesse [[personal profile] notalldead]

ASSOCIATIONS: Multiversal Nexus; Jesse; the Rotten; Multiversal Phenomena; Blaze-37; Revivification; Bryn Marshall; Deep Stone Crypt; Golden Age; Clovis Bray

It’s well past the twenty-four-hour mark after Bryn assumed the place of her Exo counterpart (or descendant, if one wanted to look at it that way). Though a little more used to her company, Ghost is starting to feel anxious again. He expected to have his Guardian back by now, and her absence (albeit partial) is distressing on a very fundamental level. He communicates nothing to Bryn, of course: it would serve no purpose and quite possibly insult her.

On the bright side, he’s made it through twenty-four hours with only minor bruises for his human companion, and with a little medical attention she’s mostly recovered from the effects of the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster she drank last night. That’s better than he can claim for Blaze, most days.

So now they’re strolling through one of the Nexus markets, one Ghost and one young blonde in a borrowed leather jacket. The little bot is not-coincidentally leading her along one of Blaze’s usual patrol routes. He has a faint hope he can jog her memory with familiar stimuli. Either way, Bryn’s happy to check out the stalls and their wares, peculiar and mundane… and sometimes mundane things that just seem peculiar to a Golden Age colony girl. It’s everything Ghost can do not to get left behind when she makes another sharp turn and beelines for the next thing to catch her curiosity.

Date: 2016-09-28 10:34 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
Someone else is browsing the market today, trying and failing to avoid the weapon stalls especially. He'd come to do food shopping for the gang, getting a few goods for trade and cooking supplies. But he always ends up meandering towards anything resembling a pistol on display.

The girl herself isn't given any particular notice; a polite tip of the hat and a gap-toothed smile should they meet eyes and not much beyond that. Cordial hellos of passing strangers. But the little bot floating alongside her does snap his attention from the man trying to barter a firearm. There could be many Ghosts or many little hovering bots in the Nexus and the world Blaze is from. Thankfully, Jesse doesn't know that and considers Ghost unique.

Which is what gets him to pipe up and wave. "Ey! Ghost! Howzit been, pardner? Ain't seen y'all in a dog's age! And who's yer new friend? Someone in Blaze's posse?"

Date: 2016-09-29 10:30 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
He's still smiling as Ghost startles and explains, wondering what's got the little guy wound so tight. But that expression falls when confusion begins to gradually take the place of amusement. "Wait, your Guardian? Y'all mean-...?"

The cowboy trails off, looking between Ghost and the girl three times before settling on Ghost again. "Y'all givin' tours to new people here in the Nexus or are y'all tellin' this is-...?"

The girl is given another, much longer look. Searching her face, a little lost in the confusion to realize he's staring. Looking for anything that resembles who Jesse's apparently being told he's meeting.

"This ain't Blaze? Right? Hah, I, uh, I thought we established a long ways back that it ain't armour. If yer tellin' me it was all along and you two've been pullin' my leg this whole time, I might get a little cross fer y'all foolin' me!" He forces a nervous laugh.

Date: 2016-10-04 10:33 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Uhh, yeah. Shore." He's trying not to stare at the young lady now, the situation having only grown exponentially stranger. "We kin step aside some. I'm feelin' a need to smoke comin' on anyhow. Uh, I mean, unless that bothers y'all? I guess since yer a breather now." He shouldn't have said that. She apparently doesn't know the full circumstances of what she used to be. Will be? Supposed to be? The fumble is only making the itching desire to smoke that much more urgent, though. There's a fresh pack of cigs in his back pocket that he was picking up for a gang member, but now he might have to dip into it himself. Cigars aren't gonna cut it.

Date: 2016-10-08 04:01 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
Ghost getting cut off sharply like that makes Jesse return the apologetic look to the bot. Rough situation you're wrangling here, buddy.

"Just a sayin' back home is all." Rather than look at the lady in the eye, he got his gaze downward under the premise of focusing on getting that pack of cigs out of his back pocket. "I'm not the sort who needs oxygen no more. Smoke's a different matter, heh." He knows that's NOT what she's asking about and Jesse only awkwardly buys himself some more time getting that cancer stick lit up with a match.

Okay, once the first drag is taken and exhaled, the cowboy's feeling a little more...resolved. "Just not used to seein' y'all as a, uh. With flesh? Normally, the way I've known y'since I've shown up in the Nexus, you were a good sight more, uhh, metal."

Date: 2016-10-11 12:10 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Yeah. What he said," Jesse agrees, a bit lamely. Feeling bad for letting Ghost spool it out and take the flack, so he steps in again once he's had another pull on the cig. "When we first met, I thought you were a lady in a suit o' real fancy tech armour. But turns out the whole you was the armour? I mean, y'all were a robot. Were? Are? Shoot, I dunno what happened here. Y'got turned into flesh once before, but it was cuz of some Nexus bullhonky that was shufflin' people's bodies around. And that's...not? The case here?" He glances again at Ghost for potential confirmation.

"...Y'look good, though." He's already kicking himself inside for saying that. This isn't the time for awkward compliments!

Date: 2016-10-11 11:31 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Hey, we don't use that word." Ohhh my god, kicking self round two. He just interjected reflexively at the mention of the z-word and now he just sounds like a big idiot. This is not the time, Jesse!

His look softens to something more sympathetic as Bryn continues however, getting a better feel now for how awful this must all be. "Hey, I ain't tryin' to rile you up none. I'm real sorry if it seems that way. But ol' Jesse, he don't tell no fibs. Not once, not ever. And I sure as shootin' ain't gonna lie to a friend.

"But...I mean, I used to be human too, y'know? An' if you pulled up ol' Jesse how he was a few years back, he'd sooner spit in yer eye than believe some talk about how I ain't gonna have a pulse no more and turn a shade o' green. He ain't gonna believe there's gonna be walkin' dead on the face of God's green earth neither cuz that's just made-up stuff fer movies. But it's how it is now, back home. Sometimes we become stuff and we don't-...We don't even remember how we got here. We just know we're different now. An' maybe yer on your way back here. Pushin' past some of the lost memory files or whatever and findin' who you were before things went south. I sure as hell don't know what's waitin' fer me on the other side of that. So I get yer prolly feelin' like we're runnin' ya'll around the barn and I'm real sorry about that, Blaze."

Date: 2016-10-15 12:00 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Maybe somethin' came along. Somethin' to give folks who might have failin' bodies a way to keep goin'. Put their brains or their memories into a metal body. Shoot, that don't sound so bad to me, considerin' most of the alternatives I've done seen." He laughs lightly, nudging his hat slightly back on his forehead with one knuckle. "Maybe y'all even got to? Get to? Live a whole life just the way y'are. Get to grow old 'n have kids or whatever else y'wanna do with yer life. Just cuz yer gonna end up metal at some point don't mean it's a death sentence. Heck, for as long as I've known y'all as a bot, you've always been pretty happy. Helpful. Definitely pulled my bacon outta the fire more than once too. Just cuz we dunno how you got there don't mean yer less of a person. Or that yer doomed either."

He glances at his cigarette, flicking a bit of ash off it before bringing it back up to his lips again. "'Course, wouldn't blame y'all if y'took that with a grain o'salt. Comin' from, uh, a talkin' corpse 'n all. Sorry if that's somethin' unreal back where yer from too. It was fer me too at first."

Date: 2016-11-01 11:19 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
"S'all right," he responds with a goofy smile. "Even where I'm from, it ain't so normal there either. Used to the dead just kinda wanderin' around and bein' dumb as a bag o' hair. Talkin' ones are still kinda novel. Heck, they ain't a thing even in your time era, are they, Ghost?" That's the impression he's gathered, anyhow. He looks to the little bot for possible confirmation.


Date: 2017-03-04 01:29 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
"What happened is kinda lost, at least in terms o' the details. Someone around Seattle got sick an' started bitin' and then it spread in hours. Next thing we know, the whole damn state and then the whole damn coast was crawlin' with zed. People gathered up fast an' started formin' gangs and survival groups and that's where we're kinda at these days. Got a gang o' my own sort, cuz I think gettin' all our talkin' zed in one place is a good plan. Livin' ain't always kind, even if we can wave flags in surrender and swear up an' down we're still people."

Jesse tsks and smiles almost apologetically. "As far as how come we are what we are? Ain't got a clue, honestly. No idea why us and not the rest or what triggers stayin' a person once you've gotten infected and die. All we know is sometimes people go down and come back as themselves, just a lil more decayed than before. Awful rare, but it happens. Happened to me, happened to my whole gang. Now we just want a cure. Answers along the way wouldn't hurt neither."

Date: 2017-03-06 09:43 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Oh yeah! I mean, sometimes folks is a little put off, but that don't hurt my feelin's none. Heck, I'm usually the one on the polite defensive anyway. I don't touch no one or even get close enough for touchin' if I can help it. The fact there's cowpokes here now who don't shrink from a hug or a handshake from ol' Rotten Jesse is kinda novel, honestly. Surprises me a little every time, but not in a bad way, nossir.

"Honestly, things really started lookin' up for me'n mine since I found the Nexus. Met a lot of real upright and decent folk. Yourself included." Maybe even ESPECIALLY Blaze.

Date: 2017-03-07 11:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Aw shoot, ain't nothin'. My gang are the real stars. Got a real bad hand an' still keepin' positive and goin' forward. Not a peep o' complaints neither. I consider myself lucky that I get to lead 'em, honestly, an' that they trust me enough to lemme do it!

"You got to meet 'em once. Well, kinda. They're a lil shy most of the time, but when I first met y'all, you were nice enough to come on down to the subway and trick out our generators. All of 'em run like a dream now an' we're always gonna be real grateful for that."

Date: 2017-03-15 11:09 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Hah! Drinkin' is prolly what I'm best at, if we're gonna be honest. Might as well take advantage of it now while you can too." Wow, now that he said it out loud, that was kind of rude. Or depressing. Or ignorant? Metal Blaze can't drink, can she? He avoids eye contact with Ghost in case he's getting a weird look for that statement.

Actually, now that Jesse's thinking about it as well, it's starting to worry him too. What happened to Blaze between how she is now and how she'll become? Was she transformed? Uploaded into a new body? What if it's some kind of insane metal virus that she was infected with? Who knows what goes on in other worlds, man.

"You know if what you've got now has a timer on it or anything?" He tries to ask as gently as possible. "Sometimes when people get switched up like this by Nexus horseplay, there can be a, uh. Like a shelf life. Wear off eventually."

Date: 2017-03-21 10:09 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Yeah, this place ain't much for daylight and nighttime workin' on a schedule. Stuff just kinda drops when it durn feels like. But goin' by hours is usually foolproof. And...yeah. Yeah, I guess just keep yer chin up and don't worry about when the time comes. I mean, it ain't that bad, is it? You're still gonna be a swell person and a fine friend. And maybe then we can figure out s'more of what happened to you. To make y'all-...Well, y'know."

Though Jesse feels like a hypocrite already for saying that. Here he is, the leader of a gang that has the singular goal of regaining humanity. And now he's telling someone he considers a close friend that her losing it won't be so bad. Man, he's the worst.

Jesse, instead of voicing that and only adding to the anxiety surrounding the fact, agrees with Ghost instead. Always follow Ghost's lead to get out of sad or awkward realities! "Though, yeah, tuckin' in a meal while y'all go the chance is a great idea too. There's a place down the way that does a mean breakfast all day. Nothin' like steak 'n eggs, in my humble opinion."

Date: 2017-03-24 12:04 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Steak is good enough to be any meal, iffen y'all ask me! C'mon, it's just a few blocks thisaway." Jesse gestures to follow as he saunters in the right direction, wearing a bright smile. He loves showing people new, good things!

Though once they get walking, curiosity about Blaze/Bryn's situation starts to gnaw. Wondering about the particulars and the lost bits of information about who Blaze was before she was Blaze. So he can't help but eventually turning and asking carefully, "So, uh. How old are y'all right now, by yer watch? Got any family?" Well, HAD any family. But let's just talk about things from Bryn's perspective, not his or Ghost's. No more reason to rattle the cage of inevitable loss, right? Let the prospect of breakfast for lunch keep you positive!

Date: 2017-04-03 08:31 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
"Venus? What the goldarn heck?" Jesse even stops walking, so taken aback by that tidbit of info. "Now, I ain't a science learned man; I leave that t'Mitchell, my engineer in the gang. But ain't Venus, like...All covered up with poison gas or somethin'? Pretty sure I read that in a book once." He hurries to add, though, "I ain't doubting y'all! I just gotta wonder what the heck yer people did to figure out livin' there iffen that's the case." He's soon walking again now, shaking his head in amazement. "Venus. Shoot."

Jesse nods when asked about Seattle. "Yeah! West coast North America. In a state called Washington. Pretty nice place. Google the Space Needle sometime iffen y'all wanna see somethin' cool from that neck o' the woods. Is Google still a thing where yer from? It was this computer thing that searched the internet fer what you were after. Like I said, I ain't science-minded, so that's probably a bad description. But yeah!"

The cowboy suddenly has a surge of self-consciousness, certain he's talking too much. He coughs lightly into a fist. "Found out I actually am from Calgary thanks to the Nexus, but I don't remember a whole lotta that. That's up in Canada instead. Who knows what I was doin' in Seattle when the zed hit."

Date: 2017-04-06 01:50 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] notalldead
Jesse shakes his head with a sigh. "Little shreds here'n there. But nothin' big. Nothin' longer 'n a snippet. An image. A face. A place. A voice." He pauses, reaching up to adjust his hat. "Same thing that tol' me about Calgary? Showed me a memory from before when I still had a pulse and weren't so green. I was talkin' on the phone to a guy. My brother, apparently. An' I was-...Well, I had a real burr in my haunches over whatever he was tellin' me. Somethin' about wantin' me to travel someplace I didn't want to. Real kick in the pants that the one memory I got back with any sorta clarity was one so nasty, huh. But hey! Better'n nothin'."

As he keeps walking, Jesse's hands slip into the pockets of his duster. "But I guess that's one way to look at the situation y'all are presently in. Just gettin' a chance to remember. An' I hope to high heaven y'get to remember too. Maybe y'should record some stuff with Ghost, give him some records or files, just t'make sure. Cuz the future bein' unknown is a given. But lookin' back at yer trail and seein' it's been washed out completely... Makes y'feel kinda stranded. Lonely. Eggheads are big on history for a reason, right?" He gives Bryn a lopsided smile.


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