Martin Darkov - 8th generation (
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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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"That'll be good," he said. "Everyone has to eat, right?"
...Most of them. The thought come to him belatedly, giving him a funny look for half a beat.
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"Hungry?"
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But he still wasn't wholly conscious of everything it meant to be alive. Hunger? He'd had to think about it. And, thinking about it...she was probably right. And with the thought seeded in his mind, the more it became real to him.
"...Yes. Hungry, I mean."
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She led the way, gently tugging his hand along.
"Anyone in particular you're looking for?" She remembered Collette's concern for the boy. "Collette?" A beat. "Koltira is a friend of yours, too, isn't he?"
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He smiled, staring down at the floor ahead. "Koltira's here, I know." And the whole reason Martin was there, too. But that was something between the two of them; should Koltira ever want to expand or explain on it, he could, but Martin felt right in keeping silent about it.
It took him a moment to remember the other name. He looked up. "Collette is here, too?"
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"I'm so glad...She's done a lot of good things for me." And her.
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What was once dim noise grew louder as they approached the cafeteria, where Transports seemed to gather at any given time of the day. There was little to do up here so far if they weren't working with specific groups or running supply missions.
"She'll be glad to see you," she finally said, giving his hand a light squeeze.
She was relieved as well, but she couldn't forget she hadn't actually found Martin. She hadn't been able to find him then nor figure out where Nightcap had sprung from.