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exsiliumlogs2013-10-26 12:35 am
firstroar) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-26 12:35 am
otherwise we might have ourselves
Date & Time: 10/...something. 10/22? SURE
Location: observatorium emporium
Characters: Collette, Blue
Summary: there'll be no Peter Panning out of these windows :( oh well let's wax quasi-philosophical
Warnings: perhaps more than quasi-philosophical; blue is in this post
Blue spent many years with the word soldier tacked onto his name. It seemed barely a moment had passed before giving it up, and the world had changed so much (into a whole other world, actually) and not-so-suddenly soldier found itself creeping back into what was to him the value of his life.
And for someone who made it a point to remove himself from as many matters of concern as he could without becoming outright blind to his own situation, he was certainly reflecting far too much on himself to feel at all right. Mortality was never too far from his mind no matter the topic, of course, but the more he lingered on his own state of affairs, the less capable he felt in determining the safety and future of others.
Or...past, as it were. The questions he still had about this whole time-travel business made it much more a migraine. It had knit his forehead, reflecting a mildly vexed look back at him as he stood, facing the window and the empty moonscape. Something a number of people did and have done in this short period of time far from the earth.
But what else could he do? That was what he had begun pondering on in the first place. Going over the thoughts in his head once more only made his heart race faster, as each possible threat or success came to mind. It wasn't a foreign feeling, that. And that, at least, was some consolation that he still had a means to try and help.
He certainly hoped so.
Location: observatorium emporium
Characters: Collette, Blue
Summary: there'll be no Peter Panning out of these windows :( oh well let's wax quasi-philosophical
Warnings: perhaps more than quasi-philosophical; blue is in this post
Blue spent many years with the word soldier tacked onto his name. It seemed barely a moment had passed before giving it up, and the world had changed so much (into a whole other world, actually) and not-so-suddenly soldier found itself creeping back into what was to him the value of his life.
And for someone who made it a point to remove himself from as many matters of concern as he could without becoming outright blind to his own situation, he was certainly reflecting far too much on himself to feel at all right. Mortality was never too far from his mind no matter the topic, of course, but the more he lingered on his own state of affairs, the less capable he felt in determining the safety and future of others.
Or...past, as it were. The questions he still had about this whole time-travel business made it much more a migraine. It had knit his forehead, reflecting a mildly vexed look back at him as he stood, facing the window and the empty moonscape. Something a number of people did and have done in this short period of time far from the earth.
But what else could he do? That was what he had begun pondering on in the first place. Going over the thoughts in his head once more only made his heart race faster, as each possible threat or success came to mind. It wasn't a foreign feeling, that. And that, at least, was some consolation that he still had a means to try and help.
He certainly hoped so.
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Goodness help her if she knew what saying things people needed to hear actually worked out like, since she's fairly certain she had no real clue at least half the time.