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exsiliumlogs2013-10-01 07:16 pm
theguideless) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-01 07:16 pm
found you [OPEN]
Date & Time: Sept 30 - Oct 6
Location: all over the danged moonbase
Characters: Martin, all sorts of folks
Summary: He's not a lion he can talk to people now
Warnings: BUH...
Martin had barely found his footing on solid ground before it was settled on stranger tiles. Yet stranger things had, and would happen, wouldn't they? He stressed little on his own behalf, only wincing and worrying on behalf of others. His friends...the old and new. He couldn't have warned them, could he? Not with the deal he had made. Simply being around others turned out to not be enough.
And those others...He couldn't wait to see them. To speak to them! To understand, better than what a cat's ears and nose could spell out, how they've endured. The scale and scope of their stay in this place still hadn't wholly formed in his mind, still so used to working step by step, piece by piece.
He wandered, often too brisk, at times distracted by the sights outside, and sought those familiar things out. The nature of the base only frightened him for moments, easily forgotten in the face of what he was really after.
Where are they?
Location: all over the danged moonbase
Characters: Martin, all sorts of folks
Summary: He's not a lion he can talk to people now
Warnings: BUH...
Martin had barely found his footing on solid ground before it was settled on stranger tiles. Yet stranger things had, and would happen, wouldn't they? He stressed little on his own behalf, only wincing and worrying on behalf of others. His friends...the old and new. He couldn't have warned them, could he? Not with the deal he had made. Simply being around others turned out to not be enough.
And those others...He couldn't wait to see them. To speak to them! To understand, better than what a cat's ears and nose could spell out, how they've endured. The scale and scope of their stay in this place still hadn't wholly formed in his mind, still so used to working step by step, piece by piece.
He wandered, often too brisk, at times distracted by the sights outside, and sought those familiar things out. The nature of the base only frightened him for moments, easily forgotten in the face of what he was really after.
Where are they?
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Martin has to squint to follow. tried to kill him? that was never a thought.
well, not a recent one. or really authored by him. that was Bariyan all the way.
so maybe...that means nothing's wrong?]
I... [maybe?] I think so? [frowning.] I mean, I don't know about any of that...I only thought...
[thought...he smelled funny. that one time. as a lion.]
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Oh.
Well.]
Well if it ain't nothin' to do with that, it ain't nothin' at all, don't worry about it. Just another endless stream a' bullshit assaultin' my life.
I mean it's just more important focusin' on the now than then, right? Past is past an' whatewer else.
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this is Eridan, right? so it's okay. he's ready to be happy and relieved again, and that's exactly what he is now.
he nods.]
You're right, I think. [he stops mid-nod, just catching the last bit. and he nods again.] No, that's right. [past is past? that sounds good. he smiles a little brighter.]
And now we're both here, and both alright. I'm really glad!